Long Fatima Poems

As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I...

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Tim’s father had been a refugee once he put down his fight and his gun

The story is that he embarked on the very last ship leaving East Prussia

Under siege tanks and bombs from above fireworks...

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Poet Convention

Lost in a poets convention, 
I can't recall every poem, I've read through the years
50518, unique comments I 'validate'--- 
Thank You For Sharing Your Happy and Sad tears 
Since March 24, 2010 In the...

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“The songs are casual and careless in a satisfying way, like the used condom your latest lover left lying on your bedroom floor, a souvenir you’re not yet ready to dispose of.” Candy Cotton, Modern...

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The mistake I had never expected,
I did it without getting into awareness
Of how it would react.
Lacking that girl in me is like lacking
Of soul in my lonely body
Honestly speaking, she is my helm,
Stark, she is...

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bees make honey-old news
and Musa,
yes Musa, the rugged, 
self acclaimed village bachelor harvests honey
his farm has a drone of hives,
bees seem to like him
and for some reason, the village women as well

this day, under a...

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Do you know of the icon of "The Black Madonna"?
   She is the Patron of Poland to this day.
   It is not the icon I write about
   But, the...

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Here comes my father;
“Sheikh Al-Arab.”
My mother made him, also, tea with milk and “gargoosh.”
Now, time to fill “al-azyar” (water clay-containers);
They are under the two huge trees in front of our house.
Their waters are “sabeel,” for...

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The gentle buzzing sound echoed memories of a fading childhood

When she and her cousin had whispered secrets at the mosque

About undying love and first kisses before being stung by a bee

‘Honey, don’t worry they make...

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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...

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Dear Fatima,

Here are a few words I am afraid to say.

Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them…and they flew. - Guillaume...

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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...

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"3 Days Before the Fall"

When the 3 days 
of darkness came,
we were ill prepared, still 

the sky was blue 
not a cloud
in sight

the sun 
lit the day
well into the dark night

the fire spread 

in mens’...

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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...

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Bent on reprisal sword in hand
Gonzalo and friends paddle ahead
To Alcácer Do Sal where Christians
By Moors are held
Concealed by dusk 
Disembarking their boat
Toward the city bravely walk
Hiding from view they observe
Moorish girls and men sport...

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"Transfiguration"



Radiant crystalline
a lighter body 
you romanced the 
divine in my mind

you touched my 
you touched my
you touched my 

soul

Diamond snakeskin 
shed, peeled back 
your luminescence shining pure
through my many fractured cracks 

all your lines bleeding...

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(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...

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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...

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I want you to celebrate my death
Even if I was to die tomorrow
Shed no tears, curse no gods
But do say a prayer for me

I want you to celebrate my passing
For that’s what life is
A long...

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As worshippers in Australia lift holy hands to Heaven
I recall promises to pray for the ill, the aged, the convalescent

Praise-worthy voices dance exquisitely, inside a church called Hillsong
You and I must intercede for friends, foes,for...

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The man screams :
                               ...

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Everything goes on, nothing remain,
Nostalgia's pain the upheaval rumbling 
Since the start of spring till end of autumn 
 
I was dragging nostalgia in my bags: 
From one exile to another;
From house to hospital,
From homeland...

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Fake news and beliefs in hegemonic certitude at its roots

An epidemic of political correctness spread through the world

Though shalt not speak my name in vain for I know no sin but

Hedonism and narcissistic conquest spread...

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Persephone’s Finger
By Sy Roth


It wormed its way to the surface.
Pointy finger tested the air, 
Wriggled in a sensuous Fatima dance 
Etch-a-Sketching the crepuscular sky above,
Shaming the heavens for what lies below,
Marking its inky darkness
While the...

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Ravings. Arrival of eggs of the oval shaped lands. Dominated by rivers if bright yellow and encased in mortar shells. Atomic wisdom sticks. Canes to punish the bushes. Yet the murmur from a cacti is...

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