Best Mysteryprayer Poems
Sleepwalker
And in the darkest sweeping wings is held all probable
The night of dreamings; wished embraces of gossamer senses ponder miracles
And leave their mark; ever in hope....
She is waiting
Pale in naked moon lit sexual stretches
Fanning shadows curve on satins anguished blue
To subtle bronzed drips rusted rivers
Lay about her in ever flowing delta’s of hair
These the coy covers of shoulders demure beneath their lifting expectation
Quintessence supplicant to floating hands; risen
Her slow beat thumps on a sudden heart
The fleur-de-lis arched beseeching the avid prayer of lips
The floorboards creek
And though through empty rooms the sighs may roam
Though forever it seems she has lain alone
There are eyes, by bat wing devised; by the caverns urgent aphrodisia
He has been gathered by the corpuscle of desire, to come to her
And by each and every silent unspent moan of longing
He inscribed this hours, fretful, reflections of her mantle parted
An eternal caress folded; ingress to her concupiscent heart
Mere Luna beams of dreams of loves physique, his love, made love to her
Dawns dissipation breaths
Remembering the warmth before forgotten days; where separated so
Bathes her awash in amber fire; and traces his finger along her spine
To leave her sleeping in those somnambulist foot prints
Looses in the languid illusive of arms, wrapped in suns breaking
Turning to the light he asks for its edifice, hold fast on waking
Struggle to define by wanting the irrevocable kiss; pressed to her
A taste recited by those gossamer senses ponder miracles
And leave their mark; forever in hope
Her mysterious smile!
Spoke revolting silence’s bile
Prior to chewing her file
Magnificent eyes
Though eyeshades exiled brief style
What words did she store in sigh?!
Tranquilly resting
Soft poems she grasps quickly
Portraying warm monarchy
Her choka poems knew who!?
Her signature revealed two
Fingers are syllables’ queue
Mona Lisa heard
Thunders laminate trajet
Dehiscing Alps behind her
Rivers grow at once
Meadows steam in an instance
Melting flexible substance
The French bridge slithers
TGV rushing jewels
Challenging wind’s high fevers
Steaming beach can bleach
Baking landscapes and seaweed
Stampeding music beneath
Is the collider
Baking tears six feet under?
Shown at left elbow’s corner
If you look at the
Print one foot far… turn over
See… falling dizzy comet?
Where did she go to?
Riding her chariot’s furrow?
To church? Her hands’ prayer fold
Her wedding ring is
Cherished with great love for him
Their children behind singing
Page 1 of 6
By: Nadia F. Shahwan - April 2009. Note: This is an innocent discovery of the Mona Lisa's
beauty.
Wish could cry out the
incentives against the
isolation
Could gather courage for a
minute ressurection
A personality tainted with
lies
A false rumour full of pride
A shared piece of demise
A sanctified prayer for a
fake smile
Justice, I asked for out of
the pain of undone
A guilt that stroke without a
chance to surrender
How far does one falsify the
conspicuous change
A resentment that drowns
in with a shattered mania
for revenge
No more could I blame
anyone else
Redempted soul was all
that I fed
Rest all turned out to be a
wicked dream
The anger raged onto the
desperate theme
The darkness pierced
through the heart so bad
Can't think of any better
daunt to catch
Still can't dare to contradict!
But can't accept it either
The drive is not short
Right, left, right turn at sleeve’s font
Four people a prayer hold
Mona Lisa cried
Her left cheek pastes a wet smile
Her right wet hand hid the time
But, she typed her line
Using her mouse to save time
Splendor poetry’s soft rhyme
No handkerchief dear
Just follow the tepid stream
America lives mild dream
Mona Lisa is
Mellow and follows sunbeam
Her chest’s hearty children’s gleam
Her forehead with band
Wavy hair, loose, every strand
No pony tail her hair had
Clad her noir jacket
Smile! No lip-gloss! No laughter!
Praying to God the Savior
The big S is shown
Saint Bartholomew calls
All churches to run prompt course
To cry blameless souls
Jesus Christ hugs only those
Who are knocking heavens’ doors
Shown on her right sleeve
Majestic stairs to grant grief
On Christmas Eve by the tree!
2 of 6
By: Nadia F. Shahwan - April 2009
Gratiae - the three graces, mythology of Greeks.
Considered daughters of Zeus and Eurynome
and yet said of Dionysus and Aphrodite,
or Helios and Aegle. Human creativity and fertility.
Goddesses of charm, beauty and nature
Usually by three in numbers; - Aglaea - Beauty,
Euphrosyne - Mirth, Thalia - Good Cheer.
Part of the underworld - the Eleusinian Mysteries.
For centuries song, prayer and poetry -
has worshipped their celebrated mysteries.