Long Arabian Poems
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They punch a fist in the air
Anger written on their faces
Those deaths of their own..
Having ignited hidden fires
Rushing over each other arsonist...
Reason and civility is thrown away
Adopting hardwired survival mode
They rant chant and grow furious
Distancing rules of Covid forgat
I cry with them and pray morrow
We won't be burying them too..
When the dreaded virus attacks
Who is fueling these fires now..
At a time when the neo-revolutionaries
Risk being executed by a Covid 19 virus
Distancing they are testing a hypothesis
In a battle as old as time the surge-on
Is it the Spanish conquerors who ignited it now..
Or the Arabian enslavers who planted the seeds
Or them Templer's founders of the Newfoundland
Who appeased them fires with an in God we trust
When the puritans in Salem burnt Tituba
Her confessions to witchcraft but coerced
A puritan community covering behind Law
Aiding and abetting an injustice of racism
Wait now..did they but then set her free..
Where are all the gains made in rights movements
If at the tiniest spark flames allover do now ignite
Is tolerance but a subtle retreat as peoples gather..
All manner of arsenal in battle the for domination...
Sons of a lesser God are there really any now One
Yet you do recite that he called his son from Kafira
With Kemet said to have enslaved a race chosen..
Am reminded he blessed them all.. subdue the earth
Not subdue and conquer each other
Not to exploit other's guise of labour
As they enshrine a demi-god of greed
Fondly aptly its named urban culture
This one now does call for patient(ce+...
Have they not suffered enough anguish
At this stage of the Journey-Kibrithmana
And as Moosa uplifted that bronze snake
Don a bib... We pray it not Horsemen
We heard what seven thunders spake
As angels Swoon all over the earth...
Reapers working overtime.. Jumbos
He billed himself as an expert in the field of "equine podiatry",
Better known as a farrier for farmers and the cream of society!
Keeping horses shod and their hooves polished was his vocation.
With horseflesh he'd had many an interesting confrontation!
He always had a roll-yer-own dangling from his lips,
And a blackened leather apron wrapped about his hips.
His jaw was set and with biceps wrought of tempered steel,
He'd strike the anvil with his hammer - what a rhythmic peal!
In his jumbled shop he'd shod animals of many breeds.
Donkeys, mules, ponies and prized Arabian steeds.
He shoed critters pulling covered wagons to unknown frontiers,
And many a cowpokes cayuse for the round-up of his steers!
One detail they didn't cover when he was in farrier school,
Was how to deal with the occasional cantankerous mule.
Many times he'd found himself sprawled upon the dirt,
With the outline of a hoof imprinted upon his shirt!
Tho' his profession never guaranteed a life of glamour,
And knowing he'd not get rich wielding a tongs and hammer,
Yet, it was challenging working with ornery mule and horse,
Always hoisting their hindquarters very gingerly of course!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain
Much like some people I know
Snails can sleep for 3 years without eating
I'm ravenous in an hour or so
A pregnant goldfish is known as a twit
That's a sight I've never yet seen
A giraffe can clean its ears with its tongue
Wondering what else it can clean
The youngest Pope was eleven years old
Barely toilet trained they say
Most lipstick contains stinky fish scales
From kissing I'm staying away
Originally Coca Cola was green in colour
It surely turned off a lot of folks
The dot over the letter “i” is called a tittle
I'm not kidding, it isn't a joke
Donald Duck comics were banned in Finland
Coz he didn't wear anything below
Mel Blanc who was the voice of Bugs Bunny
Was allergic to carrots I'm told
“I am” is the shortest sentence in english
“I'm not” runs a very close second
A Saudi Arabian woman can get a divorce
Without coffee in bed from her husband
A “jiffy” is just a hundredth of a second
I'll be back in a “jiffy” as they say
Sometimes it can stretch to an hour or more
So now what would you call it I pray
What's 111,111,111 times 111,111,111
Answer 12,345,678,987,654,321
grandma bare bosomed and barely covered by frayed crocheted pants
looked like a mixture of parakeet and paragon in a fairy tale’s garment
under cover of darkness she would bare her wickedness and emotions
a mocking bird with a beak full of gold and a never ending feathered quill
fire in her heart and a pen crafted from charcoal and indelible passion
tea leaves suspended in a crystal ball swayed by pendulums of words
stepladder to wisdom swinging from a roped pinnacle at the threshold
from reality to psychedelic hunter and gatherer of mushrooms and magic
candles crafted from Arabian lamps exuded Alhambra charms and Alladin
whose cave was her fortress in the woods of past future times and pastiche
desk like a lamp post overshadowing contours and scripted penumbra
it was never too late to have a happy childhood with a wick as companion
no hermit but prophesy personified she send messages out into the world
parchment of wisdom tied to acorns belladonna berries and butterfly wings
required no answers because questions held stronger without instant replies
the old scribe never died because an oak tree grew unperturbed in my soul
27th June 2020
A purebred Arabian horse
is strikingly beautiful,
Finely chiseled bone structure
Concave profile, a distinctive head shape
and high tail carriage
prized by the Bedouin people,
the desert dwellers.
But Duldul was a mule—
Historical accounts concur,
However, folklore refers to it as horse—
Even a winged horse
with the power of speech;
And according to the Quran, Prophet Muhammad
flew to heaven on a winged horse.
A mule is the offspring of donkey and mare.
A union between the donkey, Ya’fur,
and Kyrat, the Arabian Stallion,
She was favored by the Prophet Muhammad
and he rode her into many battles.
Duldul had been a gift to the Prophet from
Al-Muqawqis the ruler of Alexandria,
accompanied by a donkey called Ya’fur,
said to be the descendant of the donkey
ridden into Jerusalem by Jesus.
~Contest: A Notable Horse
~Sponsor: Robert James Liguori.
In alcove of the palace on that night
I felt the rush of pleasure and delight
He pressed me to the wall and forced a kiss
I nearly fainted as I tasted bliss
The dark and handsome Prince of kingdom fair
He ran his fingers through my raven hair
And then he burned my mouth with hungry lips
I felt the clutch of hands upon my hips
I could not breath, all thought had taken flight
He was of royal blood and noble height
Pervading every dream, he’d ravished me
And now each longing wish had come to be
He whispered in my ear, “I’ll make you Queen!
Though servant now you are, your slave I’ve been
I’ve wanted you from moment you walked by
You fill my life, oh darling of my eye!"
And then he planted kiss on heaving breast
His lips in need to be my bosom guest
He pulled back then and looked into my eyes
“The man who touches you, THAT man, he DIES!
“No one will taste your nectar, none but I
I’ll speak to Sultan; rules will change, I’ll try
To take as wife a slave of common birth
For there is none as fair upon this earth.”
He crushed me to himself and walked away
I waited for my Prince both night and day
A summon came to speak to Sultan then
“My son’s to wed, I’ll tell you where and when.
I found for him a princess fair and bright
Her skin is soft and supple, lily white
She is my brother’s girl, his next of kin
Forget him dear, his love for you is sin.”
I wept that night as I walked to my door
Constrained to take my life, the poison pour
When soon my ears did hear the wondrous sound
Of steed in haste, his hoofs pounding the ground
He came to me and begged me to forgive
My love he needed if he were to live
He laid me on my bed and did implore
“I have your soul, but now I beg for more.”
By candle light the Prince made love to me
I sighed, I cried, I died, he set me free!
“Arise my love, let’s leave this cursed place
You’re now my wife, oh girl of angel face.”
To kingdom fair, we bade a last farewell
My joy and rapture none but heart can tell
We lived a life of love and sweet repose
He was MY Prince and I his Passion Rose.
Eileen Manassian
Hagar slave, the chest, heart, feet,
Left breast with Samaria's milk,
Right is the Arabian philosophy,
She may differentiate milk for children,
Babies, male or female,
Angel in Genesis said about Ishmael:
He is the real wild donkey,
In the wilderness,
Like a donkey, he may see the star of Christmas,
Guiding to monotheism,
But if he is wild, then a lunatic,
In the last stage - the kamikaze from the brink, cornice,
Hagar from Egypt,
Magic of the Pharaoh's wizard,
Imitation of the sign of Moses, Aaron, and Miriam,
The pursuit,
If he returns to Herod, the terrorist, assassin,
Fallen King-magi passes trough the window,
Already yet when he saw the star for worship before Jesus,
Trinity,
In the image and likeness, the virginal united heart of the family,
The ship of the desert should pass through the door of the eye of the needle,
Helped by the hand of Virgin Mary,
The advice of mercy,
Even for Ishmael's countries and people,
Water in the desert, the oasis,
Without any malignancy,
Here,
When my Friend spoke with she,
This Samaritan woman Photina,
Seeing the little prince with Jesus,
Man of providence, destiny,
Not a lunatic from evil,
Else to be a daughter of the devil - madam the heresy,
Phantom's mirage, mirror,
Mermaid of the wilderness, sand whirlpool,
Tyranny of djinn,
Totalitarian community, gathering,
Djinn, there oversees among all the living,
The submission,
There is no need for submission before that evil spirit,
But before Sarah - the symbol of Virgin Co-Redemptrix,
To study humility and liberty without sin,
To receive the crown of life from the Queen,
Multiplied bread and fish,
For true freedom from the Redeemer
Without any slavery and bad suffering,
The yoke is easy,
Real victory.
He came riding thru the south wind
An Arabian so white and so pure
Rich mystery and wildness in him seem combined
His ancient eyes held a magical lure
A bond of trust, so strong, so rare
I shared with this desert wanderer
He was an answer to my humble prayer
An able partner to this adventurer
He flew without wings on this hot land
Talking with spirits all around
His own master, under his own command
The mark on his head glistened like a crown
Prophets and seers on this ancient breed did ride
An honour to be chosen by this revered guide
For Sara Kendrick’s contest ‘Sonnet Me’
If she arrives soon
it will be too late.
The one who makes you weep
like sparkling rain,
happy to be her joy, her pain
that one will come too soon;
for you will be gone
your longing
just an echo in a music box.
Kismet is for Arabian Nights.
The bright points of departure and arrival
are always moving, nothing is fixed,
some blink on; some blink out
as if they were long lost wishes
upon a star map.
When she waits for you
you will have found another.
When you seek her
she will always be beyond
the next streetlight
in a foreign city.
The rain will weep,
the poetry of loss
will remain unfound,
yet if she returns
entering your life
out of a missing yesterday
then let that be your future
a tomorrow that arrives
as timeless
as a song yet unsung.
an Arabian sonnet
Greetings to one who cries for salvation;
God hears the tears of your desolation.
Crying for our Lord’s shield from privation
strength comes, Messiah gives confirmation.
One day spent as keeper of His threshhold,
one day guarding the gate to His sheepfold,
better by far than one searching for gold.
No good thing will God’s Anointed withhold.
From your tears, create a thirst-quenching spring,
build fountains so gushing water can bring
life-giving strength and glory for our King.
How lovely, His tabernacles of praise,
How safe, the shelters He calls us to raise,
How blessed, strength to strength in God’s dwelling place.
Inspired by Psalm 84
April 19, 2021
contest: Your best sonnet this year so far
sponsor: John Hamilton