Quiet beauty time
foliage in bright colors
A glorious sight
The nature pantry abounds
Takes most people's breath away
Categories:
mecca, august, beauty, color, food,
Form: Tanka
Fluorescent lights hummed
a monotone drone,
In the background,
the resonant chimes and dings
of the cash register sing.
A lone moth fluttered
past my empty dome
Light, purposeless,
similar to myself.
Glassy eyes wandered back,
staring deep into the infinite
assembly line I could not help
but lose myself in.
Neon nectars beckoned me
like a sugary siren,
I was a drunken sailor
to their decadent call.
I lost and found myself,
aisle after aisle
Until a warmth, a glow,
near divine, graced me.
A fresh soft pretzel
beckoned me to my very soul,
Golden yeast skin
cheddar cheese veins,
The savior I needed
to feel at ease again.
Categories:
mecca, addiction, childhood, drug, humor,
Form: Free verse
In Mecca circle
Throng heads vow in unison
In silence uphold.
Categories:
mecca, islamic, prayer, religion, religious,
Form: Haiku
Proud shoes of Muslims from a hajj!
Their owners 'Alhaji' emerge!
Sandals which kissed Jerusalem:
A true Christian's, grandly solemn!
A devout man's made pilgrrimage
A boost gives his Holy image:
It's a picture hard to damage,
Even if he were a savage...
For the chance to access Heaven
One's pilgrimage up to seven.
Christians meet Pharisees' Leaven
And for themselves judge The Raven...
Still, the sad part of the Prized Badge:
Recipients' hearts vainly enlarge;
In their dreams "Please, one more prized badge",
One's rooms are tight, no longer large.
Sandals of pilgrims to Mecca
A passport-to-Heaven maker.
You've not seen Mecca- A faker:
In Islam Lowest price taker.
Categories:
mecca, god, image, places, religion,
Form: Rhyme
My soul is derelict, forsaken by the universe
Even the sun burns and the moon frowns
Probably my birth is a misfortune
Uneven days have stolen my joy
My lover looks upon me coyly
Unbearable Pain that tears flee
Unknown the origin of this pain
Trekking the desserts of existence
Darkness clouds my being
Lost in bearings, I gaze to your celestial
To draw strength
To show the path through life
To see my way through darkness
To illuminate my soul
My right hand over my left on my chest
When I go down and my head to the ground
I cast all my burdens to the earth that birth me
Helplessly trying to find the place
Where earthlings voyage to find solace.
Categories:
mecca, allah, anger, anxiety, blessing,
Form: Free verse
A clatter of human hooves
drums on through an after- dawn marketplace…
the wide tunnel of mouths
reel from the splintered chorus
of jangled tunes bargaining and rattling
papaya, arabica and sushi roll orders: a fiesta
of succulent aroma whisks mid-air,
talkative faces sampling potent crops
on weaved baskets , hanging neatly
before slurpy hands condemn
them to boiling pots: the errant
noise loose like gander and hogs.
How much is this and that?
The slithering, crumpled bills drop
their tongues on purses scraped from
one week’s abominable toil.. oh, darting
fishes jerk their bellies while the array
of chicken hunks glaze under lights, frozen
and lumped from farmers’ harvest
rites... morning so luscious with grapes
colored velvet skin, lettuce tips
pulped by shiny green: and the procession
of lapping mouths reach head tone pitch,
dishes, dishes for salivating tongues,
taste buds for citrusy fruits, on one delirious
mecca to a market, market day!
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A Poem You Enjoyed Contest of Lewis Raynes
Entered 9/13/2016 (Old Poem)
Categories:
mecca, places, space,
Form: Light Verse
Bridled pilgrim on tributary road
Sanctified route that Imams trode
Hoping cares and sorrows to unload
In Mecca's blessed, sanctified abode
Prayerful disciple dutifully abnegating world in part
Humbly following the scantily-provisioned cart
In contrition, taking alms from each, beneficent heart
Diligently brushing aside each mental block, earthen
rampart
Suffering the reproach of strangers with grace
Shouldering the stigma attached to foreign race
Showering kindness to each passed, nameless face
Seeking refuge in lowly shelter and amended space
Categories:
mecca, dedication
Form: Rhyme
There is this yearning
deep inside my soul
that is satisfied only when
I am alone atop a mountain,
sitting quietly by a stream
or laying in a cozy meadow
splashed with sunshine
My heart is soothed there
as if I were truly home
truly at peace
truly one with Mother Earth
this Mecca is my driving force
as I follow the hummingbirds song
deeper into the wilderness
where the hum of humanity
can no longer be heard
or felt through the ground underfoot
My soul has come home
and is flooded with the warmth
that heals even the deepest wounds
Trudy Diane Rider
Categories:
mecca, introspection, nature
Form: Free verse