Long Arabic Poems
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She is the bravest my eyes have ever seen
A lion bows, in shiver and fear
I am on my knees for I can not believe
A woman so beautiful, among us she breathes…
I offer this world and everything within to her feet…
I say proudly that I will protect her with fists…
She smiles, then gently she says to me…
I am a woman, strong and I do not need
Protection, for I may seem fragile
But I am stronger than steel…
I do not know what words to speak…
For I desire her love, and love her miserably…
But I have only my heart to offer
And she deserves better than me…
It does not matter that I love her endlessly…
She lives in a world that the devil dreams to flee…
And yet she stands strong with a smile shinning through her lips…
With a laugh musical, poetry to my ears…
She is a brave woman…gentle and free
The broken mind
In the gorge, near the river that died five years ago
ago and is a pale scar running from the inland mountains
and down to the coast,
unheard words of lovers come here to die;
“I love you,”” Come back to me,” “I can’t live
without you.”
Whispers in the breeze for no one’s ears but
The intrepid who comes here to conquer his own fear of love.
It is easy to get lost here; the trees are unfriendly
have thorns and branches snap
When you try to climb to see where you are,
and wild beasts follow, waiting for you to succumb,
fall asleep so they can eat your brain
leave you confused, and rescuers will say:
“Poor man has got Alzheimer's.”
The stillness hears fearful screams, the unheard
Last effort before sinking into silence
"Ghost Gum Burns"
Ghost Gum burns
Inside a heart bleeds
lifted by fire tornado turns
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
“My Lovely Jinn” / Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/kzXn__UAF0c
1.
Corymbia aparrerinja commonly known as ghost gum, is an evergreen tree that is native to Central Australia. It grows up to 20 metres in height and has smooth, white to cream and pink-tinged bark, which sheds seasonally in thin scales
2.Jinn: Collective Noun
Jinn is an Arabic collective noun deriving from the Semitic root jnn (Arabic), whose primary meaning is "to hide" or "to conceal".
3.Jinn: Genie (Supernatural/Islamic Mythology)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jinn
4. turn.
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/turn
Ritinello
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Featured in several languages
in unstressed syllables
it's origin is from the
Hebrew word shva
which represent a Simu lair sound
reducing vowel to a neutral quality
Varying degrees of vowel sounds
neither evil or good
the Schwa sound is never
associated with negative
connotation
Schwa is neutral and unstressed
the idea of Schwa being Evil is figurative
and not based on any Linguistic reality
It is not stressed and
Short Vowel sounds
It quicker and it uses less efford to
pronounce
in comparison
it's clearly heard in
English and Spanish Words
It is prevailant in
English German, Arabic Catalan
Vowel and Schwa do not always mean the same thing
It is right in it's time
and odd when
out of place
uh or ih
is what the Schwa sound sounds like!
in music it can be used after
a grace note
where the syllable after the schwa is stressed
it's the on the beat or stresed sound
the weak uh sound
ah , uh and um are common
fillers in laugages a strong filler is assocated with
Mid range Vowells
completelly different from the neutral Schwa!
By
Ferrule Tenoroon
Bassoonist
and Lyricist
Bridge stones cobble streets i'll take whatever God gives to me
Fortunes won and lost by wars
These wounds will never heal because they are so deep
Vast amounts of posion alter the ego I once had
Three stories like these are my babys dreams
Lillies grow and storms blow them away
Needful for employment but not greedy for gain
Sabatauge is a crooked path so i take the narrow way
Streets litered with good intentions have become my home
No where does a man find his true Love
Unless he first look deep down inside himself
Classes like Cladestine and irrational men are not my breed
I'd rather fall off a horse than die in a car wreck
Stars fell spells cast darkness never flees from the light
Hitching a horse to a post is an easy task
But riding at night proves your worth to men
As she introduces herself as a heiress of a King
Etchng this ethic into the ethos A godly man is full of evil deeds
Continuim of Time the features are often at times the equivilent of the McAbees
Sanctions dont stop the Gods from appearing on the screen
Hesitating in the face of caution is likened to repeating the actual events
So I follow through the veins of every man like the voice of Life does
Helogriphs that express the worthy are from God
So remember the voice of Cain as Able killed him by His decree
Mohamed and Khaled
The best butcher shop in town
In the deception of silence
they butcher those with sound
Voices against their Kingdom
they fear and do not like
Raping their women with modern views
while butchering a protesting man
Both Prince, King and pork herder
Vehement denials throughout the land
Yes the color of red, proof of blood in their sand
In the shoes of Aysha, these cowards cant even stand
Intoxicated Salman, butchered an innocent man
as Trump applauds, the free press in a grave
situation... Tyrants kissing and holding hands
A thousand lashes, to the butchers of Riyadh
Prince Mohamed be damned
the soul
Why should I write about my soul? I don´t know?
If a soul thinks if the entity that vanishes when the body dies
into the air, we breathe like autumnal leaves on trees?
Was Stalin a good soul with a dark mind or a smart mind
He good rid of (killed) the obstreperous officers
In the red army to kill off any dissent, he succeeded.
Or was he simply a dark soul?
My mother thought he looked charming, but she failed.
To see his snake eyes.
I can´t make up my mind about Hitler´s soul, his clownish
The body got in the way.
I don´t think, and there is such thing as a soul it is not
Tangible but we can´t call it an aura, Hitler had an aura.
He liked dogs and sweet cakes when not murdering
Jews and other miserable, like gay people.
In other words, a soul is a Christian idea that promises
A life ever hereafter how else could heaven have
a place to so many people
What you wish for
It was Friday we were going out for a meal in the evening
I had visualized a fat pork chop with furrows of fat in the meat
whatever you say fat food taste better than chicken.
Since it was evening my wife thought an omelet would be
right for me and the waitress agreed – she is a friend-
But a few glasses of red wine were ok.
After eating the omelette, drinking the wine, I wondered if
they were patronizing me, so I had whisky with coke.
I tell you I was not drunk, but I felt an irresistible need to
tell a story, standing up and let my voice boom to drown
the audience with my erudition; it was not on,
we come home to catch the nine o`clock news.
Benjamin Netanyahu.
Gaza bleeds.
Children vanish.
Women fall.
Men vanish.
The ICC speaks.
You walk free.
Who do you serve?
Not your people.
You are their pawn.
Groomed. Fed. Protected.
A king made by chains.
Every night, blood flows.
Far away, they toast.
Hypocrisy crowns itself.
“Tribute vice pays to virtue.”
You are not invincible.
No throne lasts.
Empires built on fear crumble.
Truth watches.
The Jewish people suffer your shadow.
Their pride, their legacy.
You stain it.
The world will remember.
A war criminal walked Israel.
Even power cannot hide from justice.
Your empire is temporary.
Your legacy: sorrow.
History will judge.
Beyond the dunes, I travel far, in this morass
Dust clouds assault these eyes' lodestar, in this morass
Herein, this mouth thirsts for your arms like waterfall
Denied by silken touch, which chars in this morass.
I find myself tracing your face on night’s misbah
When silence rips an ache bizarre, in this morass
Alone, hikes lead to rocks untamed, doubting my fate
Till desert wind echoes afar, in this morass
Where yonder on, our moorland births, without my hands
and cacti pierce, the landscape scars, in this morass.
an attempt on iambic hexameter
* misbah---Arabic word for lamp, lantern
Debbie Guzzi's Take A Leap
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