Yasmin Poems | Examples

Time to regret in life

Not so done for brotherhood’s good,
Charity nor for truth you’ve stood,
The day you fuss, your failure fret,
That be the time ought ye regret.
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Translation |12.09.2024|life, truth, charity, brotherhood 

Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhaashhitam. This one is taken from my selection of translations. One regrets so many things that he need not. Yet, there are but a few things that he should really regret if not accomplished. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:

hitam na kinchit  vihitam parasya,
daanam na dattam na cha satyam uktam |
yasmin dine nishfalataam prayaatah,
sah eva kaalah parikhedanasya ||

Still Water

“Real love brings about calm—not inner torment. True love allows you to be at peace with yourself and with God." Yasmin Mogahed

When you hide behind silence,
despite the crying violins of
irritating sinister symphonies,
I'll search for you in the midst of
the meadows of your mind,
lighting lanterns in your darkness.

I was born to soothe the tips
of pearlescent sorrowful tears,
which float upon satin textures 
of your rare Adonis blue soul.
I'll be the honeydew to nourish
your fragile wings to float
freely from dahlia to sunflower

and if the winds are cruel,
my hands will become a cocoon,
so when the season offers no comfort,
you can rest within the warmth 
of my protective palms.
I'll silently listen to the gentle sound
of your butterfly breaths,
until you once again take flight.

I hope you always return.

Amidst the clamour and chaos
of porcelain paths with feathered fate,
I'll be the 'still water' which washes
away the thick clouds draped
around your heart.

A Rose Poem

A rose poem
A walking cobbler came to Yasmin valley
That had a small brook with swimming ducks
Even though, since everyone wore clogs 
He decided to settle down in this pleasant vale

The cobbler was educated in Frankfurt and 
As we know the Germans are astute workers.

Recuperating after hitting his knee on a boulder
On a bed of Yasmin, he reclined and fed by maidens 
Some inhabitants came to him with clogs as a gift 
Exponentially happy he cried and was a happy man.

A Rose Poem

A rose poem
A walking cobbler came to Yasmin valley
That had a small brook with swimming ducks
Even though since everyone wore clogs 
He decided to settle down in this pleasant vale

The cobbler was educated in Frankfurt and 
As we know the Germans are astute workers.

Recuperating after hitting his knee on a boulder
On a bed of Yasmin, he reclined and fed by maidens 
Some inhabitants came to him with clogs as a gift 
Exponentially happy he cried and was a happy man.

Yasmin

My best friend and I were always together. And now we can't do that because we have different schools. And I really miss her, all her advice and the times when she made me happy. She's the very best friend I've ever had.I can't take back the smiles.
I can't take back good times.
And I really don't know what to do,
I really miss you.
All our talks,
all our walks,
all our good jokes.
And now, there's no one to talk to.
And I really don't know what to do.
I really miss you...

In Grateful Appreciation

Yesterday before I went up to bed
I noticed an email that I hadn't read
It was from Soup thanking me
For sending them the PM fee
It must be a mistake or so I thought
They sent me something that I haven’t bought
I thought about what I would say 
And email them the very next day
I told a friend what the email said
And read her response before going to bed
She said that she was happy for me
You've had a gift; someone’s paid your fee
Whoever you are you've made my day
I’m lost for words don’t know what to say
Your very kind and generous act 
Will stay with me and that’s a fact.

Thank you.

Written 6th March 2018
For anonymous angels contest sponsored by Yasmin Malik.

Cleaved Haiku

   white breath of lilac | white lilac blooms            
I walk into native rain | dancing on my naked skin
 under a broken sky | sunbeams escaping       

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A Yasmin Khan and Mick Talbot collaboration.
For those not aware cleaved poetry must read as three stand-alone poems.

Tanka Duo Cleaved - Unity Realised

I weave rhapsodies   |  words dance before you
     Enshrining words on paper  |  obelisks of enlightenment
       Heartbeats quicken pulse  |  hark metered rhythm
   As i map stars with my quill  |  Ursa Major could guide me
    To rendezvous with cosmos  |   perhaps map a planet ‘B’

A cleaved tank duo can be read as one poem or 2 stand-alone tankas. This was a collaboration between Yasmin Khan, and myself. Yasmin is responsible for the tanka on the left.

The Month of May

I love the month of May

It is the month of flowers

Thanks for the April showers

It brought us  this garden full of colors

The month of May is outstanding

It is the fifth month of the year

January, February, March and April have passed

Soon June will come signalling

Half year have almost have gone

I do not like the months pass so quickly

Let us enjoy them as sweet and no hurry

Lets have happiness and joy

Lets enjoy the sun and the breeze

So month of May be slow to go

The month of May reminds of flowers

The marigold, the Azalea and the Yasmin

In Our Heart

Where we will find the boy
colored by our dreams?

He used to cut yasmin
in the words

He wear our fears
in a red tulip
in his hands...

And the day that we met
he put his hut
in our heart...

Vali Tsironi
(from my poetry book "Amphorae's of the sea" 1996, IOLKOS PUBLICATIONS)

Yasmin

She is a friend I hate to lose with
A quick glance and a tender smile,
Whom she caught me in a spell.
That I wish never to come out of

A soft voice, an unspoken love,
Across the way I see the true meaning
of friendship

Your kind face and the inner beauty is what I will treasure on my thoughts several generations to come

#favoriteamaizingbeautifullbuddy

That's what you are to me.
????you buddy

Orange and Olive

Olive and Orange 
From the years of 650 and onwards Andalusia 
Was a tolerant Arabic province, which even tolerated
the Jewish tradesmen pushing their handcarts on
cobble stones and the Christians with their infernal
 bells ringing on Sunday mornings. 
The three religions lived side my side in relative
harmony, one can say the following 300 years 
Andalusia and part of Algarve was an oasis of peace.
The Arab architecture is still there and in music 
one can still hear the Arabic influence not to forget
the poetry inspired in beautiful gardens with running 
water and cooling shade, where love was made and
in Yasmin scented afternoons.

Nothing lasts forever the Christian horde came with
their swords -the ISIS of the time- heads rolled in the sand
Andalusia became a Catholic nation, yet the echo of more
 a contemplative time lingers on. 
 This story was told to me by the oldest olive tree in the world 
 that lives in a valley of orange trees.

Hope For Better Harvest

Green field blossoms, food  will soon be on the table.





CONTEST:"Hope" sponsored by Yasmin  Khan .

Notes From Above

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for  contest "Hope"
sponsored by Yasmin Khan

Rainbow

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