Long Minaret Poems

I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me right away and say he didn’t hate the English. Truth...

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Visual surroundings-
Some of it are monotonous -
Tiring are Some of it sometimes-
Maybe traditional scenes
Unknowingly builds the pinnacle -
Of the dreamless minaret.

Or-
Talk about rubbish
That rains incessantly
Disturbs the Subconscious.


Rather in the darkness of decade
Or-
It can be seen...

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Their story haunts my memory, I'll tell it to you plain..
in the city of Sarajevo, a place war could never touch,
and hope it never will again.

Already thousands remain so silent under rock and clay, 
in...

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Can a man – all alone - foist a god upon his fellows
Even if it’s only himself
And they his subjects

G.. is Akbar!

Does the muezzin from the minaret of Qoutoub-Minar
look up or
down to the illiterate savant...

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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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Dedicated to Ed Sheeran


Inside the glass the dry leaf was manifested, as a skeleton is prominent with all the inside structure and artistry. 

I went to the voting center. I had nothing , completely nothing...

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another Bukowski nightmare begins
the castrato sings below
while she calls from the minaret
fossicking thru the memories 
for our linked verse
while i, sitting beneath the coolabah
river on the run 
waiting for some rabbit or Alice
oh incorrigible moon
have...

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When tears dry up and laughter is not funny any longer
As duvet feathers grind the weary soul to sunken skin
The parchments dehydrated canvas folds the poet’s path
A cliche strewn among the notion ‘it will make...

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" Beacon of Love, shine in the night of waning moon, whither thy lamp beams goest , the world will go, O light up the lamps of hope and love"
Eden Verse


Thou foster child of sea...

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by Michaelw1two

 Sunsets glow here in Al-Iraq,
 it casts an orange beige;
 fiery though its blister stare,
 the horizon is still a dusty greige;
 visual spectres shun its light,
 twilight’s shield released its guige;
 haunt...

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Blasphemy

Blatantly ephemeral or plain outright naughty and lustful
Praying for beauty in the eye of beholding passionate Gods
Angles and half dome shaped wishes curve balls and all
~ Those who write by the sword are judged by...

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Notre Dame...Notre Dame...
your eight hundred years of wisdom’s gone;
eight hundred years of beauty strong;
architectural sage, Notre Dame.

Notre Dame your life has seen
so many broken centuries and
oh, the stories your stones could tell,
told by the ringing...

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Benafim and Thereabout. (Algarve. Portugal)

The road I walk on is flanked by old stone walls, in fact, the scenery
is crossed by these walls but most of them have fallen down by now,
 and behind walls...

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Heart contractions, deep sighs of souls regret
Distance from love, cause of agitation
Inbuilt compass, discerns cause and effect
Action prompt for consciousness correction

Within and around, joy aberration
Shrivelled is our stance, in Gods world perfect
Mindful eye senses sinking...

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The glowing sun is just about set
And I have a glass of wine in my hand
A candle burns in a robust flame
My beloved snuggles in my embrace,
There’s a prospect of romance in the air--
And Muezzin*...

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Await the zenith of the sun,
cross clay courtyard a beckoning
barefoot walked, heartstring undone,
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.

Soundless clarion of tears fall
toward absolution’s bright blessing,
within the domed sabil I call...
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.

The...

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He/She/Lemmingsonabridge  BAH!  SAYS YOU!
WHAT ISN'T ARTsyfartsy?
Tickle my eyes
sensations blurring
casserole fishdish
cold stone marble ears
Fiddledeedrumsticks  handlebar mustache
calligraphic impotency
within the fireworks
of eastern Jupiter
Apples
Cattle ranch
my little ones
I love you I love you I love you
Salamander Samba...

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The Aliens have landed

This is the third day of the new, year and days are equally dark
and miserable as days before the fireworks and drunk people
filling streets with hoarse screams, scaring dogs and cats who...

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You are cruel and stopped counting your treasons
You're respected Muslim nevertheless.
You don't need to give yourself a true reason
To pray, it's scheduled five times nonetheless.

You do not appreciate expensive wine
Although you drink yet you abstain...

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Listlessly ever fixing form
to the macabre,
a mosaic of shadows
laid turquoise wings
into supreme blackness


as a charm,
from the intersession of light
I bore misery as my shield


I was silhouettes
in masquerade,
a mannequin of ash
ever shifted to wake


between one 
trans-morphing
entranced...

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We drive breakneck over hot roads.
Churches, big as cathedrals, rocket
from pocket villages.
Castillo's cast their campanile on the baking earth.

The Great Mosque of Cordoba,
the green Alhambra shades us
through a preaching dust.

The Giralda; its Christianized minaret
stretched like...

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We drive breakneck over hot roads.
Churches, big as cathedrals, rocket
from pocket villages.
Castillo's cast their campanile on the baking earth.

The Great Mosque of Cordoba,
the green Alhambra shades us
through a preaching dust.

The Giralda; its Christianized minaret
stretched like...

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Depression is a shape poem 
A difficult one in times of contemplation 
A shape that gets you, almost in nothingness 
Whispers darkness in the valley of your chest. 
Where the minaret stood in the bed...

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I do not know what I'll find
if I pull off your hijab
Perhaps a cobra lurks to bite
Whose venom will kill wit

I've bared my heart into sonnets
Sadly you will never read them- you aren't lettered
You're rather...

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No pen in the hand of writing thought
Here every page of day feeds me a lot

Golden butterflies are flying over there
Before the evening dark falling sheer

Teen girls are busy in the badminton game
In dreamy selfie...

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