Best Arabian Poems
"The Arabian Nights"
Underneath the oceans' veil.
A mystery lies within.
Beyond Orion's belt, I shift my mind to sail.
Within, every constellation hides the secrets of sin.
Allowing me, to the time frame the world of yesterday.
I found portals with no way out.
Covering every bruise that my body had on display.
Drawing along the mist of no doubt!
I tie eternity into loopholes with no end.
Singing a song that lacks the strength to be strong.
Trying hard to swallow words that have no end.
Babbling at my tongue, when one's heart is wrong.
I hide in the light, away from the darker mist.
A sprint sensation lurking down-under.
Anthologies wrote only to exist.
A place that strikes louder than thunder.
Eyes that port and slow everything down.
Mysteries behind, a deadly desert storm.
Slaving under the 3rd crown.
Candlelight's guiding a new wedding form.
Executed in a thousand tales, of romance.
Knocking at my door ending another dream.
A sensual marriage with regrets, and loss of chance.
Dancing streams with no means.
Avalon, closing over an Arabic Night.
A story cradling me in bed.
By morning dawn, I will no longer see the light.
Waking up to another Arabian Night.
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NOTE~ I read the book 5 years ago.
"ARABIAN NIGHTS."
Is this just another taste of the reality of illusion?
Or do you think it is just the clarification of confusion
That the little hand that’s as feeble as the stalk
Could feed the aged sages with the meal of chalk and talk.
I was just gazing through my global window on Soup land
When I discovered this little Arabian wonder
Her blueprint on Soupland many crave to understand
And her footprint on the world moved the aged poet with wonder
The poetry passion that springs from her streams of words
Has thrown millions off balance as many still wait to wonder
How such a little poetess could decorate ideas with golden cords
And present it to the world in a show of poetry wealth and wonder
Though far away is Farah the Arabian wonder
Loud and clear is the pen with which she writes
Her poetry picture rids the mind of many a blunder:
The quality that makes her the soup’s delight
In alcove of the palace on that night
I felt the rush of pleasure and delight
He pressed me to the wall and forced a kiss
I nearly fainted as I tasted bliss
The dark and handsome Prince of kingdom fair
He ran his fingers through my raven hair
And then he burned my mouth with hungry lips
I felt the clutch of hands upon my hips
I could not breath, all thought had taken flight
He was of royal blood and noble height
Pervading every dream, he’d ravished me
And now each longing wish had come to be
He whispered in my ear, “I’ll make you Queen!
Though servant now you are, your slave I’ve been
I’ve wanted you from moment you walked by
You fill my life, oh darling of my eye!"
And then he planted kiss on heaving breast
His lips in need to be my bosom guest
He pulled back then and looked into my eyes
“The man who touches you, THAT man, he DIES!
“No one will taste your nectar, none but I
I’ll speak to Sultan; rules will change, I’ll try
To take as wife a slave of common birth
For there is none as fair upon this earth.”
He crushed me to himself and walked away
I waited for my Prince both night and day
A summon came to speak to Sultan then
“My son’s to wed, I’ll tell you where and when.
I found for him a princess fair and bright
Her skin is soft and supple, lily white
She is my brother’s girl, his next of kin
Forget him dear, his love for you is sin.”
I wept that night as I walked to my door
Constrained to take my life, the poison pour
When soon my ears did hear the wondrous sound
Of steed in haste, his hoofs pounding the ground
He came to me and begged me to forgive
My love he needed if he were to live
He laid me on my bed and did implore
“I have your soul, but now I beg for more.”
By candle light the Prince made love to me
I sighed, I cried, I died, he set me free!
“Arise my love, let’s leave this cursed place
You’re now my wife, oh girl of angel face.”
To kingdom fair, we bade a last farewell
My joy and rapture none but heart can tell
We lived a life of love and sweet repose
He was MY Prince and I his Passion Rose.
Eileen Manassian
The daughter who loved her father as salt
Was flung out of his realm
He favored the daughters who loved him
As sweet honey, as much money,
But tides pull back as they do
And abundance of life changes
All the daughters may have equal claims,
But bitter salt is sometimes needed
More than all the other fluff.
Moosewood Cookbook's Arabian Squash Casserole
Substitute post-Halloween pumpkin and Ghost Pepper to keep it scary.
A beautiful nightmare haunts me,
I am spellbound by her words.
The death of a thousand nights,
the loss of a thousand tales.
Spin me a parable of love and triumph,
wrap me in a fable of pain and life.
Ensnared, I bow to the grace of eloquence
and cry for the mercy of silence.
Maa’mool winds wash over me
In antique moonlight I merge with the spirit of Wadi Shab
Following the worn paths through the orchards
To discover the hidden mysteries of Mibam
Commonplace melodies of the qanun and maqrum
Become new again passing my ears
Dancing sweet Arabia off the ancient walls
A midnight song of prayer sung to no one and everyone
A resonate stone rippling my very soul
Looking skyward the heavens reveal
Familiar skies of the desert navigators
A tapestry of moments past, now, and eternity
Yet only for myself
These small memories I forever commit
As I swim in the sweet pools of Wadi Shab
Gazing high into the desert night
To the waning Arabian moon
While maa’mool winds wash over me
NOTE:
Maa'mool is a sweet Middle Eastrern incense
Wadi Shab is a beautiful paradise like place outside of the ancient city of Mibam
A Qanun and a Maqrun are Arabian instruments, one is a "double clarinet" the
other is a stringed instrument.
If black only stood and served an evil purpose
At all times I’d hate it completely, reject it and resist it
With all my will- power and with all my strength
Maybe perhaps she/he once grew from a land called Africa
Maybe she/he had very sharp all five human senses intact
Together to quickly decipher good from evil
Like fetishism, totemism, dogmatism, jewishism, moslemism
Or churchism the desire to choose and to choose rightly doesn’t
Stem from culture of any real people
I’d repeat with every confidence
I’ve within my being
There’s a global percentage of liking for African
If she/he held high the need to speedily shun acts of schism,
Nepotism, tribalism
If she/he settled for the right attitude like in plucking a trees’ goodly
Apples,
If she/he selected the most likely option from multiple sets of solutions.
Could you imagine the hypocrisy involved
with depicted black as fearful as a strange
Figure –
A genie darkly big, long and tall
Exactly replicated from Arabian Nights?
Watching the leader through my destroyer’s, Big Eyes
Waiting for signal to execute maneuver
The flashing light comes. “Execute!” my talker cries.
The bridge responds, slowing speed and shifting course
Twenty ships simultaneously make course east
As headings steady, I await the next command
The formation’s wakes clawing the sea like a beast
Another light, I shout the leader’s next demand
These types of close maneuverings, are tricky things
One wrong signal could result in a collision
I rub my eyes, below the engine order rings
Another signal and we dance in precision
Maintaining the columns, we plow, south, south east
All anticipating our next liberty feast
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Author notes
Another in my Sailor Sonnet Series.
Purple dots in green;
Poppies blowing in the wind,
arabian dream.
In peak summer,frightening dark an Arabian night,
Khalif Omar busy,putting his things in black and white,
Under an oil lamp throwing not much but little light,
Suddenly gained access his room his wife with Omar to sit,
Omar screwed his hand and ceased the lamp that let to lit,
Why?asked his wife,Omar in a voice like from a well or a deep pit,
Oil from the state's coffers not to burn for others,said Omar bit,
This teaches a lesson for all in power to make their seats proper and fit!
Her hair flows with the waves of the wind.
Her spirit wild and free.
Her heart beats with the rhythm of her feet.
Her eyes reflect the purity with in her soul.
Her loyalty unquestionable.
Her beauty out shines the sun.
She is the most vibrant mare I have ever seen.
My Arabian stallion
As white as the Arctic floors
As fierce as the fire dragon
My pride and joy ever more
Gallop through the Arabian Plains
Enduring the storm of sands
Enduring the odds and banes
As fast as lightning he ran
With this stallion I have
Man looked at me with envy
The challenge i shall accept
To prove my stallion is MIGHTY
With this stallion i have
Can't you see this lady stands strong
If you think you can step on me
Baby, you judge me wrong
This stallion is my pride
Proving nothing but strength and might
Dare you provoked this lady's tribe
With a sword and armour I shall fight!
waves ignore call of the gulls,
tides ebb and flow,
sweep asunder blowing wind,
make setting Sun glow.
boats scamper to shore,
their masts ruffle in protest,
sea of dreams and lore!
written 27/06/2021
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