Best Shams Poems

Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy,
cursed with invisible ink, silent in...

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Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to
me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop
bleating, crying at night,...

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The town that I was born in was a small and ‘one horse’ place,
where no one held a secret and we knew each other’s face.
Nothing...

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Golden are finite grains of sand, running smoothly through
The hour glass of time, tiny precious moments of reflections
Treasured gems, captured in thoughts of the shifting...

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WHEN WISDOM WALKS

Lies,
shams,
they cloud
the truth's eyes.
They seed buds of sin
which unfolds to depravity,
as they... can smother hope or stroke all lobes of the mind
but if...

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Yes, as flowers, we doth bloom and one day will fall.
This is how life is, one day, we will hear God’s final call.

So, while we...

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"The Mirror of Lost Sees: Theophany"



The You in me
possessor of knowledge
heir of the prophets
I Am, the friend of He
the me in You, waits patiently 
watching...

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(Verse 1)
Gathered in an antique bowl
All the letters from their joyful life
Kneeling like prayer, she’ll stoke the fire
She’ll burn the words, they are for her...

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Did I not tell you, ‘Do not leave, for I am your friend’?
For in this mirage of nothingness I am the Fountainhead of Life!
Even if...

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Indeed old is gold
and so's I'm told
Don't be in a hurry
to have all antiques sold
For this old adage
Todate water it holds.

Indeed the good old days
had...

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RESPONSE TO RUMI

Tell the Friend I’m coming, with a wine sack and a thirst.
Been too long in solitude, got a sickness in my bones.

Pray? Where...

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WHEN I WAS LITTLE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

				

When I was little everyone was old or tall
An innocence that spiraled into free fall
Most everything then was black or...

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 The Fragrance of Love

The Fragrance of Love
To follow the scent of love next door.
          ...

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My personality
That's my identity
Who i am in a summary
What a shocking reality
It is my ability to express me
... A great asset not a liability
So i...

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