Best Burka Poems
Such deep amber green eyes
Stare into me
Like arrows that so delicately pierce my heart
She is covered in a curtain of black woven cloth
Ah but her hair flows like caramel
She is concealed and wrapped, the camouflage of fear
The burka hiding the princess within
I may not see with my eyes
Oh but how my heart dreams
Of running in the meadows, laughter at our own happiness
Her voice is musical, and softly charms my soul
I am lost in illusions, of this woman in chador
She hides inside this blackness
Her heart protected by dragons
In the dragons lair so deep
I gaze intently into this darkness
I breathe the fire of rejection
I have no chance with this maiden of such beauty
You see
Her dress is blue like the summer breeze
Her hair blonde like the golden skies
She is the desire of many a suitor
As she sleeps in the drum tower
High above all of loves intentions
The bailey her only wanderings
As you see the only burka she ever wore
Was around her heart
Categories:
burka, angst, introspection, pain, passion,
Form:
Light Verse
My eyes are veiled
No hint of wild seduction
No hungry look of passion
No gleam of admiration
No twinkle of satisfaction
My eyes are veiled
Nothing from my soul passes through
The curtains of this window are drawn
I peek through unseeing
Colorblind to the hues
Selective of the view
I peek unseeing
My eyes refuse to betray me
Veiled by wet black lashes
That dam my tears
The salt of surfaced fears
My eyes are veiled
I will not unveil
Not my eyes
Not my dress
Impervious to caress
Burka bondaged am I
Passion urges, I deny
My eyes are veiled…
My lashes will part
Eyes revealing my heart
My soul will lay bare
Exposed without care
For the one
Whose love is true
Tell me,
is that someone...
You?
Eileen Manassian
A word of caution: The beauty of poetry is that there is inherent mystery in it. That's why we ask our students this question: "What do you THINK the author meant?" Do we ever truly know? If we did...there wouldn't be so many books written by authors trying to decipher Shakespeare's mind...trying to determine who the mistress was that he wrote about...who was the young youth that he idolized. Did he have homosexual tendencies? If we were to know all of this...he poems would lose that sense of wonder. Let the mystery remain mysterious...
Categories:
burka, love hurts,
Form:
The Wailing Wall is standing tall
So men may bang their head and bawl
But burka girls
Must hide their curls
So no one can see their tears fall
Categories:
burka, religion,
Form:
Limerick
The Beheading of Nînwe
Ninwe is the ancient Syriac name for Mosul
(not to be confused with the ancient Assyrian city of Nineveh)
Burned books
Dead poets
Dark ages of Mosul
Smattered relics
Islamic horrors
Dark ages of Mosul
Education denied
Blind minds cutting out eyes
Dark ages of Mosul
Evil hearts
Dark Souls
Rulers in Mosul
The golden age of Islam long ago
Evil winds have blown
Now they live in darkness
In Burka tears
Fear
For years
Crucified Christians
Run run run
The museum is closed in Mosul
Categories:
burka, abuse, allah, history, sin,
Form:
Light Verse
CHILDREN OF LAHORE
(Easter Sunday 2016)
Arms flailing
From
Her
Blue burka,
The woman
Jumps
Like a checkerboard
Piece
Up and over
The white squares
Of bedsheet
To bedsheet
To bedsheet
Each
Draped
Over a
Red blossom
Bump
Lumped
And soaked on
The gravel dust
Fairground
Floor.
Like a game of peekaboo
Between mother and baby,
The woman
Lifts
A corner of sheet
Howls
Then pins it back
With her fingernails
And just as quickly
Jumps
To the next
Small
Square
Hump-covered
Sheet
Lifts
Repeating
The move
Three hundred
More
Times.
“Ibrahim!
Ibrahim?”
A police officer puts her in handcuffs.
No, her husband
Is tackling her.
Actually,
She is a fly swatter
Crazed, swinging at new yellow ghosts.
She
Tears
Her hair
Out
From the back of her head
Like overgrown grass
Grabbed
From a mud puddle
In clumps
Clamped
In her garlic-laced fists,
Even the dirt is surprised,
Hanging
By its bloody roots,
Dripping
In the air.
That is what a bomb, does.
She was a mother
An hour before,
Before she lost her shoes,
While she sat to the side, chatting
With friends
On a bench
As the Merry-Go-Rounds
Went round and round
And round
In the safe distance
And the painted horses
Panted
In the yellow dust.
The children stood in line,
Waiting their turn,
Sharing candies
From pockets and purses,
Checking time
From their phones.
The mother’s shoes
Were spooked
Away
Like fish behind a glass
At the moment
Of the hot flash and swish.
That man,
Yes
He knocked on the glass,
He knocked on the glass,
He pressed his narrow face
As he peered in,
Yes,
He knocked on that glass
Just before
He pulled the cord
Wrapped
Round his waist.
Oh, beautiful God
How could you allow this?
How could
Even the Devil
Do it?
Only a man.
Only a man
Of unfaith,
Of course,
Could smother the sunlight, like that,
Blowing to smithereens
A playground full of children.
Categories:
burka, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXIX
IF you pull a long pained face
The kind poets affect and gladly display
Throughout the ages with their lonely-heart feelings in lyrical grace
You might end up Precious Pearl in harem of some Arabo-Turkish Bey
If you then pull that longingly pained long face
In verses thin and sweetened long to Your Lord and Master Bey
All night long pulling at the tassels of your silken robes pyjama lace
Your turn might never come to whisper rosy verses under moonlit ear
Yet if you keep pulling that long lone-heart face
Know that Eunuchs too might not averse be to your corvée
And might listen close to every lilting line behind burka lace
Unless in Looney Bin the Bey thinks fit to let you long stay
Now if you pulled that long left-alone pale face
During long-stricken nights while silken moon-shafts through casements stray
Your face wan the tang of your pulled flesh less and less sinuous in bed-wise ways
With luck you might at his table serve as a taster of macoronic verse play
So if you must go on pulling that long Parson's face
Pull it while chopping up pork ribs for crispy crunchy helpings à la Canard Lacqué
None will miss appreciating the tango twists and twirls in your hurt-feelings vice-verse
Everything's grist to the salmagundi soup the pot-pourri pulsed poem à la Chop Suey
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 5, 2019
Categories:
burka, appreciation, art, poetry, poets,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XVIII
IF you pull a long dopey face
The least one can in this case say
You don't belong to the eskimo race
Who lament the sun sunk in iced bay
Now if you pull that long limp face
Hoping someone will notice your dismay
Best not to peek through burka-nikah lace
Take the next flight out of tent on any airway
Yet if you keep pulling that long hangdog face
Ev'ry chance you'd be called upon to act in a play
For who knows how to imitate Droopy's face
Who has heard of a cartoon dog star on Broadway
If you pulled hard at that long hangdog face
Through wearisome rehearsals day after day
Fat chance you'll be nominated to play Scarface
No long-faced dogs allowed on stage in Broadway
So if you must pull that long hangdog face
Make certain the collar the leash does not betray
The long-buried wolf in the dog might surface
And actors feast on wolf sans ShutDown back pay
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 9, 2019
Categories:
burka, america, animal, dog, humor,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE - Part V
IF you pull a long face
Especially on Christmas Day
You might put out-of-place
Your face on every other day
If you keep pulling a long face
No matter what anyone might say
Some faces might wear a grimace
By contracting a long face each day
Yet if you must pull a long face
Just when darkness dims day by day
Winter Solstice might lift the burka lace
To show more of wanton autumn play
Now if you go on pulling a long face
On the Gran Via while Reyes Magos lead the way
By comets and shooting cars in criss-crossing race
Pontius Pilatus Police could you in gulgülta dismay
So if you still must pull a long face
On holy church-going psalm-rhyming day
Make sure you confess all dirty-linen disgrace
" Eli Eli lama : Please don't lead me astray ! "
© T. Wignesan - Paris, December 25, 2018
Categories:
burka, christian, christmas, jesus, prayer,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Welcome to 2022!
"Freedom of Choice" has passed to you!
Burka or bikini?
Rice bowl or hot weenie?
Yet prayers won't make your dreams come true . . . .
Categories:
burka, new year,
Form:
Limerick
He waited for a little while
I mourned for my mother
Then it was time for me to be a wife.
I baked
I cleaned
He bought me a real present
And complemented my cooking
Then he came to me in the night
I was scared
I was only fifteen trapped in a marriage I didn't want
What was I supposed to do
Except be a good wife?
A submissive wife?
I wore a burka
I wasn't allowed to cry
I lived to please him
I was trapped.
Categories:
burka, husband, political, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
There was no choice
I took the blame
I killed him
Now they can live
Tariq, Laila, Aziza, Zalmai,
They will go to Pakistan
They will have a future
I will go
The court convicts me of murder
I am put in prison
I am a hero there
Because I killed my husband.
They take me in a truck
"Are you scared?"
"Yes"
My death is coming soon
The end
The beginning?
I was able to do a good thing
I was loved
Cherished
Life is hard
But there was good in those last years
Tea with Laila
Aziza's love
Sharing the burden
I have served my purpose
I still died a faceless death
Hidden by a burka
Only a woman, nothing special
But behind this faceless face of mine
Lay a fulfilled purpose
A purpose
A life
I walked forward
I knelt
I was executed
For nothing?
No
For something.
My name is Mariam
I matter.
Categories:
burka, death, family, hope, political,
Form:
Free verse
Buy your full-body burka now
Made in Texas to fit a cow
The colour is black
It fits like a sack
So you'll feel as free as a sow!
Categories:
burka, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Run!
Where?
Pakistan.
Take the children, go
That man he will help us.
The man with the children buys the tickets
We are in line for the bus
The man whispers to the guard
We can't get on
Hopes are crushed
They detain us
They question us
I feel my face reddening under my burka
There is no hope
We are taken back to Rasheed
He is furious
He beats us
He is vicious
A monster and we can't escape
Then there is darkness
I am trapped
Bleeding
Starving
In the dark shed
There is no way out
Three days
Little Aziza and Laila
Are starving in a different dark room.
Categories:
burka, political, dark, dark,
Form:
Free verse
The Oasis
I was visiting an oasis in the Sahara, with my dog a pointer, but the night
came so quickly I had to camp in the car, shared my food and water with
the dog. I got up before sunrise, wanted to see the birth of morning when
the land of sand turns into gold. My GPS system had failed but I followed
the way the dog was sniffing the air and drove westward.
After an hour of tedious driving, I saw the oasis, a holiday camp for well to
do Arabs, the women in burka and face veil sat on deck chairs by the oases
lake sunning themselves – or perhaps not- the men folk drank coffee and
smoked cigarettes under palm trees and their camels grazed
I saw a shining object in the sky, a drone and it fired rockets on the
oasis the scene of peace was obliterated.
Those responsible, the westerner who had come here for oil, said they
were sorry, they had thought the place was a nest of terrorists.
A sandstorm was brewing and when it was over there was not a trace
of the oasis, the Arabian paradise in the sand.
Categories:
burka, blessing, , western,
Form:
Blank verse
Falluja
Who can forget this place?
When the American moved in, they shot
anything that moved,
families at the dinner table and women
hanging up washing.
A badly wounded enemy, “a soldier”, was hurt,
the only one alive in the room,
he cried out in pain and was promptly shot dead.
An embedded reporter saw this and wrote about it
he lost his job and was called a traitor.
Then ISIS came and nearly got till Baghdad,
the brutal dictator who ran the country and made
It into a modern state, women, didn´t have to wear a burka
and could go to university
That ended to when the Islamite took power, today
Iraq is a totally corrupt state; it has free election and democracy.
Categories:
burka, arabic, break up, corruption,
Form:
Blank verse