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Best Poems Written by Mar'yam Thaoban

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Teach Me

Teach Me
How to love and live life 
Like it is meant to be lived. 
Teach me how to call your name
In that way that reaches the depth of your heart. 

Please teach me
How to hold you tight 
Without crushing the tenderness
Of your touch
Or squeezing the silkness of your feel

Pray teach me how
To sing, to pray, to dance
And to beat the drums
In joyous language 
Only you understand. 

Dear, teach me how
To make me feel like
Every woman deserve to feel
Without fleeing from
Hand to hand or Land to seas. 

I beg thee to teach me
How to hold that pen
And scribble those words
That tears at man's heart
In sweet misery and honest treachery. 

Teach me how
To speak to
The hearts of man
In manners that
Would leave man wanting.

Please teach me
To let go of those memories
Warm Moments
And timeless times
Before I forsake my sanity. 

©NobleHeart

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Bell of Purpose

Purpose, Drive , Focus,
Mission, Vision, Dreams...
These keep me tossing on my bed
Each night.
I thought night time
Is for rest, and day for work.
No, I am wrong 'coz I never get to sleep
For my dreams are dreams to be dreamt awake.
And, If I dare fall asleep,
I get into a mare; day or night.
Purpose wouldn't even let me,
He Drives me to Focus on the Mission
To achieve my Vision,
The one I keep dreaming about; awake, remember?
Purpose, Drive, Focus, Mission, Vision, Dreams...
You see,
I Drive myself hard to find my Purpose
And Stay wide woke to maintain my Focus
For no Mission can be achieved without a Vision
And no Dream without a D and a P and an F, M and V.
Now, that is no literal spelling of a dream but
That is how to spell your Dream
 to come through.
Purpose, Drive, Focus, Mission, Vision, Dreams...
I know now these words ring a bell in your head
Your heart and deep down there in your mind.
Good,
For you need to be Driven by 
A Purpose and to Focus on your Mission 
to achieve your Vision 
so your Dreams can come true.
I would ring the bell one last time 
and I pray it sticks too;
Purpose, Drive, Focus, Mission, Vision, Dreams...
©NobleHeart (Mar'yam Thaoban)

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Crimes of Innocence

For what crimes
Are they being made
To suffer? 
Tell me! 

Tell me!  oh driver to the world
Why bring him forth
While within you lies the knowledge 
Of the crimes he committed not? 

Confess to the world 
Oh carrier of the unheavy burden, 
How huge a crime 
Is being innocent. 

Please say, 
What you know of the crimes
Of newness and pureness
And innocence and freshness. 

Mother they call you. 
Nay, Murderer you are! 
Why summon he whose presence
You despise in wicked essence? 

So I ask again! 
For what crimes 
Are they paying 
This heavy price

Of abandonment
Of Starvation
Of denial 
Of abuse? 

For what crimes 
Are they being punished
In madness and cruelty 
While you decide their fate over tea. 

For what crime 
Was he dumped in a bag? 
Why did you leave her hanging down that rail? 
Why did you scar him so bad? 
Why drop his form in that sewer? 
While he's almost as big as you were
When you were brought forth 
To this world
Where you've grown to be inhumane. 

Why oh why!
Oh murderous mother! 
And you treacherous father! 
What crimes do you kill them for? Tell Me! 

©NobleHeart

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Sour-Love Recipe

Love 
After all is just a word, 
Boiled to mean feelings 
Which can cut like a sword, 
Or simply leave one reeling
In ecstacy, 
Or sane insanity. 
It has a sweet taste too
Which only the heart can tell 
But the body can feel
And the hands can touch too. 
But it does go sour. 
Yes! Indeed it does;
Add a little selfishness
A pint of forgetfulness 
Large amount of lies
Deciet or simple pretense. 
Remember to add Lust
Which leaves love to rust, 
You can add a little trust 
That which already is lost. 
Envy, anger and jealousy
Are to be added in large quantity. 
Remember the all-mighty pride, 
The only ingredient to set the tide
For a journey of no love lost. 

©NobleHeart

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I Am Poetry

Hearts are Arts
For He-arts and s-he-arts
Beating to the rhythm of life, 
Rhyming in pumps, full of lire.

Arts have heArts
For where is the life
In art without hearts
Speaking directly to the soul? 

The rhythm would be lost
In those running lines,
Rhymes would hold no sway
If Arts have no hearts.

I am Poetry,
Written in beautiful lines
Of verses, stanzas,
Rhythm and Rhymes your heart dances to.

In the depth of your eyes I find my existence
And the helm of your soul houses my essence.
I am those words you string together
To give life to your muse

And the lines, 
Awaiting your sonorous voice
To feed me to the winds
And bare me to shaken souls. 

I am those verses
Arranged on the heart of your page
Rhymed, Free, blank,
Couplet, sonnet or tercet.

I am the figures
Beautifying your speeches, 
Adding colors, wealth
Depth and wisdom to your words.

I am a piece of art;
Poetry like pottery, 
Molded by the Master.
I am the Master's piece masterpiece.

I am Poetry!
A work of heartful art personified.

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Brok-En-Gaged

Maybe our shattered pieces
Are puzzles to be arranged
Into a fine art - a whole heart.
Maybe, the missing fragments
Of our dreams are lost
Only to be found where our hearts both rest.
Perhaps,
Our losses aren't at all
Rather, beautiful inks yet to be spilled.
And our tears, a compass
To chart our course
While tracing those lines down our cheeks.
Perchance, our lives aren't for us to live
And our Love,
A known symbol never to be found.
It doesn't matter anyway.
Our story would forever be untold.
©NobleHeart
Mar'yam Thaoban

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Al Jaliyya: This Is Not the Girl I Know

I remember a little girl;
Beautiful and brilliant. 
Growing up with her was fun, 
I was the big sis after all.

I remember when you had that fall
The one where your chin had to be stitched, 
I cried and hurt so bad
While you bore the pains and I watched helpless.

I actually felt like hurting the nurse too, 
That was how much I couldn't bear
To see you in pain or in tears.
But you were brave through it all; even stronger than I was.

Twenty years later;
Not one lesser, not two more
I find not the girl I remember
But a woman, stronger and braver.

You were beautiful; but now more,
You were kind, smart and dutiful
And now those words do justice to your person no more
They're simply understatements!

Oh Hudallah!
Mother of Abdullah
Offspring of Thaoban and Hannah
May your life be filled with hudha Llah

This woman I now know
The one who was a girl I knew
Is not the girl I know
This, is but a woman I admire!

©NobleHeart (Mar'yam Thaoban)

*hudha Llah in L4S6 above means God's guidance.

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I Sold My Heart

I sold my heart to one 
It was bought by another
Claimed by a number
While it remains in my possession.
My heart belongs to an owner
Locked in a cage
To prevent its shattered pieces
From piercing innocently 
In a guilty manner
Unsuspecting passersby. 
Yet some tidbits
Find their way out 
Through cracks 
In the wall
Still. 
My heart had been shattered 
Once, 
I left the pieces 
Scattered 
In the wall
But more guarded
Now ever than before. 
Each piece made a whole
Nurtured to heal
In peace. 
My heart is whole
I hope you know
True that it's in pieces 
Each a part of a whole. 
But then its owned by none
Except the owner
Yet, its fate lies with one
And no other. 
My heart is healed
Hear me, 
No longer in ruins
Believe me, 
The pieces made it
More beautiful even
And now it loves
Wholly apiece, 
Each piece loving
And Living
As the part of a whole
To make it whole. 

©NobleHeart

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One Way Back

I've found my way back there,
To the time 
When innocence was pure, 
Not tainted 
With a little or more guilt.
To when the eyes could tell you 
Of what tomorrow holds 
While the heart guides its steps. 
Once lost, 
I found my path 
Threaded but untarred, 
Worn, rough, 
With little shrubs here and there.
The only steps I found there 
Were mine still, 
So I traced my way down 
To the start, 
To pick what I left behind.

 Mar'yam Thaoban 
NobleHeart