Long Fatima Poems
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The Dead Flower
A girl stands in front of a door,
Her feet upon a clear marble floor.
In her hand, a flower—white and pure,
A symbol of peace, of that I am sure.
A yellow bed with soft white petals,
A heart of metal takes time to settle.
It longs for peace, with no more battle,
The white flower born from mud, a good storyteller.
It left its purpose, wished to stay,
But slowly faded far away.
Growing weaker day by day,
A fragile thing no one dared to say.
The soft white petals losing their charm,
They’re feeling within an inner alarm.
It gets no calming balm—
A dead flower rests within her palm.
This is what happens when you forget where your soul comes from.
You become blind and leave your purpose behind.
Nothing remains but an empty end,
A fragile death that world cannot mend.
Written by
Mishquat Fatima
Forbidden love, bought you disgrace
As my parentage wasn’t of your race
And I’d got my white skin on my face
Forbidden love, bought you disgrace
Were you returned to your birthplace
At your desk there’s an empty space
How I long to see your pretty face
Were you returned to your birthplace?
I can’t contact you through cyber space
And have to hide my tear stained face
All thoughts of you I've been told to erase
I can’t contact you through cyber space
Young Fatima vanished without a trace
I wish that we could just touch base
Does her body now rot in a suit case
Young Fatima vanished without a trace
Forbidden love, bought you disgrace
Were you returned to your birthplace
I can’t contact you through cyber space
Young Fatima vanished without a trace
Monorhyme form that I've amended with a repeated line and the first line of each stanza making up the final stanza
Fatima Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
11/13/20
Fatima Shines Faithfully
Mellifluous musk exudes her every facette of sentience
A mosque’s dome protects and shelters a loving embrace
Compound eyes watch over a union made in spiritual sanctuary
Fatima knows and exchanges her vow with Fiona Peace be with them and with all
Not gold they seek just love in every aspect of body mind and tolerant essence
Patina green and humble reflects from a church of fruition
When the chakra of love transcends religion with ancient tutelage
Colour gender and creed do not matter when lips meet their oyster
A kiss for freedom a touch of their hands a ring of souls and tender caress
Sweet perfume and pheromones mingle with literate books of all times
28th June 2018
Fatima my best friend was a women of grit and courage
trekking and mountaineering were her hobbies
she was exact opposite of me
One late evening back from work she was left alone in bus
there were four male passengers besides her
all four of them together tried to assault her
she fought bravely with all strength she could muster
pushed three of them out of the bus
and somehow managed to jump out
Broken leg full of pain she still caught an auto and came back home
First to doctor, then to police station
She refused to rest
At the court room she asked for the convicts to be brought in front of her
Looking at their eyes she recounted all that happened shamelessly
Then she looked at judge and roared like a lioness
How can anybody prove attempt to rape tell me?
Is it not unfair to ask a rape victim to testify she was assaulted?
How can court expect her to remember it all when she was busy fighting for her life?
I have no evidence except my broken legs and pain and anguish
She fell down unconscious
.
Case was judged in her favour.
She was a strong women indeed
Many have heard the story of Lucia and her cousins,
that took place in Fatima Portugal in 1917.
I will spare you all the details for with research they are easily found.
The story begins with three children tending sheep,
they claimed that the Virgin Mary appeared to them with revelations,
and described her as "a lady more brilliant than the sun."
The story became controversial, yet, thousands flocked to the spot.
It was called a miracle but the children were taken into custody,
all three were questioned and threatened but they never wavered.
Two of the children died in 1918 due to a flu epidemic,
but, Lucia lived on and became a nun reporting many apparition visits
right up until her death at ninety-seven years old.
On October 13, 1917- 300,00 to 100, 0000 people gathered in Fatima,
they had come to witness the Miracle of the Sun,
and from rain and dark clouds the sun broke.
The sun at first seemed an opaque spinning disc in the sky,
casting multi-color lights across the landscape.
Then, it came careening toward Earth then, zig-zagging back in place.
Some witnesses claimed their wet clothes wear suddenly dry,
and the soaked ground became dry, some called it a sun dance,
and some say they saw nothing.
To this day, some believe the story of Fatima and others do not,
however, the catholic church must believe for it has created statues
and other monuments and named churches and prayers of devotion
referring to the lady in the visions "As the Lady of Fatima".
Do you believe the children ?
Do I believe then children, yes I do!
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October 28, 2020
Poetry/Narrative/The Story of Fatima
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1298-545-28
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Fatima
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann, Judged 11/29/20
Thank you Sweet Lord
For this wonderful day
The comfort I slept in
The bed where I lay
My faith in my waking
Was never in doubt
Your Love in abundance
I’m never without
I’ve lived on the edge
In my thoughts and my deeds
But each time I fall Lord
You fulfil my needs
I know I’m not perfect
Not even that close
But know in my heart
That I love you the most
You’ve lovingly made me
From nothing but dust
To live among nature
To bathe in your trust
I fail in my goals Lord
I’m often so wrong
But my faith in your Saviour
Is righteous and strong
I cry and I argue
As misdeeds come my way
Bewilderment, sadness
Extremes of dismay
But time heals all wounds
And you’ve never as yet
Burdened my soul
With more than regret
Money and power
The chains that men wear
Evil incarnate
The emblem they wear
The Heavens seem broken
Hell’s taking its toll
I wish I could help Lord
Mankind find his soul
The wings of the Angels
Too heavy for carriage
Set loose from loves cradle
An eniquitous marriage
Find favour in hatred
In Evil find rapture
While the souls of the living
They wantonly capture
Does the fate found in Fatima
Herald our ending
Or is it a portent
That mankind is bending
To the will of the Devil
Corruption and vice
Can you feel mans compassion
Enshrouded in Ice
Oh! What will it take
For to open our eyes
To see through the Evil
This fabric of lies
Come! Lend us your wisdom
Help us see past our fears
Your wonderous truth
Let it wipe dry our tears
The paths that I followed
Far too often misled
To stray from your side Lord
Is the fear that I dread
I yearn for my children
In a world I don’t know
And I’ll Cry and I’ll Pray
For the sweet seeds they’ll sow
Strewn with buds upon night’s skyscape ,
we followed the hovel of an outer-world
As fluted leaves
formed a hologram of our map--
a journey granting passage
into real existence;
Where our twin- souls moved in silence.
I felt your hands cuddling a bounty of flowers
And we meet in Portugal
third instance,
Cleansing lost time in holy water.
The procession of candles brushed the air
quite sacred: white lilies unfurling petals
into hundred lights
on the shrine
of mother Mary ,
while young stars crowned us again...
was it 1918 when our eyes first met here?
Till we strolled through a monolith of statues
blessing our paths ...aligning our thoughts
In the house of Fatima, of transparent gods;
taking our silent vows
with co-owned vintage cameos...
But the vision turns into ripples;
I’m by myself ,
a lone pilgrim
trapped around a grotto...wondering
if this scene were chimeric illusion
or timeless reality...
How I longingly touch your face,
feeling those sighs , like...
like they were my own earthy breath.
Fatima was always dressed up fittingly as any occasion called for
Today one might call her a performance artist but she was
A hippie and child of God always good for some drama though
Was not taken seriously in the reviews in the Paradise Gazette
All she wanted was to be seen as playful serene and sophisticated
First thing it were dates that started the show in the garden
And she had never performed in the nude let alone seduced
She played Hamlet and Noah Mephistopheles and Juliet
Let her hair down to climb down from Babylonian towers
Her repertoire was enormous and to her chagrin so was her bust
‘They always look at my bosom and never hear a word that I say
Fake voyeuristic news and when things go wrong I get the blame’
She was made for the stage in the Big Apple not dated palms’
Tried olives but they were too small and peaches far too symbolic
Bananas were phallic and there was no couch in the garden
‘Fatima at her best again a gorgeous woman with forbidden fruit
But she covers up and her sidekick Mohamed bears the cost
She must reveal more of her natural talent and not hide her loins’
Her mountain quivered in disgust of the lecherous media and
Pressed for fame she developed a different plot with a twist
‘Mohamed let’s be traditional and awaken the punters with apples
We could juggle and whenever we drop one we’ll take off some clothes
The last one with fancy knickers gets to skin the snake as a prize'
High into sensational air they went but could not catch the globes
It was not divine as such but they created the first nudist camp
Once all garments were ripped off the good Lord smiled as they pleased
History must not be falsified and the legend carried on for millennia
Evangelists spread the message and facebook has millions of hits
Finally the audience got a full un-redacted view of naked scripture
Fatima was a transgender man and the serpent had a pearl for an oyster
01st Agust 2019
(Dedication: For Nette Onclaud
Note: A verse collage of some of your poem titles. Enjoy!)
Forgive my wild curiosity,
A stroll I take through wonderland
A tryst with inner fantasy,
Courtesy of a wordsmith friend:
Decipher a motif Puzzle,
Wayfarer breezing My Rice Field;
In sun and rainbow that drizzles,
Where gossamer veils now reveal.
Delight The Arms In Rhapsody,
Nourish The Heart's Pleasure with ease;
Seeking the distant melody,
In-sync with kind flamboyant peace.
Hear Whispers Of Light in Seven Days,
Meet Emma, float in Amber Shade,
Embrace PoetrySoup in verse play,
Align my sojourn ere time fades.
Enlightenment springs Sweet Release,
As the Essence Of Your Love tints;
Alas! My weary soul seeks peace
In hymn, in dance, in zest, in hints:
Visions In Fatima pray tell,
This Naive Gentleman wayfarer:
How to utter choice that stays well
Sure Enchantment Of A Tower!
There's Floral Tapestry right here
Voice In Hiding, and Unbecoming;
Canvas In A Blaze sans new fears
Lovely, spontaneous revealing.
Do I dare say friend Nette my dear:
In My Own Element, words whiz
Quizzical and musical cheer
Sensations -- Swirling With The Breeze!
Sense sparkling Diamonds In Your Eyes,
Sun Dancing -- A Child's Christmas chime;
Is This Mere Fantasy my sighs,
Or even reason beyond rhymes?
Yes I am a fan of poesy
That's fickle as a trickle now;
But still I court sure misery
Just to treasure such quaint endows!
At the edge of strange wonderland,
Perchance I stroll and greet new friends:
Greet a calming community
Where I can be most simply me!
Leon Enriquez
23 Feb 2014
Singapore
Fatema beloved special daughter of the Holy prophet
In an age and place which treated daughters so brutally
our prophet stood up to welcome Fatima
whenever she entered
and kissed her honourably, fondly.
Known as the Lady of light , Fatema our lady of light
Oh my luminous luminary with a halo so bright
Our guiding star lady however dark may be the night
You embody the symbology of sacred femininity in reality
A role model for the feminine, noble Queen of luminosity
Much have we learnt from your auspicious short 18 years of life
You were the greatest lady mother and wife
You showed the world what is sacred about the feminine
And how every woman is and can be a sacred pure feminine
The quest for her holiness is a grand ritual of life
She taught women how to respect their bodies
And make others respect them too
For chastity is vital to physical health
And helps to prevent the various dangerous STDs
She was Fatimah the most pure and the chaste
Without her values womanhood would be spent, laid waste
She is our empress who impressed us without material crowns
She was an angel without wings and bid every woman dress
In flowing regal gowns
And Fatema's name and fame has spread to the farthest towns
Her own piety and chastity an epitome example brilliantly forever shines
She's our lamp post, her luminosity more than diamonds from mines
Oh in Fatemah the whole womanhood ought to take pride
Stand up and salute her to eternity
The best woman the best daughter, sister the best women's guide
She's the best role model celebrity.