The Green Balcony - Thursday Poets Rally Week 59

 The Green Balcony - 

A Heart beating with Love

Laughing and raising his Glass

Heedless of questions of feelings 

Asking only about his journey.

Happy heart took me tirelessly

to build me a green balcony 

Greenness that beats with a song 

A song that touches my sadness
Building in my broken conscience
Fixing in my disturbed intentions
Hiding from me, my bad memories

Then forces my sorrow to flee 

Escape away from me
Only tenderness and solved problems
Stay untouched ... -

To let me again raise my glass
With proud and happiness

 ....
Happy New Year everybody.
I hope that the new year brings a smile to you and your loved one's faces. 

Shared with: Thursday Poets Rally Week 59

Tweet © 2010-2011

The burdens of meeting - Acceptance <> Forgiveness

That was not the promise 

Mournful prayers are to be send 

above the flames of longing 

If not for some of my tears 

That still draw for me 

"The beautiful YOU"

I would not pray for you 

If not for some nostalgia of kisses

That i still seek in your darkness 

I would not show up like this

The promise in the meetings

should not be like this 

Meeting you on secrets

Speaking to you in whispers 

Hiding our desires from others  

Only seeking our selves 

in the past. 

If not for the few of mercy 

that remains in my broken heart 

I wouldn't follow the wailing path. 

 ----

Tweet © 2010-2011

Submitted to dVerse Poets: Meeting the Bar (Contrast) with Victoria C. Slotto

S H A D I T I Q U E

Family Legacy - Perfect Poet Award Week 57

Lofty, still standing, 

even after the fall of the people 

The bloods and wounds

blinds the eyes of family 

& the wounds in the soul remains.

I knew I would bring courage

back to our Family

It skipped many many generations

before it finely landed on me!

They call me the brave one

I will not hide when there is thunder

I will not shake or go under

My poem: Convince Yourself won Perfect Poet Award Week 57

Thank you Thursday Poets Rally

 I nominate Black Swan Poetry for the next award.

Tweet © 2010-2011

Convince yourself

When you see them

look deep into the kindness

& sweetness in our Souls 

Then you would know that, 

They cannot tolerate our happiness

Then consider that as a mild earthquake 

& remember to smile. 

Think of them as a light that 

shines between combined black clouds 

They admire the purity of our hearts

and the attractiveness of our words

Long looks, Confusing habits 

Suspicious emotions, Speaking looks 

with yellowish smiles -

Will not lead you to confrontation 

but to smile back and forgive. 

Shared with Thursday Poets Rally week 57

Tweet © 2010-2011

Burned again

Hehe hehe

Poor me

I thought I learned a lot

Life is so hard to live in 

I Learned nothing 

Burned a lot 

Sadly what life brings

Without please is burning heats. 

How is't to be nice 

And hurt or burn 

In the name of Love

You might admit as-well 

That life is hard to be in. 

Every kiss is hidden in the night 

Every promis is forgotten in the morning

Only questions stays to be asked

Only I know the answers 

But let me ask you, what have I learned? 

I learned a lot, but nothing yet. 

Tweet © 2010-2011

Waiting

After watching you glow 

After waiting under the old tree

I cried .. Would you just write back

Humming the old love song

Whatever you want to do 

Is OK with me

Just let me hear from you

I will wait and be the one you 

Want to run back to

In any time, in any place

I will cry and wait. 

Let's stay connected, loving 

Our journey in it's sadness

is giving to us as a joy. 

I wouldn't run alone 

Enough for me to wait and cry. 

Tweet © 2010-2011

Harbor Life

The Combination stood, looked how I cry

on the coast of glory alone

and builders of the old buildings

left me, when the Challenge

suffer alone

She stood

We should be ashamed, harbor life,

and enough that shame, we escaped

She was mourning the days
of happiness and glory. 

We are still suffering

from the horror of the nodal

She stood

talking about itself, with a song

the lyrics braked in to our souls,

but we did not run to her

Waited years to come back to her

give her the oldest friendly

Whenever, the Queen returns,

I will work on Qualifying myself

for the completion of the promise

And a present for never land,

No, degradation!

There will never be a fugitive
between us from Covenant,

a not lax in us,

or not lying on challenge time

Almighty of God, bless her

Sublime we haven't seen patience

as her patience,

Do not Grieve... You are free

Will those human-beings

appreciate you ever

You are the safe

it's not in Justice that they inherit you

Thus ... without begging

Wrote these lines for my home country Somalia © 2007

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ShadiatiQue © 2010-2011

I preferred in my Life ... to forget

Admonition

all I hear from you is admonition

so NO admonition

Let's not mention the purgatory

Let's not remember Love

I preferred in my life ... to forget

I am tired of pains

I am fed up and in the blind

I miss my days .. where I smiled

I do not go looking for you ... anymore

Just stay in your place

Do not talk to me about your pains

And not tell me about your longings

Do not care about your affairs ... or mistakes

I do not go looking for you ... anymore

Do not reproach

Let's not mention purgatory

Let's not remember Love

I preferred in my Life ... to forget

Have mercy on me from your words

And do not split my heart with your words

I do not hear you moaning ... anymore

Because ...

I do not go looking for you ... anymore

I remember as I gave you my heart

Or as the day I dedicated my Love to you

You promised that you would not hurt me

Oh, How I lived in aspirations of the past

And I was alone ... I cry for myself

Crying the stolen aspirations

I do not go looking for you ... anymore

.

Tweet

© 2010-2011

Do not make fun

If I decide to throw myself
in to your hell. 

If I just accept the fact
 of you overwhelming me with Love.

Let's say my mind will only follow you

& I would just walk around the world

seeking your passion.

Then I would walk back home in search of you
While every child I walk across calls me creepy

Then ... 

Do not make fun of my pain

Do not afflict my pain

Because what if you one day switch places
What if it happens to you one day
and you feel my pain,
became mad like me.

I would not make fun of your
 I would be pleased by your Love

Would never make fun
of the intensity and madness

of longing

Desire or passion is ...

Like the gardens and silks of the Lord

Created as an award for us,
despite our madness in love.

An old one. I hope you like it. 

Tweet © 2010-2011

Shining Star

My friend

What if you get tired from the world

And be satisfied with me. 

What if you get interested in me

walked towards me 

My friend

What if it you become satisfied in this world

What if I convict you, that with me you might forget 

My dear, I am ...

unique by nature and no one is like me 

I am like those who have their hearts in their hands

They give away their hearts to whom they like and Love

I am .. as you see me

I walk on the green carpet that is bend like Heaven 

Dancing to the music, that's only to be played in Heaven,

I'm mostly like a picture that been drawn by Angels.

And I am like that star ,
that had captured many astronomers hearts 

But also a star that shines only to one
whose passion and sorrow she dies for  

 I do pray for you 

& ask God to relieve from your heart

He would accept from me.
I do not suspect my heart.

Tweet

© 2010-2011

Radio

Standing on a chair 

trying to reach the radio 

Appears angry and in a rush

She reaches the radio

and starts to change between it's channels. 

Then looks at the clock on her hand 

and starts to hit the radio 

while mumbling some ugly words. 

Finely she finds the channel, 

It is the music she likes, 

runs out to call the friends, 

to listen with her.

You ignorant of what you see 

Houses appears dormant 

until the evening. 

Families get together for this 

sound to sing and dance. 

Fantasying, imagining the dresses 

of the female singer and how elegant

 the musicians would look like.

  

 Tweet © 2010-2011

A Person

A normal person

Used to have the ability

To invest in love

To discuss relationships

To forget pain 

And to conspire life

This ordinary person

Used to hear a call

That tells about survival

Used to have the euphoria of survival

Could hear complaints from people

And would call for them to stay wherever

NOW

Remains of a person

Left with his dreams

He lost his voice.

with his ignorance

and quiescence.

OpenLinkNight at dVerse Poets Pub

Tweet © 2010-2011

Modesty

I've been told 

the finest dress a woman 

can wear is the dress 

of Shyness and modesty 

It's pure and elegant they say.

My dear, 

Whisperers of my humble modesty

are dedicated to you, without shame

Only shyness, I feel when I'm with you. 

Maybe when I experience a certain 

moment with you. 

Is it my purity or is't how you easily

can lead me to a feeling that invites 

every confused heart with his muse 

to a love ceremony. 

With humble music, I dance with timidity 

around the smiling faces, 

While I'm dressed 

with my finest dress. 

Tweet © 2010-2011

Requests in September

Here arrives the September

wearing the dress of Fall

The Foliage covering all the sidewalks

hiding the impacts of our footsteps

Blocking from our eyes

the great memories of summer.

He stood there, the one

Who still sends his old requests

To the Lord.

I do only worship you my God

& I know that I have a destiny

I will soon meet.

God I knew my memories can be forgotten

But I never thought that memories

can be hidden.

Why would you send the wind

or the foliage to stand between me

and my unforgotable days.

Tweet © 2010-2011

Almost forgiving

Always comes to me

Begging .. kneeling infront of me

Raising his hands to me

Flowers had covered his eyes
Eyes were filled with tears

Kneeling in front of me

Raising flowers to me

And almost were choking in the words

Fine and kind words

Supplicant and compassionate words

Words were choking ... and throttling his voice

While asking for forgiveness!

I would forgive you my beloved

 if you just give me my heart back
& leave me in this tragedy

 Shared with: d’Verse Poets’ Pub   

Tweet © 2010-2011

Behind the Walls

I wish I meet the moon again

to tell him what the sun did to me. 

My heart is alone, and my hands shakes.

Walls behind the walls, and my eyes 

disappears while hiding behind the windows

Who allowed the Sun to control us?

Will we ever achieve our safe nights?

I wish the moon knocks on my door again

to let it be a new moment of hope.

How will the nights return?

My fear, Stands between me and my

freedom and the moonlight. 

Tweet © 2010-2011

The Crack

Between every waft and gust

You could hear a crack

of voices of men & women, 

as they carry their children 

despite the split and bang. 

Every waft carries to you 

the husky voices while humming

songs from time of liberty

despite every rift and jag.

You would crack for a moment 

but you would go on with your life

and they will still twist a tear 

for each gust and crack. 

   

Tweet © July 2011

For the drought victims in East Africa

d’Verse Poets’ Pub   

 is now welcoming new poets, join us. 

Happy July 1st.

On July 1, 1960, Somalias independence day.

 



Somalia before the civil war.



Tweet © 2010



Tempting illusions

After the sun of the afternoon

and before the sunset

we would speed up

in our steps,

towards the night

of our loneliness.

Leaving the sign of our sadness

that the daytime marked

on our forehead

a sign of our youth,

which was short.

The youth was not permanent

but the grief remains

in our souls.

However my illusions

made the world

much more tempting

to survive every-day!

Quicker to the night

where the joy of the dances

where the effects of the day

would not be seen.

Tweet © 2011

Five minutes

After playing this piece of music

accompanied by my mournful voice.

I decided to travel the world as tourist.

Wherever my destiny takes me

I'll just close my eyes

 and fly over the world!

I'll take some of me

to experience with me,

Some of my quick five minutes

of a dream!

When one is not able

to make anything.

One can dream, and depend

on his share in the world of dreams.

  

Only from the first glimpse 

I caught a glimpse of your joy

Joy and happiness dancing

with my music

My passionate heart

experienced with you the love

that led to escape 

to close my eyes

to take five minutes

from life

to dream away.

After this piece

wherever my destiny takes me!

 

Tweet © 2010

Persuasion

Thank God

I still have the echo of my voice

Allthough my breath is still in flame,

burning for the old nostalgia.

Thank God,

for being only close to the misery

only struggeling

with feelings of boredom

not yet dead of waiting

but only regretting.

Thank God,

I can still convince myself

That there is a meeting

after each farewell.

-

Tweet © 2011

A kiss from hell

As the rumor tells us,

There were a village,

known for their high palm trees.

Only well motivated young people

would bother themselfs to climb the trees,

and enjoy the delicious dates.

With the impulsive youths hearts

We can take sheets to cover the trees

To watch the village from above

to watch the old farmer in the fields

While he kisses the wife, a kiss from hell.

Tweet © 2010

My eyes

With your proud voice

you always tell me,

that you can read in my eyes

You can see my love to you

trough my eyes

And my longing too.

The yearning nights to meet you

are to be found in my eyes!

While the tears of loneliness

Filling my eyes with fear

of losing you!

Can you see,

My dispersed thoughts

Whenever you break up

the limits of my jealousy.

Break the habit,

and show me How

to control the jealousy

that you've costed me.

Tweet © 2010

Strength to be patient

Nothing much left in me

Your power had not remained

anything in me.

I'm waiting for this parade

to pass me, to see what you left me

Nothing much left in me

Just some of the light of my eyes,

that I wouldn't need, to see through

I will give the light to you

and some of the strength of

my willpower. Don't burn them

or take the hope from them.

Take care of them!

Some of me eagerly wanders

to seek you in the parade,

call you, with my unheard voice.

Ask you to give me

some of your mercy,

and strength to be patient

So what left in me wouldn't

float on the sea.

-

For the people of Japan -  Tweet © 2011

Influenced by ... !

Few steps between you and I

If you approache, you will regret.

Few things we must identify

like our principles or values

We must renew our promises!

Are you surprised?

Let's not, shall we?

Inspiring revolutions

around the world.

Allows me to give a

taste test of these

and bring revolutions

to our "home".

Patience,

within my weak body,

Will be valued with a relieved pain

This is not rebellion

against the dominator

Only a desire after an

understanding, supporting

lover at home.

Tweet © 2010

The new tomb

A new tomb is on

the verge of completion

of drilling, who's dead?

Some remains of

the remains of victims

from the last battle,

lying there before

being burried.

But the new tomb

is finished who will

they burry today.

Many many victims

died together,

Their bones and blood

are all mixed together.

They were not jurists

or experienced politicans

or preachers,

or ascetics,

or great worshipers

They were citizens

random citizens

their pure blood

are now mixed.

But they only dug

one grave, one tomb
Who's the one,
that will rest in it?

When they were alive

The earth was tight under them

and on their living needs.

They used to share

the worry and stress

their minutes of joy

and years of sadness

Is it possible also

to share one grave now!

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Festival of Sleep - 2 -

- 2 -

I have nothing left,

but to sleep!

This is not my love

to sleep, and me being lazy.

But to recall your spirit

to rediscover your gentle soul

to see you, only you!

in my dreams

I wish right now, to be visited
by the king of Sleep,

order me to sleep,

See you in the dream

I will dream of you,

lying on the bed of happiness

Lying on the light and serenity.

I did not find that

is the way to in order
to satisfy my instinct

In order to create a better self-

of the spirit of childhood inside me.

Only to see you,

For renewing your photo

And restoration of the huge,

statue of you in my mind.

I would not hide

I try to look at you for

reshaping your look and features

as an intensive look of you

to let me live until tomorrow.

I devised many ways

to revive your picture's

remains in my memory.

That's why,
I rush in to sleep

Tweet © 2010

These are the second lines of "Festival of Sleep". 

Read the first part of Festival of Sleep -1-  

I hope you enjoy them.

Submitted for Jingle’s Poetry Potluck

Festival of Sleep - 1 -

- 1 -

Here I am,

Getting ready to sleep

And the night did not redressed yet

Calmness shakes me now

Darkness in the place

And all the creations are slept

Well, I finished,

Getting my bed, ready for me

which has long complained about me

The time is not twelve yet

There is still plenty of time.

Then,why would

I hurry in to sleep?!

I do not know!

All I know is that,

I run away to sleep

To feel the calm

To hibernate,

To silence.

Whenever I miss you.

And,

perhaps hurry on,

to see you in my dreams.

In clothes full of snobbery,

love and happiness,

You walk with pride

Of charm

and attraction.

So,

I have nothing left,

but to sleep!

These are the first lines of "Festival of Sleep".

There will be more. Just click on the lable called

"Festival of Sleep". I hope you enjoy them.