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Where to? Just to walk?
Dressed in long garment like ghost?
A question mark in purse… gold!?
She preferred a walk!
Missed her crooked edgy boat!
Just went to walk down the road…
Looking at picture
In the hands of the painter
Van Gogh’s mystery nurtured
He drew her prayer…
In her purse she did question
Why!? Was just a tough question
Wondering how could
That happen in night’s second!
Hefty waters dashing… haunt!!
The chimney trembles!
An earthquake wakes up fixed days!
See a muddy unpaved ways?
Though all wide paved roads
Reach Britania’s bay… north?
Shown on left corner’s foot’s coy
Enlarge picture here…
Her garment is night-time sleep
See the shooting stars racing heap?
Umbrella is closed
Carried lest harsh rain is dropped
Fall signed surprises to roll…
The roof is breaking!
But picture of landscape’s tweak
Is seven degrees… earthquake’s squeeze!
What caused that earthquake?
Look close… hills’ dance! Wave!
Tsunamis launch big headache…
The sun’s round high rays
Amazing view! Beneath slate!
Above roof tops water stays!
Can’t take my eyes off
That white house’ name looks… hello!
Van Gogh meant… white house we know..!
The cleverest knew
Floods and blubbers can dash through
The Atlantic Ocean’s see through..!
Since past styles distort
But now all styles run the show
The broken boat… does not flow!
The ark as in boat..!!
Seems like Noah’s ark… didn’t row!
Got broken on hills… the road!
Looks like Broken Wa-
gon town fits show on sheer Van
Gogh’s print… water’s sketch grade’s class!
Under her smooth feet
Hilltops’ visage… very week...
Vast landscapes flattened… see here?
Till water recedes…
With hefty tears of few years
Trotting in Van Gogh’s tart dreams.
BY: Nadia F. Shahwan – September 2009. The portrait of “White House at night” by Vincent
Van Gogh was the inspiration of my poem-Seven Degrees.
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One more question… say
Could Mona resemble mount?
Appearing as a huge fount!
Could Lisa… if so
Resemble Li? A black horse!
The prettiest mount of all?
In Lishan’s bliss lap
Where hot springs foil blissful map
Lisa taken from Lishan?!
Lastly, could Mount Li
Be mirror mount in Far East
When Columbus spews soil’s meek?!
But I wonder how
Accurate old paintings are
Keys of clues for clever dart!
Awakening sleep-
ing giants in Middle East?!
A smart name! World’s deep history
Da Vinci did see
The beginning of the bliss
Future coming so fast… twinge?
It’s time to plant seeds
Of grains to bloom hefty pints
Of harmony beading fizz
Two thousand twelve… cheer
When peace makers garb the queer
With profound peaceful prayer…
Stampeding ugly
Prayers… so that “Sweet Rhyme” brings
Chaste lands together in peace.
By: Nadia F. Shahwan – September 2009. This poem has been inspired through observing the
portrait of Mona Lisa by Da Vinci.
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Pour love everywhere
Veer fairy lilies gently
Thrilling spring’s beauty
Plant white carnation
Daisies are chanting “Holy”
Freeing harmony
Pour love everywhere
Palm branches cuddle lily
Wine is spring’s honey
Plant dwarf gladiolus
A rosy crown is homey
Fairy’s sketch pretty.
By: Nadia Shahwan. This poem "Pour Love" won an honorable mention in June
2009, then became the winner in January 2010.
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My father...
You are a unique flower
This is how I keep you
In my heart forever
Until the sunset waves goodbye
My father...
You dwell now in the heart of Jesus Christ
Since with your strongest faith and blissful honor
You pleased our Lord, Jesus Christ, who
Visited your humble radiant home
In the middle of a calm night
And hugged your ardent soul
With an eternal blessing..
Your beautiful memory, my father, and
Your beautiful poetry will linger
Over Palestinian heights, your homeland,
And shine passionately forever.
This poetry was composed and translated to English and Spanish by his two daughters:
Suheila Zeidan and Nadia Shahwan in the memory of their father, Panayot Zeidan, who was
known as the poet of Palestine. He lived in Aruba for over twenty years working and
studying philosophy. He was a member in the Palestinian Book League, he worked as a
language teacher in addition to his small business as a merchant, and he composed
bounteous poetry that bloomed from his kernel with a great love for his country, Palestine.
Mi padre...
Usted es una flor única,
esto es cómo mantenerle en mi corazón para siempre,
hasta que despide de la puesta del sol.
Mi padre...
Usted detenerme ahora en el corazón de Jesucristo,
desde su fe más fuerte y dichosos honor;
complace nuestro Señor, Jesucristo,
que visitó su humilde casa radiante,
en medio de una noche tranquila
y abrazó a su alma ardiente
con una eterna blessing…
Su memoria hermosa, mi padre
y su poesía hermosa se
persistir en alturas de palestinas, su patria
y brillan apasionadamente para siempre.
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Mona Lisa is
Looking directly with fizz
Loving life more than slaying
Her bent left arm looks
Curving as rushed water goes
Few miles into Sinai cove
Her left side’s dark cheek
A map of bliss’ Middle East
Tsunami comes to seek rear
Big N is a road
Jordan River lifts thug load
The Dead Sea drinks a cup cold
Two lines cross center
Divide the picture’s structure
A pyramid’s top pixel
The world’s lavenders
Must have read the deep scriptures
Since it’s top invisible!
Tilt Mona at six
Dark clouds fill up soft basins
A new chapter, written with
Lean to quarter till
See nature’s wonders begin?
Two mountains are blending in
Prop her upward so
Seems relaxing on her board
Her nose bled for tomorrow
Her pale hair behind
Natural curls, severe freight
Compressing exotic loaf tight
Who’s praying behind?
For flowery peace’s kind?
Guess the Saint’s name without fright?
If slimming picture
Lengthwise… a blood line outlines
Looks alike to Mayan calc
Meditative smile!
Burga challenged Mona’s height
Alignment’s center’s bright
The sun greets meadows!
Sifting darkest clouds by force
Pretty brooks feed our Lord
With fraternal love!
Quilt lands wrap up joyful doves
A new world with profound buds.
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By: Nadia F. Shahwan – April 2009 -This poem reflects my innocent observation to analyze
the Mona Lisa's beauty.
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Saying Happy Birthday to you
Really flatters you and me too
Wishing you a joyous day
Memorable… Never to fray
Do enjoy every bit of it
Until you fall in love with it
One hundred years run it
Lug your pail and go for it
Walk straight with firm faith in heart
Jesus knows who does serve by heart
Happy Birthday to you my dear
Is my dear wish to you from here
Though my poem is simple to read
Hoping you grab it soon to read
With sensible spirit and with speed
Take a toast and remember those
Who still care for you the most
Never wish you ever go astray
But steadily accept warm allay
Pretty Texas has a home for you
Surely it does really fit you
You know now I still love you
See your path describes you
My house detests a busy mouse
See only angels enter my house
Pleasing Jesus who welcomes us
And all who comprehend not lust
Reach up for a blessed morning
Restoring moments with finest stories
Pleasant life indeed it is; not boring
Warm sensations do have true beauty
Have your champagne and toast
With friends who only know good
God is watching your path though
Your roots are drawn by one foot
Your stepmother wishes good for you
And finest hopes to hear from you
As a beautiful girl I remember you
So, study well and succeed for you
Stampede those who snagged you
A bright future is leading you
None will look backward and point
At a feather falling in a pink pond
But at every good deed you were fond of
Though snow can polish your smile more
Urges Jesus to cheer up with luck
And always shows you the pretty sun
Hoping to reply a thank you knot
At any time you read it with fun
Light up your candle with utmost kindness
Please dare to make a wish for goodness
See God can read only best candid wishes
That foil your pretty heart with happiness.
By: Nadia F. Shahwan –Note: Logging into Lulupoetry.com to edit few stanzas was
unfortunate.
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Drop picture till six
The land like Pokémon kills
Nearing a tornado’s kiss?
Lift picture to three
The earth seems a lot different
And looks extreme wilderness!
Turn picture upward
Rapid rivers dash inward
Floods hit mountains and stumble!
See Ottoman cries!
Its history in Palestine
Breaks loudly a hurting cry!
Until the see twirls
Syrian shores to Lake Err!
In one tsunami fits in!
Turn picture around
Look at it from the back side
Night time is facing big sigh!
Walk around clockwise
Walk around counter clock’s wise
What’s the difference at bright?
Look carefully at
While standing behind that
Her shoulders and her two arms
South America?
Thirst for the Atlantic’s tap
See a side face that had trapped?
Is there another mountain?
Leaking black gas surrounding
Happy carnival, walking?
See the dancing sleeves?
While wild fire nears the streets
On her leaning arm as seen?
The plate is moving!
South America swimming?
The south is wetting valleys!
Would waters sink in?
Reaching Amazon’s region
From the forest’s province?
Incline her to three
See volcano born from sea?
Crafting her right cheek’s sad fear?
Is it Gibraltar?
Suddenly speaks, spreads horror
Causing Mona Lisa’s shock?
Tilt her down to six
See Morocco’s beaches quick?
Nearing the west in a blink?
Or causing that lint
To near Africa’s dark flint?
Marrying mounts in a blink?
Prop to quarter till
Watch! The height of the waves bring
Over Mona’s head curving!
Prop her upward to
See again what had done to
See fire rocks drop next to!
Is she hugging babe?
Alive or faint but looks dead?
Leaning on her charm screen scared?
She’s holding a rose!
Or holding one stem of corn?
Looks like child’s hand overall!
Near a villager’s
Boat on top of the mountain
Does sail or drifts to go float?
But, a pyramid
More likely to look amid
Mountain tops and gardens’ bits!
Spin picture right this
Minute, a serpent showing
Behind two wed couples’ kiss!
Aruba under
Her nose moving to northeast
Survives a great flood beneath!
Walk ahead the screen
See Mona is still weeping
For two thousand twelve... searching!
By: Nadia F. Shahwan – April 2009. Note: This is an innocent discovery to analyze the
beauty of the famous Mona Lisa by Van Gogh.
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Her mysterious smile!
Spoke revolting silence’s bile
Prior to chewing her file
Magnificent eyes
Though eyeshades exiled brief style
What words did she store in sigh?!
Tranquilly resting
Soft poems she grasps quickly
Portraying warm monarchy
Her choka poems knew who!?
Her signature revealed two
Fingers are syllables’ queue
Mona Lisa heard
Thunders laminate trajet
Dehiscing Alps behind her
Rivers grow at once
Meadows steam in an instance
Melting flexible substance
The French bridge slithers
TGV rushing jewels
Challenging wind’s high fevers
Steaming beach can bleach
Baking landscapes and seaweed
Stampeding music beneath
Is the collider
Baking tears six feet under?
Shown at left elbow’s corner
If you look at the
Print one foot far… turn over
See… falling dizzy comet?
Where did she go to?
Riding her chariot’s furrow?
To church? Her hands’ prayer fold
Her wedding ring is
Cherished with great love for him
Their children behind singing
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By: Nadia F. Shahwan - April 2009. Note: This is an innocent discovery of the Mona Lisa's
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Sketching a slope line
From sunset to zigzag’s hive!
Crying beaches under sky!
As shown in Mona’s
Left eye, crying lavenders
And sweet melodies cry Christ!
Where Mount Carmel sighs
Sweet wrinkled gardens to cry?
Reigns safe in the heart of Christ…
Mona Lisa’s cries
She’s a seer’s heaven’s gray sky
Saturn gave her that rare smile!!
Was Mona pale? Or night?
Seeing everything with freight!
After midnight’s express’ sight!!
She saw a dark loop
Approaching Saturn’s bright hoop
See her supple wet cheek’s gloom!?
The new sun’s alight
Straight line with Saturn’s smooth blight
Her soft nose like a clock strikes!!
Her ears were out of sight
See her dark chin’s line was sliced!!
Pasted a new face in light!
She was a dear queen
Hugged Europe on her flat screen
She was pregnant, then deceased!!
No nail polish what so far!
Poised in dignity… Not bar
Foreseeing future’s far star!!
Her elbows can swing
Gigantic galaxy’s hint!!
Nursing ours in a blink!!!
Had she reached dead end?
The whole scriptures were fulfilled
Cleansing filthiness ahead
Look through first layer
Gently!! Her face is supple
Surprisingly beautiful
She’s a true Christian
Who’d dare look behind picture?
Three story books…Her lecture!
Da Vinci taught her
Wisdom, as he saw the heir!
Since his childhood, he knew her!!
Why did he hide real
Picture? Mona’s bliss temple?!
Da Vinci’s sacred Christian
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By: Nadia F. Shahwan - April 2009. Note: This is an innocent discovery of Mona Lisa's beauty.
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Mona Lisa why?
Mona Lisa loves sunshine
Rather, speechlessly cries… Why!?
See her left side’s show?
A scared girl’s face through window?!
With her straight blond hair does stroll?
Looking at the sky!?
Where darkness swivels to shine!
Strangely with enormous fright!!
Weirdly, heaven’s daze!?
Scares children as in chess mate!?
Gazing speechless and in vain!?
There’s lunar eclipse?
Behind her right sad eye’s wink
Over a dancer’s hybrid!
See her right thumb seems
A barge or a submarine
Off the cost line drifted in!?
See her right pinky?
Blistered for testing hot sea
Yet does not yelp for any!?
What was she thinking?
Was she hypnotized quickly?
Or shocked with painful heckling?
Tilt her to her right
Her right shoulder shows might
When the Red Sea slides inside!
Tilt her down to six
See the Black Sea draining its
River down curly stream quick?!
See the small bright dots?
Planets aligning below her smock
Attending all featured folk!?
Carefully look at!!!
Away from your face one foot far!!!
Get a pair of scissors and…
Exhume her upside
Down composure for a while!
Could a nail asteroid breach bile!!!
Until mudslides fill
In the huge gap as though it
Looks like collider’s strange zit!!!
Splits the atmosphere
As if dividing soil beneath
Dazzling earth was once believed!!
Carefully just glimpse!!!
See a comet passing quick!!
Or an edge of a ringlet!!
Does not slap the earth
For heaven’s and saints’ dear sake
Drifted slowly by strong faith!!
Tilt to quarter till
Volcano Mountain leaks gas!
Shown under her sliced thin chin
Lava slides down hill?!
When snow covers the land’s bin
In Mediterranean’s fin!
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