Samia “Happy Mother’s Day”
Mother an angel that I’ve met
Recalling the words that always wept
For as tender as they were
Loved to hear them as you say
Mother you kicked my fear away
Calling on all angels to pray
That your son will be in safe
And his health will ever prevail
Mother you praised me when I failed
You encouraged me when I veiled away
You hailed me in every act I play
You laughed to any joke I say
Mother you held me when I was in pain
You wept that my tears will fade away
You told me that one day I will gain
You stood by me when everyone ran away
Mother you chose to move on and part away
To the new world that is far away
Leaving a child to grow in darken
A man today still searching in vain
Mother I’m writing for you again
Even twenty years can’t keep us away
Even the haven you chose as a stay
My words would reach you as a pray
Mother I wrote you to say
No matter how far you chose as a stay
Your son here on earth would love to say
Happy mother’s Day “My Angel”
Categories:
samia, mother, mothers day, urdu,
Form: Qasida
They gazed out the window down under.
Then leaned against the hazy glass.
Their arms outstretched in wonder.
As all the humans passed.
Were they waving hi?
Or saying bye?
Then they flew.
Through blue.
Gone.
Samia Ali Arroyo
For nette onclaud's 'Imagination' contest
June 9, 2012
Categories:
samia, imagination,
Form: Nonet
A perfect storm they had created.
Two lovers destined to be mated.
Living life upon the edge.
Forged in crime, their love was pledged.
Wanted posters with each name.
Loved and feared, the pair became.
Evading law from state to state.
Alas, this was to be their fate.
Romanticized through history.
Sprinkled with some mystery.
Running, hiding till the end.
Celebrities, some may contend.
The two had once been quite mundane.
They hungered to be free of plain.
And even now they are well-known.
From need and want their seeds were sown.
For Nette Onclaud’s ‘Soul Partners’ contest
Bonnie and Clyde
By Samia Ali Arroyo
Categories:
samia, history,
Form: Rhyme
The ocean breeze was beckoning.
The salt was on my tongue.
I shed my clothes and jumped inside.
Just like when I was young.
I swam out in the darkened sea.
The moon provided light.
It shone upon the rippled waves.
And danced in silent night.
Then something brushed against my toes.
The touch was feather soft.
And then I felt it once again.
Within the ocean waft.
I dove inside and reached around.
And found my midnight pearl.
That night the sea bestowed a gift.
I was the lucky girl.
For Russell Spivey's contest 'Midnight Pearl', by Samia Ali Arroyo, on April 15, 2012
Categories:
samia, fantasy, imagination, sea, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
Bob and Hannah went to fish in Wassamassaw Bay.
They told their mom they would return for church so they could pray.
But both of them lost track of time, returning way past noon.
The sun was down and it was dark and there was a full moon.
“What do you have to say to me, for it is very late.
The moon is up, the sun is down, your meals are on your plates.
You haven’t done your chores and now it’s almost time for bed.
The dog is barking angrily for he wants to be fed.”
“We are so very sorry but we did lose track of time.
There was commotion on the Bay although there was no crime.
And when we tried to leave for home the officer said, ‘No.’
He said we’d have to stay a while and that we could not go.”
“He said he had some questions so we would have to stay.
We told him that we had to go to church so we could pray.
The officer said we could go after we told the tale.
Of how in Wassamassaw Bay, we caught a big white whale!”
By Samia Arroyo for David Williams' Palindrome mad contest.
Bob
Hannah
Wassamassaw
mom
noon
Categories:
samia, adventure, childhood, fantasy, funny,
Form: Rhyme
In the land where children play.
A boy named Roy would sleep all day.
No matter what his friends all said.
The boy would not get out of bed.
For he was very bored with toys.
The ones for little girls and boys.
He said that they were all the same.
The cars and trucks and every game.
But then one day Roy got a book.
He figured he would take a look.
And when he opened up the cover.
Of books he soon became a lover.
He read the book from front to back.
He read about a boy named Jack.
And all about a silver train.
And then about a place called Spain.
He read about each moon and star.
And just how far away they are
He learned of ancient histories.
And many science mysteries.
Soon he had a big collection.
Of which the boy had great affection.
His favorite thing to do was read.
He learned to do it with great speed.
One afternoon a friend came by.
And asked if he could also try.
To read a book instead of play.
Immediately, Roy said, ‘You may.’
Soon his books were being read.
By Sue and John and little Ted.
That’s how the land of toys became.
The land of books instead of games.
For Francine Roberts' Children in Rhyme contest, by Samia Arroyo
Categories:
samia, fantasy, children, books, books,
Form: Rhyme
The sun is slowly fading and it’s almost twilight time.
The ocean’s strong vibration beckons me to rise from deep.
The ship announces its approach, its horn an ocean chime.
Waking me from slumber in the ocean where I sleep.
I move with lightning speed emerging quickly to the top.
The sailors all come out to hear my haunting siren’s song.
I swim around the vessel as it slows and then it stops.
From that time, and forever, to me they all belong.
My lovely iridescent tail will sparkle in the night.
I serenade them with my tune while diving in and out.
A potpourri of colors that will dazzle and delight.
Before too long they will be lost inside my spell, no doubt.
I’ll circle all around the ship and mesmerize each one.
Then slowly hypnotize each man until the morning sun.
Written by: Samia Ali Arroyo
March 30, 2012
Contest: Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteers
English Sonnet
Categories:
samia, fantasy, me, ocean,
Form: Sonnet