Long Rubai Poems

Grow old along with me:
The best is yet to be!

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See! Ben Ezra stares Rubaiyat in the eye,
	In a debate so hot and ever fresh;
Their porters seem in the semels to lie!
	Are they also gone or...

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Mahammad Fuzuli (1494-1556)

Mahammad Fuzuli, the poet-philosopher, is one of the founders of the divan genre in the history of Azerbaijani and Turkish literature. He wrote his works in three languages (Turkish, Arabic, Persian) in the...

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RESPONSE TO RUMI

Tell the Friend I’m coming, with a wine sack and a thirst.
Been too long in solitude, got a sickness in my bones.

Pray? Where was Shams when my need was so great?
“Suffer the pain…it’s...

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Separation…

If I am what I am, tell me, who are you?
I am thinking of you; maybe I am you.	
There is oneness among us that covers all.
I am him, and he is me, and we are...

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Diamonds

We all have so many diamonds that we own,
but we think of them as glass or bits of stone.
We often sell them as cheap pieces of junk,
but yet always we think of them as unknown.

The...

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Solstice…  

Solstice…

How can I drag myself without divine wine?
I am falling, and I need wine to be mine.
Being inebriated has its own joy,
To me, heedless and headless both are just fine.

I am tired of...

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 The Jewel…

There is a circular path which I walk there,
Every day is the same, does not matter where. 
The mornings and the nights, they come and they go.
I am drowning in pain; save me...

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 Imperceptive



Tell me how painful it’s when we all die. 
Is it more painful than life made me cry? 
I am not living; don’t ask me why. 
Too many shadows are passing me by. 
...

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Enlightenment

What is this consciousness that feels so sublime?
They told me that I am conscious of my time.
It is all gloomy and dark with lots of pain.
If I'm conscious, is it virtue or a crime?

Do I...

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The Four Seasons…

It was spring and I was young when I had wine.
I was singing and dancing and doing fine. 
The wine was so divine, made my blossoms glow.
The spring is for the youth, makes...

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Folks, its been some time since I wrote a poem, I was gone for 15 months, you all knew and love my wife Yvette, she passed away unexpectedly a month before I returned home.

Please...

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A book of verses underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread—and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness—
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow.

(Omar Khayyam’s (1048-1131 CE) well-known quatrain (Rubai). Its translation was done by...

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What type of poetry is best? 

 

If I were to write in a structure 

Where all the rules apply 

I might be tempted to enter 

Some Quatrain type Rubai.  

 

But there are...

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Seek to know how,
Be mindful now.


Find your calm space,
Sit still in place.


Close your eyes here,
Let breathing steer.


Breathe deeply still,
Focus your will.


Relax and see,
Stillness can free.


A certain ease,
Now rains calm peace.


Purge stress and strain,
Watch poise touch...

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A KIDS FUNNY BEE BUZZ POEM
								 
The fuzzy, wuzzy bumble bee
a fussy, hussy bee was he
because he lost his buzz you see
in a muggy, buggy mushroom tree

On mushrooms bitter, boggy black,
he planned an aerial attack,
but...

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Quatrain #828:
MAZE


Meet with calm poise the truth most kind,
Apt joy greets voice with peace of mind;
Zest transcends noise as love moves grand, 
Etch a clear choice with grace you find.

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
07 October 2017
Singapore



Wise purpose find
With...

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Spark a warm fire in surge of spring,
Prize deep feelings that break new grounds;
Reap touch that sires wonder time brings,
Ink words that sing of wisdom found;
Nature prompts fest through ups and downs,
Give to each fool...

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That whip is the flaming might of the heavenly white dove 
That burns away the wicked, and blows away the black ash thereof 
That long-lasting wood for the whip is the blood ridden cross 
That...

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Spy spring surprise in floral sights,
Pay frolic well as joy finds you;
Reach for the prize in dazzling light,
Imprint fond tell as happy cues;
Niche laughter here as wit sparks plain,
Give in to jest that honours ease;
See...

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Know then the truth that calls to you,
Note kindness well in message clear;
Opt for plain proof as wisdom woos,
Word now can dwell on profound cheer.
Look to the mind with heart set free,
Observe deep gaze as...

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Vo thandi sarsarati hawa
Mujhe kuch keh ke chali gayi 
Ranj-o-gam ki syahi me lipti
Kuch panne zindagi ke bhar gayi

Panne jab palat ke dekhe 
To ek kahani simti dikhi
Na jane kab se dhool me padi thi...

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One may think why love is supernatural 
This is trace to God who is supernatural 
He made love to be the bedrock of the entire natural 
This is why when we show love we our...

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By this bus stop
A posture grips,
Soft drizzle drops
This waiting trip.


Rain fresh and wet
Cools the hot heat,
I stake my bets
For late bus beat.


Strange faces wait
For quite some time,
Cellphones now state
Such curious chimes.


Humid yet wet
The brief cool...

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Certain memories are etched in brain,
And there shall for ever remain,
Like the day, dad bid good bye,
Never to come back again!

Life events rushed by eternal chain,
No hand shall restore or regain,
Smiling at mum the child...

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Clouds are floating by
through the cold, blue sky,
watching the birds fly
they're soaring so high.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.7/2013

I didn't notice what I was doing, until I was counting the syllables. So, I decided to look them...

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