they look unassuming and gentle
I know better, for they are not ripe
if I eat one now my mouth will pucker
the bitterness will leave a horrible aftertaste
in a few days, these persimmons will calm down
they will have a silky slippery honey-like taste
tangier than an apricot
I do not mind waiting
Categories:
tangier, food,
Form: Light Verse
"Come with me on a rousing escapade!"
How temptingly he'd whispered in my ear.
"My dear, I promise there's nothing to fear."
How easily he'd managed to persuade
me. Then secretively, his plans were laid.
He'd spoken three words that seemed so sincere,
"Come with me."
Gendarme sirens sounded. It was a raid!
Suddenly, his occupation was clear...
A slave trader taking me to Tangier,
I was rescued and told, "You've been betrayed.
Come with me."
October 14, 2022
Rousing Rondine Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
Categories:
tangier, betrayal,
Form: Other
I saw her first
She is my heart
Her aroma her natural scented burst
My nostrils
I hear her faint Whispers
So tangier so tangent
I listen with my ear
Her mind so sincere
I taste her lips
She moves her hips
Flaunting as a ballerina
Had not nothing between us
Our spirits embrace
We enjoyed the kiss
As a heart embraced witness
3/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
tangier, analogy, appreciation, heart, i
Form: Rhyme
THE END OF ISLAM
On the bay beach at Belyounech
Just east of Tangier
From the old whaling Station
You can see Algeciras and Gibraltar
And there on the beach look up
And see the Rif of the Atlas
With beyond them ten thousand miles
Of Sahara sand and muezzins on minarets.
The northern horizon exudes
The smells of hot-dogs
And the sounds of Pink Floyd.
The south shore on the beach
Is the end of Islam.
Categories:
tangier, imagery, metaphor,
Form: Imagism