Poetry...

A Book of Verse…

A book of verse underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou. Beside me, singing in the wilderness, O, Maui mist were paradise enow!" I am Not, as some thought, A ravening wolf, nor slithering snake speaking, Though a wild, green man doth...

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A Woman’s Comfort

A woman's comfort... like Fatima's touch and song for 'Ali, nourishes a man's strength, our midnight fire; giving courage to engage in jihad with angels, jinn and nafs self. Khadijah's embrace grants Mu hammad solace. Then praise and gratitude abound....

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Leonid Leo Lines

When it is night, And moon is dark The stars shine bright, Some times shooting across such sky, Even amidst Kali Yuga era But soon dawn is nigh And with rising sun All pale within a sea of light Genesis, saraswati and shekhina say: The written word, even...

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Evolving Poem 2 (A Silent Sky)

I see a tree Standing solo In a silent sky, Up above plains, On mountain high, But one of many, Before a storm About to die. Branches bold, bereft and bare, Sap seeks soils shelter there, When winds blow From cold, and fire below. An yet, in each season,...

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A Lover’s Heart

Composed almost 20 years ago I give thanks... for all... of life. 'O agony and ecstasy... all praise One... true. Rumi evoked ecstatically, as he turned in agony, with heart ache and loss of Shams: Ishq allah mabud lilah - Ishq - divine passionate love, is...

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Mount Saint Helens Poem

I recited poetry here, to those who were willing to listen. I see a tree, standing solo in a silent sky, Near a mountain, before a storm One of many about to die. Branches bold, bereft and bare, Sap seeks soils shelter, there. And yet, as an ayat, a sign,...

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Evolving Poem 1 (A Tree Standing)

I see a tree standing solo in a silent sky, Before a storm, of wind and hale. Branches, bold, bereft and bare. And yet, in each season, A burst of green, a blaze of gold, Then winter ashes. Like trees cut down, we bleed in silence. Hearts aching in agony and ecstasy....

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Political Poetry Flares

Fire has passion... as its nature, and its name. Fire longs to keep burning, Dancing as a flame, Turning phoenix like, in ether, As a fueled by a methane flare, Upon fracked earth, Within poisoned air, Even as a duel, In the midst of mist, And the falling...

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Come on, Let’s Dance

Come on, let's dance. We want to pull you tight. Then spin and let you go. Come on, let's dance, Let's move as one, And waltz across a floor. We know the past, How some like me, Have harmed other hearts We loved. The dance is agony, And playful ecstasy; To...

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