Oud Poems | Examples

Muse of Dusk

She walks where day and night entwine,
A whispered breeze through aging pine,
With eyes that hold the fading light,
And secrets born from end of night.

A veil of roses, oud, and rain,
A kiss of warmth, a touch of pain—
She lingers soft on lover’s skin,
Like velvet shadows tucked within.

No dawn can cage her amber soul,
No noon can grasp her scent’s control;
For in that hush where silence sighs,
She dances under bruising skies.

A bloom that wilts, yet still ignites,
A poem etched in twilight’s rites—
She is the hush before the stars,
The scent of dusk in crystal jars.

A Beautiful Scent

A magnificent flower or a beautiful tree are plants of different breed. You’ll smell their scent float in the air as you inhale to breathe.

An attractive smell is natures spell on every man or beast. I like the aroma of every spice but hate the smell of yeast.

A spray of musk or even oud may change a fellows mood. The fumes of myrrh or sandalwood will make the foolish shrewd.

Our taste may differ from one to one depending on what you wear. But when it comes to what young prefer vanilla is in the air.

But what ladies wear will cast a spell and soften shady hearts. It gives them pleasure in social events while in the crowd they spark.

In every wedding the groom will wait to see his lovely bride, she fills the air with the scent of love a smell no one can hide.

Saleh Ben Saleh

Under My Umbrella

Reluctantly
She shelters me
I don't wish to intrude
Her fragrance I must steal away
Bright lavender and oud

The pitter-patter
Of the rain
Disguising how my heart..
It flutters when she is so close
But also when we part

The journey short
My words are slow
She tolerates my gaze
Or the clumsy gated shuffle
As I heap on her much praise

My palms so cold and clammy
But what am I to do?
A simple soul's desire
Walks in my shoes
Next to you

Squirrels

Superbly agile and acrobatic creatures.
Quirky zigzag moves and mannerisms.
Unique techniques for stealing seeds and nuts.
Incredibly strong front incisors that keep growing.
Really smart, mischievous and very entertaining.
Ready to rob and tackle any bird feeder, even squirrel proof.
Extremely resilient during harsh winters.
Loud chirping and chattering when near by.
Sometimes they are white, but mostly grey, red or brown.

Pactolus Has Gold

Sabashtain Berlusconi made his
Presence Known
the Chant of
Pactolus the Magnificent
roar every where
He wore the strap of Honor
from
the Pergerus of Digulance'
the sacred beast of the fields
and the Gold from the 
Pactolus.
He is said to
be the Uncrowned Champion
of Champions.
he spoke..1<(p/2n)<2
but 1 ( none is Greater!)
He proclaimed him
to be Greatest and Non Greater!
all other are meant to
 deceive and are fraudulent

He spoke his male competitors as Undeserving
and there female interest as Strumpetious Elemento!
"Only i am authentic!"
"Only I am Authentic!"
all while Aulos and Oud
chanted pactolus the Magnificent
Hail Pactolus!

Dead Mans Shoes

Harry has lived with us the entire eight years.
We did not know that agreeing to keep his shoes here was a big deal.
One day my husband said “I am throwing these oud!”
“We promised his widow!” I shrieked.
It was her one requirement when she sold us this house.

The next week was a nightmare.
I got carjacked. My husband lost his job.
One of our dogs got hit by a truck.
“It was those shoes!” I told my husband. 
“Get them back!”
We tried, but they were long gone.

Every week got worse and worse.
We separated, eventually divorced.
I remarried, and we tried to buy a house.
“That was Charlie’s hat,” the seller told us.
“Leave it in the closet, or….”
I ran out screaming.

Eloquent Analogy

Between two arms exist the ineffable, 
Two apples more powerful than the one Adam ate;
Cheeks like strawberries plucked from the heavens of my heart;
A silky road leading to gardens and butterflies;
A smell of Amber, Oud, and Musk spreading of her body;
Drops of honey hanging there waiting to heal your scars.

Redolence

Redolence
by Michael R. Burch

Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills;
cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway;
and night bends near, a deepening shade of gray;
the bass concerto of a bullfrog fills
what silence there once was; globed searchlights play.

Green hanging ferns adorn dark window sills,
all drooping fronds, awaiting morning’s flares;
mosquitoes whine; the lissome moth again
flits like a veiled oud-dancer, and endures
the fumblings of night’s enervate gray rain.

And now the pact of night is made complete;
the air is fresh and cool, washed of the grime
of the city’s ashen breath; and, for a time,
the fragrance of her clings, obscure and sweet.

Published by The Eclectic Muse and The Best of the Eclectic Muse 1989-2003

Heights of Everest

F orever dreaming of mountains
E verest towering them all
E ven in daydreams I picture
L ong legged eager strides as I climb
I mpressive trails that are winding
N owhere to go but up and up
G ear in hand steady for the trek

E very step a meditation inspired
V agrant cares parked at ground zero
E nduring dwindling oxygen 
R eality only a breath and courage

S erenity a state I believe of mind
O ften just slightly out of reach

T oday peace is on this mountain
A live and gloriously well
L oud is its chant as it echoes
L onging to soar Everest heights



AP: 2nd place 2021

Submitted on July 17, 2019 for contest ACROSTICALLY I STAND TALL sponsored by JAMES EDWARD LEE SR  -  RANKED 1ST

Apology- -

Accusations sometimes false sometimes true accused
Past transgressions please grant grace, penance
Own sympathies of love in true love forgiveness
Loud reproaches criticise
Owning own transgressions okay
Genuine regrets condemn
Yea sayers outrage, I’m SORRY FORGIVE ME, Alleluia!
This my apology, please forgive me I’m so sorry… 


4/25/19

Honorable Mention placement in Contest
APOLOGY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier

High Calling of God

Heavenly, holy, high
Incredibly indestructible…
God’s calling* for me is great with His gracious grandeur
Heralding His great help; hoisting my faith’s hope!

Championing compassion of the Lord to the core
Assuring me His affirmation-authority
Loud is His calling for me intensified by His love
Leading me to His heart of light.
Insuring my spirit His presence incessantly
Never does God’s calling negate His name’s nature
Granting me genuine gladness…

Opening to me His omnipotence-offers.
Fueled-up by my Master’s charge along His mercy’s fire…

Geared-up to live for Him, I’m guided and girded
Optimized for worship-praise along obedience-onward
Doing His will toward determination’s diligence!

*Philippians 3:14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. 

April 3, 2019
2nd place, "Favorite Poem From March 31-April 6, 2019" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 4/17/2019.

Bequeath To Future Generations

D-o bequeath to future generations, 
A-ll the lessons of yesterday; 
N-ovember twenty-second morn 
I-s learning with Wednesday. 
E-arnestly bequeath to future generations, 
L-eaving to them the faith and love; 
L-et them live with firm hope 
I-n the sight of one God above. 

B-equeath to future generations 
R-ight path toward glorious abode; 
A-llow them to know the truth, 
Z-ealously prepare their road. 
I-nstruct the children about wisdom, words speak lower than actions; 
L-oud and clear message is taught, bequeath to future generations.

Will of Mare Or Ill Yak

W-ill of mare or ill yak
I-s either irksome or pesky; 
L-et the muddle cease, 
M-aking the trash talk flee.
E-nd the will of mare or ill yak, beginning with total order; 
R-apture replaces the chaos, as confusion shall be over.

O-bliterate the shambles, 
R-efrain from voluble voice; 
I-n twenty-sixth September, 
L-et your heart make a choice.
L-oud and persistent sound shall bring one to a wrong track; 
A-llow the mouth to silence the will of mare or ill yak.

Lonely Music

L aying down on a porch full of dreams,
O n a land full of hope,
N eed to get on my grind.
E mpty cabinets,
L onely pots and pans.
Y ellow dust caving the counter.

       M elodies humming softly in my mind on their own.
       U sing my head for a place to escape, finally!
       S howing me how to be free.
       I  mold them, but still, they are alone.
       C limbing on the back of a beat just to get away.

F lowing on the minds of this street is the dream.
L oud pops quiet me.
O nly at night will they come looking for me.
W aving through air.
S eeping through the music.
                 

                           Piercing through.

This Melody.          These thoughts               This music.

                        If only others could see.

Silence In the House of Death

THIS PERSON WHO IS HE IN MY HOUSE
WHY DON'T ARISE IN MY JARGON-ED   NAME 
MY SOUL IN DESPAIR
I HAVE AN INHUMAN INVENTATION TO THIS AMALGAMATING AUDIENCE
OF ARSON
SKELETON 'S ARE IN ADMISSION, THE GHOST IN REPETITION WITH GHOULS 
IN DISPOSITION
MY BONES' CRIES ARE FEARLESS IN UNANSWERED
FILLING THE ROOM WITHOUT ENOUGH ACCOMIDATIONS
A DEEP NARROW PATH APPERS OUT OF PARTICIPATION
WHILE THE REAPER BEGANS THE TRASLATION
I FEEL THE INVOICE OF SORROW
WITH DEATH'S INCOMPETTENT BARROW
HE STEALS THE SHAMEFUL TOMOARROW
I STAND IN LUXURY OF ;OUD-SPEACKING MAN OF POWER
CLOCKS TURN MANIPULATING EVERY HOUR I AM LIKE A NEWBORN IN A 
MIDNIGHT SHOWER
NEVER FEELING THE SAME
AS I WALK TO SIT DOWN BY THE FIRE, I PLACE MYSELF 
AS I 'M STOOPED OVER IN THE MIDDLE,
I AM STRUCK BY A FIDDLE

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