Long Shams Poems

Oakland County MI                   Democrats             ...

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Have I failed you as a man?
Our only communication was what washed up on shore 
But there's so much space between the ocean floor and the sand 
One cascades and the other crystalizes 
But you...

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By dint of a right in tatters
impinging on terrestrial sight
that urged me to worldly matters,
I was struck with a parallel quite

unforeseen, in a Hubble view
which drew my fancy out of the blue,
a galaxy wreathed with...

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REFLECTIONS ON POSTWAR AMERICAN PRESIDENTS
 
Truman became President by accident, which
probably explains why, on the whole, he did a good job.
Eisenhower, deprecated as an inveterate bungler,
a shillyshallying,  grinning incompetent,
is now beginning to emerge as...

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The town that I was born in was a small and ‘one horse’ place,
where no one held a secret and we knew each other’s face.
Nothing seemed to ever change but then we seen the myth...

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Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to
me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop
bleating, crying at night, and never again be afraid.
Rumi

Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A...

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Who is Shams and who Rumi                             ...

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1.	Shall I narrate you a tale or may be a thousand stories,
Of a lost love and fervent devotion?
Or chronicles of longing and separation? 
Mayhap I, relate both as you wish, open your eyes and give...

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AS YOU CALL    
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Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy,
cursed with invisible ink, silent in sentimental sighs.
I've become the son of solitude,
tired from torture and...

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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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We were pilgrims to the great city 
one who's culture is globally abundant 
all types live there 

Big name giants 
Equal minded intellectuals 
Rights activists aplenty 
Kings of poetry and literature 
Envious dealers of intensity...

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Agreements are Shams!

Agreements are shams that the wise call a shakedown,
the wisest trust conflict, will work what’s at hand.
Agreements exist when folks (forced to) are civil.
Identical twins have mutations, evolve!
What miracles might stop, experience kicks...

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Little mud with thatched hut
Many were in this hut from my forefathers
All are passed away

I saw there was an old banyan tree on the corner of home yard
A tamarind tree was there on the east...

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Golden are finite grains of sand, running smoothly through
The hour glass of time, tiny precious moments of reflections
Treasured gems, captured in thoughts of the shifting pages,
Of the ever turning calendar months.
Against the frosted goblet of...

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"The Mirror of Lost Sees: Theophany"



The You in me
possessor of knowledge
heir of the prophets
I Am, the friend of He
the me in You, waits patiently 
watching you unveil in 
the Mirror of Lost Sees 

The Possessor...

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It came from a beloved book; the dream
Long lost, or so I thought,
which told: Go to your Turkey
and meet the Rumi in your dreams;
to complete his story; if I were the
story teller,destined,
for love comes from...

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The realms of resurrection buried,
Excavating bloody beliefs of slavery,
Decimating riots in a blink,
Rejuvenating imagery primed energy.

Shrillness of voice overpowering the silence,
Tears bursting eyes insane,
Holiness captured and tortured,
Bodies are in colossal   pain.

Daemons dancing in...

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A COFFER OR A COFFIN 

“Rage on,” my friend said unto me
“Guard what’s yours with urgency
For walls can be scaled by scoundrels and enter your domain
So keep a steady eye on what treasures you were...

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Scams, shams,
falsehood,lies
deception, ...nothin' real.
So what's the deal?
So are the ways of man.

We are growing so old
but might I be so bold
as to say our love
is growing cold.
So are the ways of man.

Man's anger simmers
deep within...

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You said you loved my company
Listing my humor as the reason why
I have not heard much of you lately
But those who laugh do not quickly die.
I was thinking about you today
When I told a friend...

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WHEN I WAS LITTLE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

				

When I was little everyone was old or tall
An innocence that spiraled into free fall
Most everything then was black or white
Most everything then was wrong or right

I trusted anything that...

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Indeed old is gold
and so's I'm told
Don't be in a hurry
to have all antiques sold
For this old adage
Todate water it holds.

Indeed the good old days
had some good old ways.

So I'd rather not 
exchange
old lamps for...

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On my bed is a colorful quilt,
Not hand-made – it came from the store.
Each morning I lay it out, always the same;
It’s so simple, it’s not like a chore.

It has to be facing the way...

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Did I not tell you, ‘Do not leave, for I am your friend’?
For in this mirage of nothingness I am the Fountainhead of Life!
Even if in anger you leave Me for a hundred thousand years,
in...

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