Short Arabian Poems
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Moosewood Cookbook's Arabian Squash Casserole
Substitute post-Halloween pumpkin and Ghost Pepper to keep it scary.
Went on several romantic Arabian night dates
With a hot guy from the United Arab Emirates.
Now I am secretly longing as hopeless romantic heart waits.
Today I’m grateful for kindness…
for no matter our nationality…
be we American, French, Arabian, or Greek…
Kindness is a universal language
everyone can speak.
Mr. Brenun Lays Pro--
boscis, a belly flop, said:
"No tax read my lips"
no one could read them at all
coz, both mantled by his nose!
Do not play with Arabian poetics ;)
Every morning i grow up and define a bedouin Arabian
i grow up and he remains the same, before the hazre aswad
A tear and smile
A TR, IU and then Triumphant
Alas!
Mina muse the leaf a!
Arabian sea
Encroached the city
With chopped head
And swelled legs.
Clouds fought like black cats
Spirit scented rain raged on.
The world lay
As if in a morgue
Varied dance accrued
Atop it.
View distorted
Majestic he looks
My Arabian stallion
He's whiter than white
So placid to all around
His name, we call him Snowflake
My entry into Constance's 'Horses or Snowflakes or Horses and Snowflakes' contest
James Fraser
arabian jasmine
the little flowers
sweet scented open at night
close in the morning
1/7/22 Haiku Contest Inspired By Basho
Only Poetry
Damned I-Be
Checked: How Many Syllables
PS Syllable Counter
i was in
at least two
chapters when
i discovered
not her hidden
cover but the other
the one shoe
used to rile me
in and then leave
like a thousand
and one Arabian
nights which
has always kept me
always thinking
always waiting for
the
next
story
Form:
Her hair flows with the waves of the wind.
Her spirit wild and free.
Her heart beats with the rhythm of her feet.
Her eyes reflect the purity with in her soul.
Her loyalty unquestionable.
Her beauty out shines the sun.
She is the most vibrant mare I have ever seen.
A beautiful nightmare haunts me,
I am spellbound by her words.
The death of a thousand nights,
the loss of a thousand tales.
Spin me a parable of love and triumph,
wrap me in a fable of pain and life.
Ensnared, I bow to the grace of eloquence
and cry for the mercy of silence.
Three Horses
Written: by Tom Wright
1/16/2016
Yesterday was the Arabian,
That I no longer ride;
Today, is the quarter horse,
I’m deep seated astride.
Tomorrow is the Mustang,
I anxiously wait to see.
If I’m healthy to ride it,
Or if it shakes off me;
I shall whisper into your ear--love verse, pure and poignant!
Playing with your fragrant long silky hair--all night.
If you come to me flying, at midnight, as the fairies in ancient Arabian tales.
Naughty stars will shine brighter in merriment, and shy moon shall slip behind the cloud.
A pair of reposing
Arabian princes,
She calls Vladimir
And retarded Cat,
Are purring and pawing
In the soft domain
of her loving lap...
A distant admirer
Pets his intrigue,
A half eaten heart
Surrenders and dreams.
Oh felines of feeling
Closeness is surely
Better than cream...
The daughter who loved her father as salt
Was flung out of his realm
He favored the daughters who loved him
As sweet honey, as much money,
But tides pull back as they do
And abundance of life changes
All the daughters may have equal claims,
But bitter salt is sometimes needed
More than all the other fluff.
waves ignore call of the gulls,
tides ebb and flow,
sweep asunder blowing wind,
make setting Sun glow.
boats scamper to shore,
their masts ruffle in protest,
sea of dreams and lore!
written 27/06/2021
Sequidilla Poetry contest
William Kekaula sponsored
7 lines with 7575575 syllables with abcb ded rhyme
Sealed from human eyes,
Veiled in shawls of the mist -
Like the Arabian lady so shy...
All standing together,
Never far from each other,
Always holding hands...
The deer, the river, the pines,
In a perfect life so wild,
Its jewel of peace survives...
Mother nature thrives,
Within wild life alive,
Sealed from human eyes...
30/3/2020
ANTICIPATION
Like an echo or a spark
our relations are like summer sky
in Italy , with a sigh
we are sitting in a half-dark
room near the window,
watching the stars reel
anticipating the shadow,
no, dying of passion real
but not showing it . Shut
to each other - but
....telling fairy-tales
…Arabian nights, Sheherazade veils
Magic
Magic that supposed to
make things happen
in a magical way,
especially in fairy tales.
Like Aladdin in the
Arabian night,
rubbing the magical lamp
for wishes delight.
Magician's puzzling tricks
faster with their hands
then the eyes can blink.
But it is the magic
of love
everyone is dreaming
about.
Erich J.Goller
Copyright 8.9.2007
Planted seedlings
During the observation grave,
Premonitions of the day
In the field of mind
Planted crops of thought,
Deep into the night
To transcend the hunger aesthetic
Recollected to harvest
In solitude.
In rhythm they dance
The dates with Arabian wind
To and fro the trunks
Steadfast the pitch
Rise and fall the beat
Consolation to exist
In the journey of the mercury
Temperatures of life.
Flower of love bloomed in dunes of desert
Besotted Layla carried in niche of her heart
It withered in the tribal Arabian harsh summer
Unrequited virgin love went to the grave with her.
Deranged Majnun wandered in love’s wasteland
Etched the requiem of broken heart on desert sand
With the parched wind before his last breath was gone
He became hers, his poem engraved on her gravestone.
January 12, 2019
Two horses share the acre of pasture--
A proud Arabian, now a gelding,
Who sired seven stately champions, stands
Elegantly while I snap his picture.
The other one, a thirty-two-year-old
With a sagging back, stands waiting to die--
A three times national champion stud
With honors--ribbons and trophies galore
Moving slowly toward the feeding trough
No longer poses for photographers.
written June 14, 2021
I tread through my story
Knitting the yellow sheet
I rejoice the dunes heat,
Merely chew beneath my feet
I silhouette the foliage
Aid the weaker
I am transporting drops
Athwart the boiling weather
I am the hero amidst the throng
I shall not heed,
Heed over a car or bike
I shall stay on the street
I am not modern
Nor am I Just Plain
I am the Arabian Saga
I am what’s present in the desert grain
O invisible sympathetic listener
Will it annoy my elder Hitler-sister-in-law?
(O my colleague! An Arabian teacher, mocked English
and fought me for its ambiguity);
I mean my wife’s sister.
Like the Jerusalem
With ‘What Must Be Said ’!
Or but to stop this stupid self is …!
If I say I respect her,I kiss her on lips
And eyes,
Lift her up in arms
And wrestle …!
But to detest someone so dearly loved,
Or forget —
Seems unworkable …!
The gibbous moon between its full and new stage
Seeing in the sky on a clear night
As bright as it is part is seen and part is not
Like a hunched back camel in an Arabian sea of sand
Fan by the spacious wind it gleams from the shine of the Sun
Forcing itself obtrusive outward
Transmitting brightness to the whole world
Like the Son of God who shines for all to see
Accepting His brilliant light
Which come to all both day and night