Spiritual Islamic Poems

You will see heaven and earth roll up as a scroll 
You will read the Word, written in twigs and rocks  
You will hear...

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Blind in the all-consuming mist without a trace of light 
Blind in the oven’s black smoke that makes all songs to Jesus seem hushed 
A...

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My priggish plump fingers
frayed against
the fretless neck of a
thousand stringed lute
each chord I strummed
cracked open galloping
gaseous spheres of
scorching flame
my velveteen vibrato
commanding them into prostration

Lo! how...

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These weathered hands -
rusted relics
embellished in the
patina of time’s
restless passage

These sinister
metallic arms march
forward, akin to
Third Reich battalions
stomping on
Parisian fabric
with leather boots
hand stitched
in the name of
totalitarian...

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We are dots
unyoked in the astral pencil sketch
disjointed blots
swinging on the vines
pouncing around for residues
epiphanic morsels sprinkled
like salt on gaping wounds

Lo! Look at how we...

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My Stockholm syndrome
crosshatch strokes across my rickety easel
lavish lavender blends of oil and spice
dye this powerless infant
catapulted into a cradle –
the dead center
of a clandestine...

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Plucking my oud's sacral strings
her felt fingers glide across my neck
the goblet drums' frisky clicks
like an oasis nestled in the desert
Persia's striking sonority slices me...

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Tinctures of Tuscan red temptation
trickle through all
of the tempestuous rivulets
in Damascus

The scent of
the nonpareil nectar
torments both the
nearby boors and patricians

They quaff the wine and
leave the...

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POEM: 
My yoke shall remain light
like wings of a falcon in flight
but if you remain anchored,
do not sound the dread alarm when
my burden's fangs sink...

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Tirelessly tapping the ecliptic elixir of modernity
the marionette hurls pebbles at minarets

The rot of this wretched wine vivified his rapturous pith
platting the tombs of his...

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In Mecca circle
Throng heads vow in unison
In silence uphold....

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A ceremony of fearful falcons 
Scattered like a school of frightened fish 
Their crooked wings scissored the soaring Syrian sun into slivers, 
Blissfully beating down...

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With the weight of wondrous wealth and worship
neatly nestled in her corporal cavity
unexpectedly, this eager expecting dame
lifting her humble hand in search of clarity
seeps through...

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Lighting up the void
Your soft hands adorn us all
Within the abyss...

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Spilling myself with an ink-soaked feather
pages cocooned by mahogany leather,
eroded and weathered

“Damn my eyes”
“My deeds unjustified”

Perusing prose to anesthetize my pain
my windowpane dripping with drops...

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