Best Mannan Poems
The winter Queen has arrived
Silent and soft and slow and divine
Slowly thru icy breath she whispers
As her silver garments open wide
Miracles appear swirling free
As tiny angels dancing above
Softly drifting to the ground
On the wall and rooftops
Window ledges and branches bare
Tiny crystal flowers bloom
As she spreads her blanket around
Tinkling and glittering they enter
Frigid human lonely hearts
And like wild butterflies
The warmth flutter again
As each flake a beautiful dream weave
In the white tapestry of life
08/11/12
By Tahera Mannan
The Virgo In Me
A virgin goddess, pure simple mind
A fervour in heart, kindness for mankind
Always yearning for eternal youth
In search of undying truth
High aims of touching the sun
Enjoys the company of the young
A craving for perfection as close as it can be
That’s the Virgo in me
Little actions and deeds observed
But very easily perturbed
Even if a dear one steps out of bounds
I’m ever ready with my sharp bullet rounds
People adore me for my abilities
Oh my it is the Virgo in me
I’m famous for my devotion
My heart an ocean of emotions
Its love that makes me passionate
Trying to immerse my loved ones in it
I’m often quite forward and bold
But nerves quiver turning me cold
No chains bind me, a spirit free
Oh yes it is the Virgo in me
18/06/2011
By-Tahera Mannan
A is for Aster dancing in the wind
B is for Begonia as many as you can find
C is for Cornflower adorning a maiden’s hair
D is for Dandelion waving in the air
E is for English Daisy shining silver along the brook
F is for Fairy Wings kept in granny’s book
G is for Geranium in our pretty garden
H is for Hollyhock atop the Afghan’s turban
I is for Impatiens a carpet beneath the tree
J is for Jewelweed visited by the bee
K is for Kalimeris white as the snow
L is for Lily that in the church glow
M is for Marigold all over the hills
N is for Naranjilla without any frills
O is for Orchids that the pretty lady got
P is for Pansy drawn on the riverside yacht
Q is for Quail bush bright in the summer sun
R is for red rose in the senora’s bun
S is for Sunflower thousands in the field
T is for Tailflower out of its shield
U is for Uncarina deep in Madagascar
V is for Verbascum shaped like a star
W is for Wisteria soft as satin dress
X is for Xyris which grows without a fuss
Y is for yew fresh as spring dew
Z is for Zinnia that once in the yard grew
These flashes of colours in our everyday life
Gives meaning to that endless strife
1/03/13
By- Tahera Mannan
The water tinkled down
My memory lane
Sweet was the sound of pain
As I gently remembered her face
Moving along the rim
The angel softly touched
My heart strings one by one
As emotions danced their
Rawness away, glowing
In the afterthought of achievement
Weak fountains sprung thru the sinews
Awakening the darkening desires
The flowers sighed and fell
Before her teary grave
As passion held in its arms
An empty mind, an empty body
19-11-12
By Tahera Mannan
For Nette’s SYNESTHESIA : INNER BODY MOVEMENT
O’ Angel of mercy
Wait
Do not take her away yet
Tarry a while
Wait a while
Her body is still warm
Her soul still lingering
I have to say
A million things
I have to show her
A million dreams
O’ Angel of mercy
Stay a while
Wait a while
She has yet to hug me
She has yet to love me
Her hand on my head
Her breath on my cheek
O’ Angel of mercy
Tarry a while
Wait a while
My heart cries
For her warmth
My life cries
For her strength
O’ Angel of mercy
Stay a while
Wait a while
Her immense love
Which gathered
Me to her
Is yet to be felt
O’ Angel of mercy
Tarry a while
Wait a while
Give me a chance
O’ Angel of mercy
Give me a chance.
By-Tahera Mannan
Contest-Your Darkest Hour
Sponsored by-Ryland Matthews
The dewy morning’s pink dawn
When the doe with her new born fawn
Steps out of the glen
Dancing to the song of the wren
Then angel dust is seen
When the baby girl in her sweet sleep
Smiles with pretty dimples so deep
Fills tenderness in the mother’s eyes
As she wistfully looks at the skies
Then angel dust is seen
When the old lady around the corner
Warms her hands on the tin burner
And a passerby around her gently places
A warm shawl with soft laces
Then angel dust is seen
When life becomes hard and dark
There are no new songs from the lark
Trials and heartbreak knock at the door
And every day is a heavy chore
Then angel dust is seen
It whispers softly with the breeze
And settles on those weak and dry trees
Magic gently plays on the heart strings
A harbinger of gentle springs
Angel dust is seen
09/10/12
By- Tahera Mannan
Silent midnight, crescent moon overhead
Molten silver shimmered on dewy grass
Tender jasmine and vibrant marigold
Danced with the gentle breeze
As softly it caressed my sleepy cheeks
Resting on his warm loving shoulder
10/09/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For Constance’s “ Six Lines Of Poetry, Please” contest
I wove a garland of flowers
A garland full of love
Beautiful stars fallen on the green carpet
I collected and wove
The dew drunk red rose amongst
The daisies so white
The heady jasmine round them
I wove into a ring
The tiny blue bells danced around
The lily’s unstained beauty
Yellow wild flowers peeped from under
The vibrant petals of marigold
Then into this ring I wove
My love and desires
And held it against my heart
For him when he’d come near
By-Tahera Mannan
Contest- Flowers
Sponsored by- Francine Roberts
I caught myself this blue balloon
Flying adrift and among trees
Laughing I untied it from its string
And ran in happiness at top speed
The balloon unknowingly deflated
And hung limp from my fingers
Sadly I touched its shiny surface
Feeling a lump in its heart
As my fingers explored its very life
A tiny paper note it unveiled
And on it were the words of a little child
Asking her daddy to come back
As I sat on my bed at night
And looked out to the starry sky
My eyes closed and a prayer went up
For daddy to come to his waiting child
For daddy to come to his waiting child
20/07/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For Francine’s ‘Happiness is a balloon’ contest
I gift you this unicorn
Beautiful and wild
He’ll carry you around snowy clouds
Where angels sing lullabies
You’ll drink the morning’s virgin dew
When the dawn star flames in the sky
He’ll glitter and dance and prance
And bring lilies for your feet
Beauty, purity, mystery and magic
He’ll take you to eternity
And when night shadows, dark and deep
He’ll curl beside you in protective sleep
By -Tahera Mannan
Dedicated to one of the greatest poets I’ve ever known, PD.
A very Happy Birthday PD.
I sent you some petals in a letter
Oh let them fly away
Hear them sing of my love
As they caress the gentle wind
See them dance above your head
Heady with love they carry
Taste the sweetness from them
As they kiss your lips
Smell their erotic perfume
As they glide across the gale
Oh feel, feel the love in your heart
As my petals swirl in the wind.
16/01/13
By Tahera Mannan
She sat peacefully by the window
Gnarled brown hands creating magic
Every tiny stitch danced around in joy
The pastel blue and enchanting pink
Peeked from under her hands
The basket with its weaves and hues
Stood surrounded by tiny daises
She stitched love and care into each flower
Head bent life flowed from her hands
A garden filled with treasures
Night came, moonlight beamed
Hands still lovingly moved across the threads
Dress finished, she slowly stood
Eyes caressing the wedding dress
A gift from grandma so old
03/06/2011
By Tahera Mannan
old horn
new age begins
hands turn the cycle back
as men to old tribes is inclined
the bright new iron, the axe, the helmet
those swords of yesterday arise
weary world turns again
to a past world’s
old horn
03/09/13
By Tahera Mannan
For Nette’s Just Nine Lines contest, visual 2
dark green lotus leaves
soft throne of the old bullfrog
life passes by
04/10/2011
By- Tahera Mannan
Theme-Lily pads and frogs.
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
I looked around and a little face beamed with delight
Reclining amid thorns
Ivy his body adorns
A tiny candle burned below
Wind whistle thru the willow
And from every rock and every stone
Came the most heavenly tone
So untouched and cold
A beauty to behold
He seemed to look towards the sky
Or was it a passing butterfly
And as my pen flew all night
He slept under the moonlight
And as the day broke over the spire
He stooped and plucked a flowery attire
Kissed the head of this lonely bard
A stone again for all who passed
By- Tahera Mannan
14/06/2011
For Constance’s ‘Angels in Cemeteries’ contest