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Member Poetry / Love Poems
« on: October 12, 2009, 11:51:30 PM »
MUSING
As the brightness of your thoughts
Blind my sight
As the echoes of your poems
Awake the sage in me
As fluorescence of your portraits
Haunt me in my dreams
As the benevolence of your smiles
Tickle the mucus of my brain
As the countenance of your sways
Stir passionate fluids in my heart
As the magnificence of your voice
Push me further from the folds of sanity
Your BEING descends
And engulfs my BEING
I shiver, I wail, I laugh and I think
“I will seize her by the neck
Tie unto a stake
Strike her with whips of karangiya*
Mutilate her, maltreat her, malhandle her…
…till she chooses to dance to the rhythm of my beats
*Thorns
WEB OF LOVE
(For Sa’adat)
Didn’t the poet
Wear the sight of saints
To see beyond the face of the sun?
Didn’t the poet
Don the garb of mourning
To dance the kiss of death?
Didn’t the poet
Gulp the drink of madness
To sing the song of songs?
All, for the poetess’s sake?
Is that why
He swaggered
Staggered
Tumbled
Rumbled
And crashed
Into the wilderness as dust of dusk?
Could it equally be why?
He was slapped, smashed, chained and hanged
Across the seven stakes
In the Web of Love?
RIPPLES
The deafening silence of night
Sharpen the blades that carve
The melodious sounds:
Da sunan rabbu zan fara wakata
Haba waka zan yi gun tauraruwata
By the throw of the lyrical spear:
Tunaninki fa shine abincina
Begenki fa shine ruwanshana
Shiny rays assemble
And permeate through the guarded walls
Furucina nakeyi yau da gaske
Duk a sammai ba abunda ya kaiki haske
Penetrated into the inner recesses of the orb
Softened the subtle fangs
And forced a smile on gloomy face
Behold
The lovely chants
Like a hoppy jump
Into a stagnant pond
Stirred rosy ripples
In a lonely heart
I WOULD NOT MIND…
Safiyyat
I would not mind
If you give me your face
I would not mind to cut to pieces:
Slice off your long pointed nose
Soak it in vanilla ice cream
And swallow it up
I would not mind;
To plant a tulip of poetry
On your lips
Pick up your eyes and paint on them
The poems of my heart
I would not mind;
To sculpt a verse of love on your cheeks
And hang it where it will swing freely in my heart
And the essence of your face
I’ll gather together, bake, smear in honey
And chew as the gum of love
Then I’ll rise through the pillars of bliss, fed with love
And chant Ayyuruuruiii *
Or does that sound odd?
I would not mind
If you will give me your face
Even if you have to cut it
Off your head with a blade
As long as that blade,
Is the sharpest blade of love
I would not mind
Saffiyat
I would not mind
As the brightness of your thoughts
Blind my sight
As the echoes of your poems
Awake the sage in me
As fluorescence of your portraits
Haunt me in my dreams
As the benevolence of your smiles
Tickle the mucus of my brain
As the countenance of your sways
Stir passionate fluids in my heart
As the magnificence of your voice
Push me further from the folds of sanity
Your BEING descends
And engulfs my BEING
I shiver, I wail, I laugh and I think
“I will seize her by the neck
Tie unto a stake
Strike her with whips of karangiya*
Mutilate her, maltreat her, malhandle her…
…till she chooses to dance to the rhythm of my beats
*Thorns
WEB OF LOVE
(For Sa’adat)
Didn’t the poet
Wear the sight of saints
To see beyond the face of the sun?
Didn’t the poet
Don the garb of mourning
To dance the kiss of death?
Didn’t the poet
Gulp the drink of madness
To sing the song of songs?
All, for the poetess’s sake?
Is that why
He swaggered
Staggered
Tumbled
Rumbled
And crashed
Into the wilderness as dust of dusk?
Could it equally be why?
He was slapped, smashed, chained and hanged
Across the seven stakes
In the Web of Love?
RIPPLES
The deafening silence of night
Sharpen the blades that carve
The melodious sounds:
Da sunan rabbu zan fara wakata
Haba waka zan yi gun tauraruwata
By the throw of the lyrical spear:
Tunaninki fa shine abincina
Begenki fa shine ruwanshana
Shiny rays assemble
And permeate through the guarded walls
Furucina nakeyi yau da gaske
Duk a sammai ba abunda ya kaiki haske
Penetrated into the inner recesses of the orb
Softened the subtle fangs
And forced a smile on gloomy face
Behold
The lovely chants
Like a hoppy jump
Into a stagnant pond
Stirred rosy ripples
In a lonely heart
I WOULD NOT MIND…
Safiyyat
I would not mind
If you give me your face
I would not mind to cut to pieces:
Slice off your long pointed nose
Soak it in vanilla ice cream
And swallow it up
I would not mind;
To plant a tulip of poetry
On your lips
Pick up your eyes and paint on them
The poems of my heart
I would not mind;
To sculpt a verse of love on your cheeks
And hang it where it will swing freely in my heart
And the essence of your face
I’ll gather together, bake, smear in honey
And chew as the gum of love
Then I’ll rise through the pillars of bliss, fed with love
And chant Ayyuruuruiii *
Or does that sound odd?
I would not mind
If you will give me your face
Even if you have to cut it
Off your head with a blade
As long as that blade,
Is the sharpest blade of love
I would not mind
Saffiyat
I would not mind