Andalusian Patios
Flowered patios,
admired for their charm,
Andalusian patios lovingly cared for.
As new-born babies
that Andalusian women take care of
with gentleness, dedicating
their time with the same devotion
to as a baby who needs attention.
Beauty with big eyes
that shines in a blind world
to old emotions.
Patios of my Andalusia,
you sow joy in front of
the ones who feel love
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Categories:
andalusian, allegory, allusion, baby, blessing,
Form: Free verse
Arabic Andalusian poem
Arabic Andalusian poem
How delicious it is
waking up from slumber
as the heat slips away
and listen to the sweet
sound of the water
in the garden's fountain
Jamil Osman Hassan
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Categories:
andalusian, age, anti bullying, creation,
Form: Blank verse
Andalusian Arabic poem
Arabic/Andalusian
I sit on my veranda
the breeze is as soft as a child's
good night kiss
the town is well-lit
but moonlight is better
I think of Andalusian
Arabic poems
I tried to translate
but failed
how is it possible
to catch
the ephemeral?
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Categories:
andalusian, age, april, arabic, beautiful,
Form: Blank verse
An Andalusian Song
Below the wrought iron veranda,
a guitar translated the dark.
Orchids unrolled their purple tongues
to arbor the moon.
We had quarreled earlier,
now I lowered my head in your lap.
Someone was singing about the sea;
the way the sea cries for the kiss of the shore,
how the sand runs to be drowned.
A romantic idea of love, a sweet melody,
but we
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Categories:
andalusian, poetry,
Form: Free verse
An Andalusian Song
It was cooler on the veranda,
below us, a Spanish guitar
translated twilight words.
Orchids unrolled their purple tongues
for the moon to drink upon.
We had quarreled earlier,
now I lowered my head in your lap.
Somewhere, a girl
was singing an old Andalusian song
about the sea;
the way the sea cries
for the kiss of the shore,
how the sand runs to be drowned
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Categories:
andalusian, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Andalusian Song
It was cooler on the veranda.
Below us a guitar translated the dark.
Orchids unrolled their purple tongues
to arbor moonlight.
We had quarreled earlier,
now I lowered my head in your lap.
Someone was singing about the sea;
the way the sea cries for the kiss of the shore,
how the sand runs to be drowned -
we both understood.
You went to lie
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Categories:
andalusian, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Andalusian Grapes
The Andalusian grapes are ripe this time
of season. Bacchus pipes his sweet tune o'er
the vineyards while soft breeze doth rustle more
in trees where mission tolls its clanging chime,
and natives wind their way up valley's climb
to slopes where hoary twisted vines now bore
large clusters; sunny place where rain won't pour
and lessen growing grapes from being prime.
Church
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Categories:
andalusian, religious,
Form: Sonnet