Long Ghazal Poems
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Cultural and Social Terms
Idol: In Persian poetry, often refers to the beloved, particularly one who is non-Muslim. The term carries complex connotations of forbidden desire and spiritual challenge.
Veil: Refers both to the physical head covering and the metaphysical veil between the material and spiritual worlds in Sufi thought.
Fate's Wheel: The wheel of fortune or destiny (charkh-e falak), a common motif in Persian literature representing the unpredictable nature of fate.
Character Names
Giti: A Persian name meaning "world" or "universe," suggesting the beloved encompasses all existence for the lover.
Saeed: An Arabic name meaning "happy" or "blessed," ironic given the character's suffering in love.
Poetic Devices and Concepts
Ghazal tradition: Though this is a masnavi, it draws heavily from the ghazal (lyric poem) tradition of Persian literature, with its emphasis on unrequited love and spiritual longing.
Tavern: In Sufi poetry, the tavern represents the place of spiritual gathering and divine intoxication, not literal alcohol consumption.
Cup and Wine: The cup represents the heart or soul, while wine represents divine love or spiritual knowledge.
Dawn: Often symbolizes spiritual awakening, hope, or the appearance of the beloved.
Mystical Concepts
Fana: The Sufi concept of self-annihilation or dissolution of the ego in divine love, reflected in the lovers' ultimate union where individual identity dissolves.
Ishq: Divine or passionate love that transcends ordinary human affection, central to Sufi thought and Persian poetry.
Longing (Hijr): The pain of separation from the beloved, considered a necessary stage in spiritual development.
Historical Context
Persian Literary Tradition: This work draws from the rich tradition of Persian mystical poetry, including works by Rumi, Hafez, Saadi, and others who used love poetry as a vehicle for spiritual expression.
Courtly Love: The formal, ritualized expression of love that characterized medieval Persian court culture, with its emphasis on patience, suffering, and devotion.
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Note: Many terms in Persian mystical poetry carry multiple layers of meaning - literal, romantic, and spiritual - simultaneously. This ambiguity is intentional and central to the tradition's power and enduring appeal.
Remembering the Past
Tito is Tagalog of Uncle
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on the 90’s
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Tito Willie Totanes strongly supports me
He drives me around the bay area
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Tito David is Also a base in Anima Christi choir at St. Andrew, Daly City CA
Both of them are supporting me
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Directed by the late Mr. Jesse Pangilinan
Who passed away
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Supported with Mr. Prospero Luna
A Retired Comedian and actor in the Philippines
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Knew by my late father
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Mayor of San Pascual, Batangas City, Philippines
Returning to FAME
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I would sing all throughout the Bay area
Had shows
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Sang at some Filipino gathering in SF, CA
Concert on October 11, 1998: Outrage on Stage Launching my only Song-Through the Eyes of a Child
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Would Sing in Karaoke beer house
At restaurants and parties in the bay area
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Sang in Westlake Shopping Center in Daly City, CA
Also sang in Serramonte Mall in Daly City, CA
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Tragic Car Accident happened
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The late Director Jesse Pangilinan passed away
FAME disbanded
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As of now a client of Heart Soul’s True Hope
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God took my singing career and He changed it to Poetry
He changed it to a harder one because I have to learn poetry but I’m having fun
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I know you, I know your thought,
I won't be intimidated by their sunny
Red blazing eyes that hurts minds.
My ink might not be better now but
I won't give up in the quest to know more,
I will still swallow my pride and work.
The essences of living is not seen in not failing
But failing and rising make up life journey.
Life has knocked me hardin many attempts
Yet, I will triumph bravely over those critics.
Tell hardship that I can't let go of my dreams,
Tell poverty that he has lost the game of the
throne, wink at frustration and mutter to him
that he should keep off from my burning zone.
I may share the bleeding part of the nosy economy,
Tears may flow here and there like a rain drop,
Leaving me helpless and hopeless; dumbfolded,
I must never give up base on what you say to me.
Tell them in the house that we, the penlords,
Will survive the melt down of the sun on us.
Strongly, we will prowl in the darkness alone.
The sweat on our brows had been brave always,
We've seen many times when the sun changes!
We've seen the moon as a chameleon here;
Yes, we've seen many transition in life and life
Itself have seen us with a bleeding souls and legs.
We will cross the bridge of a disgraced shame,
From the faculty of insanity to home of sanity.
We can't leave words alone, we can't leave Nigeria
On fire and run to a sagging strange land, no!
Look at our eyes and find out that there is
A tinny boundary that connect home and abroad,
Love knows no bounds but suffering has bound
That cluster in many ways in the polluted air.
Look at the forest of men astraying,
Panting in an endless depressions that bark.
I refuse to be among the rejected in the street,
I refuse to be frustrated before the new rain,
If their head is censored in the field, many will fall.
I refuse to be stranded in the hands of the so critics,
None those Animaticians on the their white chairs.
Today has seen our stripped heartbeat broken,
Tomorrow shall we overthrow fear in a combat.
This is from my hand; hand of a pen refusing
Frustration from the clouded prison wall of poverty.
I can't be devastated, we can't be demoralised in
Our own land where enough milk are gathered.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
When tongue is silent, but muse is chanting - that's poetry.
When we write what the heart has been asking - that's poetry.
As dawn's hues glisten golden rays, in blue, bronze, orange skies,
musings mirror daydreams, so enchanting - that's poetry.
Butterflies smooch cosmos, as bees sip on dahlias nectar.
Scents of deep red roses start enhancing - that's poetry.
Clement air pleasantly overwhelms with pleasures of love,
muse becomes a bard lost in romancing - that's poetry.
Mentality turns dark when clouds spread densely like ash smoke.
Scarlet ink screams tears to stop storms advancing - that's poetry.
In shades of loneliness, thoughts reach out to our loyal moon,
beneath her moonlight we sojourn, standing - that's poetry.
A heart is healed by spoken words composed with compassion.
Poets smile when they see sad lips laughing - that's poetry.
As sands of sorrow pause, soul glows like a million fireflies.
Nature's metaphors leave our pens dancing - that's poetry.
Stale ink dehydrates and thoughts become segments of cement,
mind is a machine, where words keep jamming - that's poetry.
Daylight or night, bed, bath or driving, lyricists inspired
by sunshine, snow or when rain is lashing - that's poetry.
Word weavers scribbling sonnets, free verse and poetic prose,
forming imagery instead of ranting - that's poetry
Silent One, writes to honour Rumi, Shakespeare and Wordsworth,
In hope my words will be everlasting - that's poetry.
The Silent One
29 August 2020
An example for the Ghazal contest.
This Ghazal has a two worded refrain. Slightly different in format to previous ghazal, I posted, called 'Only the moon understands.'
This one has 14 syllables each line.
There are different definitions for a Ghazal, and different interpretations of the from.
Ghazal poetry is poetry of longing. Traditionally, the ghazal tended to focus on unattainable love, often illicit, or sometimes on metaphysical questions. But, today, the ghazal has broadened to touch many types of longing and loss.
The ghazal is a form poem that uses the art of rhyme and repetition. As it is originally a Persian form and the Indian subcontinent, the refrain and rhyme can be lost when translated to English, as is the meter.
I'm proud to be a Persian, there's no doubt
Though some may look at me with veiled disdain
To honored heritage I give a shout
And here I bare my love in words so plain
When Cyrus captured Babylon's strong hold
The greatest in the world he then became
"Anointed One", in scriptures, name so bold
Religious freedom reigned, he banished shame
And through the years this country has survived
Though some have sought to crush it to the ground
Its music, lore and culture only thrived
The wonders of my country still astound
Rich flavors mix in scrumptious Persian food
The saffron colors brightly long grained rice
Delicacies await past interlude
Desserts so decadent beg one more slice!
My heart just thrills when Farsi greets my ear
A language soft, melodious and sweet
When set to music, all the world must hear
Indulgent rhyming words, a lover's treat
You claim to love Hafez and dear Rumi
“A Thousand and one Nights”: a splendid tale!
Well then, my dearest friend, listen to me
From these great writers from this country hail
Armenian Persian is my ancestry
My childhood in Iran, a glorious time!
Leave prejudices out of poetry
My Persian pride will live on in this rhyme!
Eileen Manassian
Cyrus the Great is mentioned in the Bible:
Isaiah 45:1-13
"This says the Lord to his anointed, to Cyrus, whom I have seized by the right, to subdue nations before him." He was known to be benevolent and to give those he conquered the right to worship as they wished. Also, the Jews were given the opportunity to rebuild the temple during the reign of another Persian king, Artaxerxes.
I thought I would just give a footnote so that the reader will understand the references in the poem. We all have to be proud of our heritage. I haven't been back to my country since I was 11 due to various reasons, but...the memories I have will always warm my heart.
Poetic forms like the Rubaiyat and Ghazal are Persian forms, along with the Mathnawi. Persia is famous for its carpets, cats, and caviar...the three C's...along with so much more. Of course, my daughter's name, SHEREEN is Farsi and it means...SWEET. :)
Before thee, flowers hold no grace,
Where ruby shines not as the lips' own face.
Though flawed, yet thoughts of union dwell,
I seek a lover, whose beauty casts its spell.
From patient heart, my steadfast will thou took’st,
And suddenly alone, my soul thou forsook’st.
Within love’s desert I wander lost, my dear,
And from thy thorny grief my feet are seared.
In longing for thy visage, tears do stream,
Like flowing waters near that precious gleam.
Each soul that longs for union, like a flame,
Burns every part of themselves in thy name.
O hope of lovers in the tavern’s hall!
From thy fair visage lift the veil, and call.
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Explanatory Footnotes:
flowers hold no grace – Flowers seem insignificant or lack beauty compared to the beloved
ruby / lips' own face – Refers to the red, radiant color of the beloved’s lips
Though flawed – Indicates the speaker is guilty, imperfect, or “tardaman” (metaphorically sinful)
thoughts of union dwell – The persistent longing and fantasies of being united with the beloved
I seek a lover, whose beauty casts its spell – The speaker desires a beloved whose beauty is enchanting from head to foot
patient heart / steadfast will – The lover’s enduring patience and resilience
forsook’st – Suddenly abandoning or leaving the lover alone
love’s desert – A metaphorical “wilderness” of love; a difficult, endless emotional landscape
thorny grief / feet are seared – The pain and hardships of love that wound the lover, like walking on thorns
tears do stream / flowing waters near that precious gleam – The lover is in deep sorrow and longing, comparing tears to a flowing river; “precious gleam” = the beloved’s presence or face
burns every part of themselves in thy name – The lover sacrifices or consumes themselves in devotion to the beloved, like a burning candle
tavern’s hall / lift the veil – The tavern symbolizes a place of love or meeting; “lifting the veil” refers to revealing oneself or making the beloved visible
visage – The beloved’s face or countenance
The rose, beholding thy bright face, entranced hath grown,
All eye and cheek and ear in worship lost and shown.
Thou stole my heart, O heedless one—I still recall,
Though thou hast forgotten me, I stand and heed love’s call.
’Tis dawn, bring forth that wine jar, bearer, on whose face
Thy beauty's form in painted art hath found its place.
No vigor stirs the potter's wheel or shaping hand,
This matchless craft, struck by thy beauty, cannot stand.
I turn toward thee as I pray, my stature meets
That moon-beauty's form, robed in silk from head to feet.
Come forth, sweet idol, from behind that mystic veil!
Thy cypress form—in whose embrace doth love prevail?
O heart, be patient as the soul, and drink with grace
The poison from those honeyed lips that love’s embrace.
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Explanatory Footnotes:
1. Ghazal - A classical Persian poetic form, often focused on love, longing, and mystical themes; each couplet can stand alone yet contributes to overall spiritual progression.
2. Rose - Symbolizes beauty, love, and often the beloved in Persian poetry.
3. Moon-beauty - A metaphor for the beloved’s radiant and perfect appearance.
4. Cypress form - Cypress trees symbolize grace, elegance, and tall, slender beauty; a traditional metaphor for the beloved’s form.
5. Wine jar / Wine - Symbolizes divine love, spiritual intoxication, or earthly passion in Persian mystical poetry.
6. Honeyed lips / Poison - Contrasting images where sweetness brings delight and poison represents the pain or transformative power of love.
7. Mystic veil - Represents the barrier between the lover and the divine or the hidden nature of the beloved; common in Sufi imagery.
8. Potter's wheel / Shaping hand - Figurative expressions highlighting the transformative effect of the beloved’s beauty on art, creativity, or human effort.
9. Entranced / worship lost and shown - Depicts total surrender to the beloved’s beauty, a common motif in classical Persian love poetry.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t a good decent boyfriend
But I can’t change the past
I wish that I didn’t let you go
I deserved it
I deserved to be cheated on
I wasn’t good enough for you
It was so hard for me to move on
I was kind of happy that you were mine.
I’m sorry
I wish that I didn’t let you go
I wish that you didn’t cheat on me and say you don’t love me anymore when we were together but instead you were in love with someone else.
I can’t be mad and sympathetic depress at the past
I can’t change it
Being mad at you isn’t worth it
My faults is what I have to accept
I wish that I could’ve satisfied you more
But my regrets to that is gone it can’t be fix
I can’t breath
My ice box collapse and breaks down my useless heart.
My heart is frozen like Romeo drinking poison
It’s so cold like Juliet stabbing herself
The sorrow of my lost love to my ex is a none existence to me.
When I lost her to another guy I knew I messed up
I knew I wouldn’t find love again.
It’ s been three years since I have not find love
I don’t want sexual intimacy
I don’t want to be about making love
I don’t want nothing about sexual intimacy.
I don’t want hard times or tragic love romance.
That’s not important all I want is a commitment romantic love.
I want to be hold in some body’s warm arms
No none existence love
No cold ice box
No Suffocation
No hostility
Just Calm Love
Respect
Trust
Loyalty
Faithfulness
Love
Joy
Peace
Showing deep feelings of emotions
Sensitivity
Happiness
And honesty
No growing love pains that aches my broken flesh inside my heart I want my heart to be pounding fulfilled with love and cherish.
I’m sorry that I will never be that flawless to you
But I always loved you
I always tried to get you back in my broken wing.
You were my everything since my previous relationship
I just got to get you out of my system
Out of my mind
Out of my memory
Out of my image eyes
And lastly I need to let you go I’m sorry.
It was only you and I finally special agent Alan king reel to reel holding nothing back we loved on tap seemingly we followed our own love rules cooking pasta peppers sausages we helped with home work long bubble baths we met secretly between the innermost sound of a pin drop finding each other never ever losing ground never folding over coming challenges mastering love life on a wire without touch we resisted waiting for a time to devour true passion for a short while lasting a lifetime do you believe our love was envied an yet here we are with everlasting love bursting through all circumstances did you ever imagine one day our love would able to be with expressed without fear of disappointing non believers that are love would stay the test of time that nothing could ever come between us that god himself chose us to share this divine treasure you and I left only with the simple pleasures of life with the promise of the kingdom of heaven simply because you loved me enough to save my life you and I are indeed inseparable it’s our story it’s our time it’s our love the best of you shined through my eyes the awesome part of me illuminates through your smile that smile was broken for many years from envy plotting to destroy that smile that twinkle in your eye whenever I walked into a room I was forced to hide my smile as if it was taboo to simply love you amazing love ma said the world wasn’t ready yet for that kind of love way back then it nearly took fifty years for our love to recognised appreciated I can only say that god allowed me to see our love in a horrible time my death was sure and certain but you intercepted it you saved my life god recognise you as saving my life so shall I giving me a new perspective on life and love the simple pleasures of life compassion kindness you could have let me die 30 seconds to live just cover your eye baby I trusted you with my life and covered my eye god did the rest connecting us forever no matter what
There is a forgotten me in me
The sound of rain in the gutter
The satisfied passion that is obvious in me
It is the desire of life and the thought of death
A drunken song that was in the thought of dying
Staring at the threshold of the door behind which there was no house
The moments of life that were painful
A house of hope that stared at the darkness
The beautiful and velvet shirt I was wearing
I was wearing a party dress of death
You are the idol that I made with my frozen fingers in winter
You are the same note that I played with my body in the crowd of the street
The wide mouth of the field swallows me
The fallen figure at the bottom of the cup of hemlock laughs at me
My day begins without dawn
My night slips into a sad sunset
You are the purest irony of poetry
Oh, you are the reddest verse of Ghazal
You are the hottest memory of the anemone flower
You are the most melodious poem in all horizons
Again, me and the bitter hatred in the corner of the room
Me again and hugging the knees in the corner of the room
Head between my hands and staring at the vault
Idle thoughts in my head, like falling into a swamp
Again, me and loneliness and... getting lost in the dark
Constant hallucinations like being confused and seeing yourself in my head
Again, me and... the night and... my confused thoughts
Again, me and.... the screams of death in my head
It's me again and pain and pain... like the filling of a petal
Talking about hoping... like a flower blooming in hail
What should I do with this heart of my beard?
What should I do with these pains in my head?
What should I do with these bloody coughs?
What should I do with this fire that you have thrown on my Farm?
What should I do with this festering wound on my head?
What should I do with this headache?
If there is a solution for these or not, it is not a problem
tell me without you... tell me tell me... what should I do??