Long Mannan Poems
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She stood proud and tall
Arms spread wide.......
Her mysterious face serene
Knowledge of past and future in her eyes
Recalling the torrents of the yesteryears
As tiny drops of rain dripped
Into the parched earth below
Unknown to men the rain Goddess smiled
Her drops fell and vanished into the mud
Seeing the future her brows wrinkled
The torrent fell amid thunder
The meadow and the riverside
Were the witness of the fury
Of the gentle rain Goddess.....!
Her white steed whined and neighed
As thunder God appeared......
Oh so handsome was he
As he accompanied the rain
The God and Goddess held hands
As the sleeping village submerged
The future was fearsome
Unknown to man who slumbered
By-Tahera Mannan
Contest- Rain,The Story
Sponsored by- Constance La france ~A Rambling Poet~
Books were interesting
Books were short
Books were fun to read along
But now words have become hard to read
So confusing like beads and seeds
No monitor light
To make them stand out bright
No friends to say hello
While reading a page from Longfellow
If got stuck on a word unknown
No automatic dictionary to let it be known
No multiple windows to pass thru
When mind wavers and need other brew
Books once lead me to other lands
Now with internet I have many hands
I am bored with books, I really am
For they aren’t ships that sail the seas
Only dust collectors made of trees
By-Tahera Mannan
For Linda's 'i am Bored-----------' contest
I saw him as a vision
Proudly standing by the tree
Nostrils flared
Head held high
His luminous eyes
Like deep oceans
Glistened with excitement
Beckoning me to him
Each leg apart
He stood with pride
His mane flowing
Like ripe corn in the wind
I touched him gently
He moved towards me
The smell of him
Upliftin my spirits
I mounted him
My thighs caressing
The velvety flesh
My hands holding his silken mane
We galloped together
Swift as the wind
My steed and me
In perfect harmony.
By-Tahera Mannan
The theme selected- Horses
For the contest 'Horses or snowflakes or horses and snowflakes'
Sponsored by-Constance~A Rambling Poet~
Amid the mighty Arabian she was born and bred
A girl as delicate as the sweet smelling rose
For food she took the camel’s milk and choicest white bread
And a beauty mark she had at the base of her nose
A soft veil of satin covered her head
And amongst all the knights that at her command rose
She choose a mysterious stranger in her desert town
Long of limbs and tanned chocolate brown
Her love she conveyed with kohl black eyes
Her deep flowing desire by the tinniest of touch so warm
She did not pay heed to any well meaning advice
For in her life was raging a new storm
Their hearts were joined with divinely ties
It had no human body or a concrete form
She had never touched or kissed those lips
Nor felt his heart with those soft white fingertips
With him she left the desert on the night of no moon
True in her faith, love soaring ever so high
His merest touch and warm breath made her swoon
When he placed her amid his powerful thigh
And on they rode over every treacherous dune
When tired on the beautiful oasis sand did lie
A love that began through the language of the eyes
Became the legend for which many a lover dies
By- Tahera Mannan
Ah the sundress that I once owned
Bright yellow with pink roses adorned
It brought such pleasure to my heart
When I wore it and it set me apart
A very special memory it holds
Among its bright yellow folds
Its neck designed with tiny rose blooms
And a dash of an alluring perfume
I set out for a summer ball
With a dainty lace shawl
And there this dress played its lure
For I attracted my man for sure
Since then the dress has this magic pure
Used for every situation unsure
Kept among tissue and a lot of love
For my gals when they’ll be party doves
By Tahera Mannan
For Constance La France’s ‘Sundress’ contest.
River’s Journey
She flowed from up there
Rising up and falling down~~~
Over stones and rocks
Excitement carrying her along….
Down and down she came
Carrying water in her bosom
Quenching the thirst
Of all coming her way
Little seeds flourished
Little plants grew
Little animals survived
Little fish swam along
Life was renewed~
All over the plain
Birds came from far and wide
To partake in its bounty
And I waited!!!!!!!!
My whole water body
Tensed in expectation
Awaiting her arrival
And there she was
Gorgeous as the sky above
Rushing towards me
Excitement in the air
I opened my bosom
In she came……
Deep, deep went she
Becoming one with me
And there she rests
After a long journey
Closing her eyes
To a life ,of peace.
Tahera Mannan
03/06/2011
For Constance’s ‘Write me a rippling stream’ contest
“Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."
A tiny bird trapped and longing to be free
To fly amongst those vibrant clouds
To finally shun away from dark deep doubts...
Of not being there, of being so far away
In those last days that she would silently pray~~
To see my face and feel my arms
And hold me tenderly and smile at my charm"""
And tell me stories of young and old
Though I have heard it a million times, as she has told
But alas I was aiming too high
Had no time to love or sigh
Until the day the fateful call came
And in a flash from two, one I became..........
21/08/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For Constance “A Fragment of Life” contest
I caught myself this blue balloon
Flying adrift and among trees
Laughing I untied it from its string
And ran in happiness at top speed
The balloon unknowingly deflated
And hung limp from my fingers
Sadly I touched its shiny surface
Feeling a lump in its heart
As my fingers explored its very life
A tiny paper note it unveiled
And on it were the words of a little child
Asking her daddy to come back
As I sat on my bed at night
And looked out to the starry sky
My eyes closed and a prayer went up
For daddy to come to his waiting child
For daddy to come to his waiting child
20/07/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For Francine’s ‘Happiness is a balloon’ contest
The mighty elusive tiger
To meet him I went to the National Reserve
I would even be happy with a liger
To get near it needed nerve
To meet him I went to the National Reserve
It was a trip of a lifetime
To get near it needed nerve
Then I met the male in his prime
It was a trip of a life time
His eyes did golden shine
Then I met the male in his prime
It was a dream come true of mine
His eyes did golden shine
His stride matched his pride
It was a dream come true of mine
On the jungle floor he seemed to glide
His stride matched his pride
I would even be happy with a liger
On the forest floor he seemed to glide
The mighty elusive tiger
By-Tahera Mannan
As she silently walked along the path
Afraid to go home and face his wrath
I hung on those dark lashes
Afraid to fall, lest my soul flashes
And viewed this lovely world
Thru her eyes where I curled
The pain in her heart grew stronger
She seemed to have lost her anchor
I slid across her satiny cheeks
Gloriously gliding, with occasional squeaks
Unmindful of the sorrow in her heart
I was now glad for the head start
As I fell onto the earth
And got all mixed up in the dirt
Then the realisation came of my error
Of not staying with the girl forever
by-Tahera Mannan
For HGarvey Daniel Esquire contest, 'Personify A tear"