Remembering & Witnessing

Remembering & Witnessing - d'Verse Poets

I am a human being bored of thinking 

I wake up in my days of health 

To continue in  my wandering

From the suburbs of remembering and witnessing

too proud of the wound.
So I smile. 

Forgetfulness is living in a gloom

I have learned from the arrogance of my wounds.

I refuse to be ...

Just white papers in the anniversary book

I refuse to be ...

Just a drowned with no fear of the wetness!

Hey (I) female ... I resign!

Of the possibilities of life!

From speculation of your femininity

Hey (I) female, in my inspiration

it is like an olive tree

that is heavy of snow

I live in the slums of the massacres

To become a dam in the wind.

So I smile. 

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Shared with Open Link Night

d'Verse Poets' Pub,

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2017

Burlesque -

Does he ever hear you?

When you take that position,

When you make that face

close your eyes

fold your hands

turn to him like that.

Does he ever hear you,

or does he ever say something back to you?

When you face the forgiver,

and ask to settle this turbulence in heart.

I hear you, even tho'

your prayers are not for me 

I hear you, as if it's like emulation

as if I'm in between this echo of simulation. 

Turn to me, I might change 

this burlesque in life.

Face me, close your eyes.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2015

Wandering - Falling 2 -

Once they asked me

If I still believe, that the Creator 

may have created many more others than her. 

All I know that he created me only for her.

What I know is that
I'm a veteran that returned
My spear rebelled against me
Mourning the poets of battles
Nothing but her can be seen
Locked inside or blocked by her beauty.

All I know is I'm only for her.
Humble words surrended for her
While I gave up my sheild
To fall, to rebel
To know that No formation
Can hold me in.

Read also - Wandering Spirits Falling 1 -

Shared with dVerse - OLN

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2015

Longing - Unbearable Words

Longing has it's own language

That don't pronounce admonition

Nor recognize blaming,

Language that's more than words

as it's not only seduction

but feelings pure and humble.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2015

Some Noble Sacrifice

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For moments 

I can re-live our shared times

Long walks through the woods

Shared giggles while playing cards

Embraced by you when it rains

I'm aware of 

Time that has past for such a noble dream

Would'nt fall & hummiliate myself twice

From this moment I take my own advice

Re-live with me or not, 

There is nothing to lose or sacrifice

Being one fisher or just a dreamer by the sea

All I can is to live on/of my borrowd time. 

Just my view of nonesense for amazing

Anthony's prompt at dVerse Poetics!

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014 

Whisper - Fair Love

In whisper & in French she said,

as if she's afraid of my reaction.

My entire life, all I wanted

was to earn her trust.

Today while holding her hand

she is afraid of my reaction.

As her eyes shines, as I make sure

to tell her about my Love.

I scare her, not my intentions

My soul listens to her
thus my groaning life
I know, I know
I put myself in these situations

But don't ask how I pray
for more of her love
My impulsive pulse
will beg me to repeat,
 My entire life, all I wanted

was to earn her trust.
My humble emotions.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014

 

Source of joy - Crush

I felt for eyes, hands

and lips that draw for me "The Smile"

Every time we get closer for a smalltalk

Each innocent touch, or compliment

I experienced happiness and joy.

Before I even knew, my joy

turned into my life's biggest sorrow

Some signals just developed to a life plan

How could I hope so much?

How could I not control my felicity.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014

Abruptness Ode

Abruptness Ode

Comparing to others
You are existent in the sentiment
As you are the light of my eyes
Looking as the purity of my conscience
You are always pure and chaste
Rarity of a calming irrigation

There is a homeland for each lover,
& for each boat a harbor
& for each dreamer a glimpse of a vision.
Never had better description.

This is written for Laurie's prompt at 

Poetry Jam.  

Her prompt this week is

 "Letting Go."

Happy to be part of it this time.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2014

 

Absent

Back then, 

There used to be some
That will work under the sun
Digging all their hands in the mud

Sweating, building and rising

Building for me and my generation

Faces were curious looking down

Standing behind the curtains
behind the windows

Some faces could only been seen,

Become square as they appear,

From their windows

There were some kids carrying books,

Laughing at other kids when passing.

Sweat and mud filled the air.

People like me would just follow

The song as the builders sing.

The songs, voices would continue

And the windows, become absent faces 

Starring at us.

This poem is written for the prompt 

"Time" at Poetry Jam!  

Please join us.

ShadiatiQue ©2010-2014

 

Complete Existence

I'm with you now. 

Writing on your hand my vows & promises

Asking the Lord to keep the promise. 

So smile, I never knew Love 

except you, my Love.

All the day, I walk on the streets 

Lost, humiliated & counting the minutes

I cannot find myself, so 

I become my fathers daughter

Surviving, to meet you.

Then the night arrives 

& the hurricane in my life subsides 

Then I win back myself 

When I see you, while a tufts of your hair 

is covering some of your face

Oh my existence & the only evidence of my remain.

Your smile builds back my whole entity 

which was demolished in the daytime. 

To write on your hand promises 

that I wont ever fulfill, but my existence    

in you, makes me promise 

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2013

 

The Ultimate Dress Sacrifice

While I walk around myself 

To give others a false impression, 

about me, such as 

"I have control on things in my life" 

As I do 

Every night I wake up scared 

Collapsed, intolerant of something 

Or excited about some fool 

Enclosed and Silent, 

Whose opinion is important to me. 

As he will do 

Almost take me in puzzled 

into moments of Disorientation and Confusion 

Like reaching to the final act of my opera 

but where is the convention. 

My friend I care about your opinion 

Choose for me the most beautiful color 

of these dresses - Red or Blue? 

The color of blood? and courage? 

Or The color of nature? and home? 

If I ask you 

To make the ultimate sacrifice 

for me, or be fearless, Intrepid 

Always be brave and ready to fight 

What if I take your sword 

Would you also leave me your shield.

For the sake of the old houses 

Shields are made to protect me from suffering 

But you, Ah, you are RED 

And I'm Blue No blood can stain the heaven 

and I will yet be tolerated with your opinion.

©2010

The Burdens of Surviving

I closed my eyes for a few moments

Then I saw us together. How brilliant?!

The old memory, with little melody

The fine harmony feels so permanent. 

The good memories

Defeated by, the moment I open my eyes

I wish I could run from your memories

But the last thing I need is

to go back to your reality

To your tyranny.

In the end

We all get cured of our Sentiment.

Some of us seek medicine of happiness

Some of us search for a long time!

Then there is some like me

Close their eyes for a few moments

to re-build the old oasis 

Re-experience the old Harmony

Hope to close my eyes 

For a longer time.

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2011+2012 

Shared with: d'Verse Poets' Pub OpenLinkNight

Near you now

When you fear tomorrow

When you see sadness & sorrow 

In every corner. 

Then you look around you 

And I'm not near you 

Would you just look after me 

Deep in your heart?

I know, I know,

I know you would Search after me

in your heart I just know. 

When you remeber me 

When you look in the mirror

Every line on your face 

Would be a story of our happiness/past. 

The you look around

And I'm not near you

Would you just look after me 

Deep in your heart?

I know, I know,

I know you would Search after me

in your heart I just know.

Long before you realize

That am not near I would be gone

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2011+2012

I Will Visit You - Thursday Poets Rally

I Will Visit You 

Keep your door open 

in case I stop by your home

I can't reveal the mystery of tomorrow,

but just until my Watch stops moaning 

Until the Sun gives birth of a Light

Until the Spring rides on the season knight

Keep your door open 

in case I stop by your home
I would be afraid to knock on your door

Or maybe my courage will let me down 

& I wouldn't be able to knock 

I will be overwhelmed, 

even when I imagine

you open for me. 

What I deal in my life 

is just to mange to look at your window 

see you listening to my music 

dancing with closed eyes

as if I was between your arms. 

Surely ...

I would run to you

Just keep your door open

ShadiatiQue

Shared with: Thursday Poets Rally Week 61

ShadiatiQue © 2010-2011+2012

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

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

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

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

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.

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For the people of Japan -  Tweet © 2011

Old

Where would I go?

I'm near my old happiness

That now are under the earth,

Oh, come to me

And hear my story

Oh,

They all hurt me,

And took from between my hands,

All my life and my happiness!

© 2010