ECSTASY
O morning breeze of West and South Asia
Let my soul sip sherbet
From your breasts like lily of the Incas
Nightingale of the night,
The aroma of your voice,
So sweet and soothing as the Messiah's breath
Is the seven goddesses of Hellenistic World's melody
And your sable tresses ,
Full of Flowers of Taif
Whose fragrance,
Is the royal perfume of the Pharaohs
Lull my inner sorrows to repose
Mi orgullo and drighten of my soul ,
In the sea of grief - I crave for solace from you - please do not forsake me !
Here's a keffiyeh - here's a thobe or kandura
Wear them!
Your curvy body I yearn to see
Into your heart's prison,
I am girded - Please keep me from the world of separation
With your love,
Neither world nor family is needed
For to your soul I am entangled in saecula saeculorum.
Categories:
thobe, black love, cinderella, crazy,
Form: Free verse
It’s the rewrite of horrors noir, with no thobe, just a Kufi, and dirty black sweats.
Vibrations striking ears with no lobes show precisely how dirty black gets.
A screenshot of a touchscreen keyboard shows the flows when nerdy blacks fret.
Colossal pets are healed and rebuilt by the pens of wordy black vets.
That fish looks good, Girl.
Get the oil ready, while I toil steady on the soil levy, to keep my domain imminent.
I’l be back for lunch, libations, and lineaments, while we plan our way out of cursed tenements.
Massage my back with that juicy a**. Attach a nipple to my goose skin flask, and I’ll revise the countenance on your Tutsi mask, and rewrite the horrors noir.
Categories:
thobe, adventure, america, black love,
Form: Rhyme
I'm just a bedouin:
I live in a tent -
Cozy an' fair
Its fabric woven
From rough goat-hair-
A shady cover
In the summer
A rain-proof shelter
In the winter
My possessions:
A single garment - a loose black robe
I call a thobe
A pair of worn out sandals
A coffee kit
And other little things
I put in a sack
That may not fit
With countrysiders' appetites
Or urbanites'
My homeland:
All this infinite expanse
Of deep beige sands
My sole companion:
A faithful camel
Who carries me
And all my stuff
Together we cross the endless desert
And when I sing
Some cameleer song
He gets so light
Out of delight
And makes as if to fly
Towards the sky
Categories:
thobe, beauty, happy, simple,
Form: Qasida
The Magician.
The man in the -white as snow- thobe looked like a statue of
the saviour, as seen in protestant churches. He walked amongst
people at the farmers market, gently spoke about this and that,
maybe the price of cucumbers? What do I know?
Soon he had a fan base; people liked him and asked questions
that had more to do with metaphysical reasoning than the cost
of agricultural products.
This disturbed authorities, was the stranger sowing seditious
thoughts in people’s mind? And his thobe it repelled dust and
was always clean?
He was arrested and put in a police cell. When detectives came
to interrogate him he wasn’t there, only his thobe, which, the label
on the inside, read: made in China.
Categories:
thobe, faith
Form: Imagism