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The Greek philosopher Ptolemy described Yemen as “happy Arabia”.
Understanding her beauty during ancient days.
Some have changed this to “Fortunate Arabia”.
Both names enlighten her in positive ways.
One of the oldest centers of civilization in the near East
Yemen is rich in culture, a historical significant, a well-known beast.
Yemenis developed the south Arabian alphabet by century number eight.
She is a conglomerate of modern and ancient, both worlds so great.
Home of powerful city-states and empires, Yemenis also control
Production of highly sought out frankincense and myrrh in her whole.
She had exclusive access to spices from South Asia in her earliest days.
Also was the distributor of plumes and ivory, an East African craze.
Yemen was a middle man, who knew what she was doing loud and soft.
The prophet Muhammad sent his son-in-law to Yemen to build two mosques.
This may have been the beginning of Islamic architecture, one thing for sure.
She is a gorgeous, rich country with a culture and history that is amazingly pure.
Initial days after marriage
They were the worst days of my life
Everyone shouted and criticised me.
Daily I would cry
I felt I didn't deserve to live.
I was sad, depressed, contemplated suicide
Everyday I would resolve to be courageous
Prepare myself to answer their onslaught
But I was meek,
Scared even to defend myself!
I lived a life of constant fear
This went on for ten full years
One day I felt I am ruining my body in negativity, depression and tears
I am not doing my duty toward my body.
I should be healthy for my son
He is still young
He needs me
That day when they criticized, I answered back in anger
Just because I am a daughter-in-law you can't say anything you feel
What you are saying is wrong
When in full anger I shouted, everyone was stunned. All kept quiet
That act of courage changed my life
From that day they stopped their accusations
They were scared of me
I got back my lost happiness!
So be bold and courageous is my advice to all
When you are bold, sudden strength sprouts from within
Your full power is unleashed
Courage comes from rage
Remember an angry person is powerful than others
If you suffer timidly you will be subjugated daily
But if you act boldly, you will be feared and treated nicely
Many a life is lost in misery, all for lack of courage
Don't loose your happiness in fear, live life courageously here.
N/A in courage contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest judged on : 9/10/2020 9:09:00 AM
Date: 9/9/2020
This is death; we are all dead. Deceased. Living half-lives or worse.
We ae zombies, sitting at screens, we have forgotten to love each other.
Here is the grim reaper now, to take us to life.
No thanks, we say, thinking death is real.
Our soul knows better, but we have not heard her for years.
This is death; being alive means supposedly “dying”.
Oh, they have passed, someone says, as if dying is a bad thing.
Dying is life, dying is living.
Dying is being ALIVE. DYING is returning HOME.
My relatives are empaths, psychics, and soothsayers.
We know about death.
This earth “life” is death.
Releasing the soul only at night. Being confined to this tight body.
Death is the end, some say.
Not realizing it is the beginning.
Death is sad, some want to think. Sobbing for attention.
I know better. We are empaths and psychics.
We see each other more clearly after a supposed “death”.
Others death is my "life".
My father appears whenever he wants to – so much for “death”.
My mother calls us on her disconnected landline
and some say she is deceased!
My mother-in-law slams the kitchen cupboards – death? Not really.
My father-in-law smokes, until I beg him to stop because I am an asthmatic.
Earth’s life is death. I am an asthmatic here. In heaven, I am not.
My Dearest Little Sister, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in
the Spirit. Happy Valentines Day Flowers, Candlelight Dinner
would have said chocolate ! but I think YOU said to me
YOU don't eat chocolate maybe a Family portrait
Kisses from big brother Hugs from a big brother
You will ALWAYS be my Sweet Little Valentine
MAY GOD'S LOVE BLESS YOU this Valentines Day
Blessings all that You LO VE, hold dear and Cherish
As Sun Rose this Morning I felt the warmth of your hand
Look past the rising Sun I see a Sister's Loving Smile
I feel little sister's embrace as I also embrace Mandy
Tear of Love fall from my eyes A desire to cross the big Pond
A VALENTINES DAY Handshake To my Brother in Law
The man that lavishes Love upon My Sister, Mandy Tams
To ALL of You My BELOVED FAMILY Here on POETRYSOUP
May LOVE surround each and Every ONE. HAPPY VALENTINES DAy
"He who prepares for death lives wisely" Quote by author
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It was a very joyous morning for me
Finally my mother-in-law seemed pleased with me
She was not well so I told her "Wake me up if you need anything"
She said "I will sleep well at night I will not need anything"
She gave me a divine smile standing at bedroom door
Morning when I opened it, she was lying dead on the floor
Once again harsh truth of life in front of me lay
Enjoy every moment of life, limited is our stay
She was a wonderful cook, should have learnt all from her
Realised one shouldn't wait, anytime tragedy can occur
I did my duty, was good even when she was bad
Now my conscience is clear, for my goodness I am glad
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Note: A true incident.
16th February 2021
NA in contest It Was a Good Morning Until.. judged on 20th February 2021
Now submitted to Constance La France Contest NA Poem From a February 2021 Judged contest
Usually prefer pussycats to dogs
Though we have a Golden named Annie
Guess it might be a real tossup though
Annie's pretty special and uncanny
This gal can smell barbecued chicken
From at least a couple of rooms away
Comes bounding into the kitchen
Ready for whatever comes her way
How can I resist this gorgeous animal
Got me tied around her paw
Zoe the cat is a real sweetheart too
I'm torn between these two pets-in-law
Guess I'll just spread my love between both
Annie can show fits of jealousy
Chasing Zoe and threatening her life
But really they get along quite famously
© Jack Ellison 2014
Line of inquiry of Unseeking Seeker:
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
There
was a
funeral
for a woman
not very-well liked.
In fact, one of her sons
kept working and did not fly
the many miles away for it.
Most in attendance sat way in back.
Her spouse and adopted daughter praised her.
Nobody else stood up to give kind words.
Though her daughter-in-law, I hung back,
unable to think what to say,
but there was some good in her.
Had her soul lingered there
hearing so few words?
I could have said
something; I
wish I
had.
Every Sunday after church
Old great-aunt Dora
Full bloodied Cherokee,
In her finest dress and fedora,
Drove her pink Cadillac
To the San Joaquin River.
She would stop in the same place
And sat on an old stump,
Under a camphor tree,
By the riverbank,
And would cast her fishing pool,
Drinking her moonshine liquor.
Old widow lady of ninety-two;
My dear mother-in-law
Lives by herself
With nothing else to do.
She sits in her chair
Next to the window
And stare out for hours
With dreams of her past.
She carries a small chrome plated,
Stud nose 22, pistol
With white pearl grips
In her purse.
Don't get in her way,
At the grocery store,
She will ram her cart
Into yours and say,
"Sorry I didn't see you."
Then there’s my sister.
“She’s crazy as a Loon;
Howls at the moon,”
My husband would say.
Her long-distance relationships
All in her mind.
Her husband
Doesn’t seem to mind,
But watches over her shoulder
When she cooks,
To make sure
Everything she uses
Is clean before he eats.
Their two daughters
Walked the same path.
Live in a world
Of hallucinations
And delusions,
In denial
Of their illness
Of schizophrenia.
11/19/2020
Six Relatives Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
How Can You Not Be Yet Among Us?
(In Memoriam for my Father-In-Law)
How can you not be yet among us?
You were constant as the Sun,
Inevitable as the Moon.
Solidity defined you,
- or you, it.
Everyone knows nothing is forever.
Everyone knows everything ends.
- But knowing is different from believing,
But believing leads us by the nose.
You advised and accepted,
Judged but never condemned
Gave willing hand to whomever asked,
Led others to lead themselves.
How could you not be yet among us?
You were the mirror
In which we saw our true selves.
You the standard
Against which we measured them.
How do we live without our mirror?
How can you not be yet among us?
But the Sun keeps on rising and setting,
And the Moon illumines the night,
And So:
You are still here among us,
Just somewhere inside -
We must look within,
To see the mirror now hidden
And strive to polish ourselves in its reflections,
To shine
Constant as the Sun.
Inevitable as the Moon.
40 years passed
Judges came and went
Unrelenting dates continued
Agents filled their pockets
Justice changed its meaning
Shamelessness became order
Helplessness turned into rule
I shrunk to old and infirm
Bankrupt in commitment,
Ignorant in law
Devoid of perceptivity
Shorn of dignity
Dumb sitting at the dais
Working as a judge
Reflecting triviality and indifference
Deciding the course of my life.
Me, the poor creature
A human till yesterday
Reduced to bones and flesh
With heart broken, tears dried
Sitting amidst gossips and laughs
Of brokers and middlemen
Waiting for my turn
In a room empty of values
Diminished to a number
Surrounded by greedy eyes
In a place no less than a den
Of heartless brutes and bullies
Emitting suspense and uncertainty
Killing the intellect and wisdom
Of a scared and tired soul
Drowning him into an endless drama