Long Attar Poems
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R-ed rose spreads her aroma
O-r her most sweetest scent;
S-melled by attracted snoots
A-t the most exciting event.
L-et red rose spread her aroma
I-n the spacious open air;
N-oses that sniff at the flower
A-re enjoying the huge affair.
G-reen grasses are dancing
A-t the beautiful meadow;
L-eaves are swaying too,
L-eaving behind the sorrow.
A-t the colorful garden
R-ed rose reels off the cheer,
D-elight, fun and rapture
O-bliterate the stench of tear.
E-xciting perfume fills the place,
S-eptember eighth sunny day;
T-hrilling odor greets the morn,
A-fter the haze fades away.
N-ew dawn that has broken
I-s bringing alluring aura;
L-et's wait for attar and beauty,
L-et red rose spread her
A-roma.
Oh, how beautiful you are
waving on your stem
a perfect picture
to behold
Your attar floods my senses
so sweet and fragrant
deep musky scents
that beguile me
Your hips full and plump
rose water or tea I make
or rose scones to eat
a chocolate I savour
Standing in stately splendour
full blooms reaching skyward
I pluck one so that its
perfume I can extract
How can I not admire thee
as you climb up a wall
or smother a fence
with wonderful blooms
You creep alone the ground
or soar high into the sky
stand upright in beauty
you have it all to show
So many colours
all different hues
Rose, I worship thee
as my soul you delight
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written 06/01/2013
contest Roses, Roses, Roses
Her man was woven into love spell
By another woman, not of her smell.
Bewitchery, she will not tolerate
To the perfumery she’ll calculate.
Apothecary had the perfect answer
An exotic earthy whiff from vetiver!
Happy she was her man found her erotic -
But, alas, it was only episodic!
She spritzed the air with essence of rose petal -
Then a reminiscence of the betrayal!
Love and romance the attar generated
Very soon enough it evaporated.
Memorable scent of basil she wore next,
Pleasurable things her man not to forget,
In vain, it was she who cannot forget -
In her mind fresh the err her man had make,
Scent of her rival made her green with envy,
Scent of betrayal made her very angry,
Desperate but hopeful, she went to a lone edifice;
Temperate and humble, the scent of water brought her peace.
7/14/14
Moneywise, I'm far...
from rich, but in life
and love, I sure am rich...
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
Today was not made
for some; their eyes never saw
dawn's sunrise; mine did,
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
Notwithstanding my share
of bleak, hard-to-get-through days,
I still cherish the attar of roses,
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
I've ridden the seesaw of life;
felt it's highs, lows and in-betweens,
yet still find it all worthwhile,
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
I've walked the razor's edge,
swam the tempestuous ocean of despair
and managed to make it to safe harbor,
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
I've been shoved and sucker-punched
by misfortunes time and time again,
but by the grace of God, I'm still standing...
for that, I'm eternally grateful.
Jogging on the roadside,
With my friends at my side.
He moves every inch with us...
I almost forget we were four.
Seeing him as one; we discuss
Along the line to the very core
Before I knew he was a stranger,
He has turned out a humble words exchanger.
"What's your name?"
He asked diligently.
"What's your aim?"
I replied bluntly.
I know you feel dismayed.
Notwithstanding, I am for peace.
So; be unafraid,
Set aside your earpiece
And give ears to me,
My words with a straight face.
Pasting all the copied pleasant words
Into my ears like songs of birds
Pleasing to the heart every dawn of the day,
Hardly could I get away from his voice culture
Painting itself raw on the blank vacant space of my mind
Loom up with the best attar of roses.
Allover me again and again till my withered flowers grow kind.
Considering him a different vulture
Not to feed on carrion and fly away
Coming up roses with bared teeth for another tease...
But I sensed he would love it a game
Or see me behind the times--
Telling him I will think well of it
So that he won't see it as endgame.
Though, the well-intentioned untruth, I've a heart-stirring permit
Of one's own free will beyond wildest dreams
And set a match to my pun
As we smile and stun
Through the narrow hole of my ears,
His running thought beautifies the flowering moment.
Through the shady words in cool paints,
Filling the widened path to hold my breath.
Where sunny days hid afar in our accoutrements,
The hot weather foaming to worm the family birth...
If we won't only do it for fun and disappear
Between the thin lines of complaints.
Someone I never think of,
Is now the reason I uncontrollably laugh.
For the silent moment easily pictures,
His unrelenting acts decently packaged which bathe me
Romantically thinking of our future,
Praying and working to make it be
The richly blessed one absorbed in friendship.
Down the line against all hardships.
Yet, for all these
I never let go of laughter
Whenever I remember
The awesome pictures of all the tease
You planted into my head
And the zeal of beads around my waist well thread.
In which I film
You as the humble stranger
Who purposefully endanger
Peace of love into my dream
April Ambassador
April, ambassador of spring, appears -
Mediator of the truce
Between dusky winter’s sighs
Of first snowfalls
And the incense of l’air du temp
Where mourning doves entwine with peaceful wings –
The scent of cashmere’s spring
Soft upon the meadow;
Envoy of hope’s wild spice in Resurrection,
Sweeping away the dead odor of winter’s tomb,
Consul coaxing breath into oxygen,
Spring’s letters of introduction,
In strawberry scented tresses,
Overflow with summer’s promise
Redolence of fresh seed
Overflowing from her diplomatic pouch
In deep furrows of earthy loam’s consecration
Curving round the hilltop
Envoy of soft rains tenderly opening a closed door
To negotiate between days mingling with warmth
And diamond edged dewy nights
Emissary ushering in the pungent potpourri
Agent of yearning for the seasonal zest
In the sweet cologne of truce for rose attar.
4-16-21
Contest: Spring
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
L’air du temp – Air of Spring – also the name of a perfume