All (be)comes from Ash
Category: Writing and Poetry

All (be)comes from Ash


Atoms vibrate and glimmer
through rainbow breath, while
upon gossamer wings of brilliant hues
and the melody of predestination
my Beloved whispered
of me

and beads of moisture mix with clay
exhale dreams unreeling
upon skies of ageless song

as stories yet scribed
on stone (they) sit firmly,
washed pure by robes of the River Kawthar,
each fibered drop cleansing
me.




©2007 A Hannan






this was a ShotGun Picture Challenge, although I am having trouble uploading pictures... hope the poetry is sufficient.

DEATH: To Red Lights
Category: Writing and Poetry

DEATH: To Red Lights


Swapping red crayon for green
I proceed childlike to draw
plush pastures ripe for reaping
(Urania a-musing me
with celestial astrology and tides already written)

and like pebbles rolled and tumbled
along the shoreline
I step into self,
the Mockingbirds song

while Zeus (thy Spiritual Father) exhales
hues of yesterday tears
upon a starry canopy and the Morpork
cries repeatedly to silent night
("The time is here,
The time is here").



©2007 A Hannan

LOVE: The Sweetest Hangover Prt2
Category: Writing and Poetry

LOVE: The Sweetest Hangover Prt2

Awaken She...



Asleep
Upon silken sheets
Dreaming
Of love created throughout night
Your scent
Still covers my nakedness
Mind caressed in contemplation
I breathe and exhale
Free, in you

I imagine I feel your hand
Brush a curl from my face
And then settle at my feet
Watching over me as I sleep

Sensually received by my fallen Angel
Knowing
I will never be alone again
A smile embraces my lips

Just being
In this moment unguarded
Thankful of the years of tears
That have brought me to you
I feel my soul relax

We've earned Heaven
In each other

In dreams
I feel your gaze burning my flesh
Radiance of love
Resonating from your heart
Drawing out whispers
My soul utters
'I love you'
Into air

Stirring
Breeze floats across body
I awake, realizing you are not beside me
I can hear you in the kitchen
The scent of freshly cut fruit
Fills the house
Reminding me of life
I find in you

Knowing you are preparing my favourite
Peaches, kiwi, grapes and apple
Wheat toast
Fresh juice and water
Knowing
You will have it
Lovingly laid
Upon the counter

My soul smiles
Because you are my man
We earned becoming we
Now there is no missing
There is no loosing
There is no alone
You are the air that sustains me
We are
Unending
I release a sigh

I slide from our silken sheets
Quietly because I want to surprise you
But you know me
Your body senses my every move
I hear you pause in the kitchen

Slipping into white silken robe
To cover my nakedness
I come to greet you

"Good Morning Baby"
"What's all this??"
"Oh you are so sweet…"

"SHHhhhhhhh…"
You say to me

"Have a seat. I've prepared this…for you…"

"Thank you Baby"
"But what are you going to eat?"
"And why is the honey out over there?"

A sexy devilish smile appears upon your lips

"Ohhhhh…"

Walking towards you
I allow my silken robe to slip
Dancing, it falls to the floor

"No Habibdti" You implore me
"You must eat first"

That grin I love
Licks at your lips

Seating me at the counter
You place a grape in my mouth
Then bring your lips to caress mine
A slow sensual kiss you take from me

I try to eat
In thoughts of you
I am filled
Consumed with longing
Insatiable desire to feel you
Hard, determined
Body to body
Longing rubbing against longing
Pounding

Throbbing and wet
Handling no longer my need
I rise to meet you
Already is your robe on the floor abreast mine
And I cannot help but smile
Soul singing of us

Dark and strong
Muscles glistening in morning light
I throb uncontrollably
Hands touch warm, powerful flesh
Lips rise to meet you

I brush my lips across yours
To tease
Suck sensually your bottom lip
As it quivers with want
I feel strong hands grab me
Lifting me onto the counter
Lips still locked
Embraced in longing
Satiated with where we be

Leaving your lips
I smell the nape of your neck
Kiss it softly
It still smells of me from last night
The scent makes blood rush
I vibrate with want
Throb in pain
Need for you

Pushing me back with gentle force
You make me lay upon the counter
Placing kisses over my stomach
Taking nipple in your fingers
Your lips explore me

Ablaze with fire
My body accepts you
Rising to meet each kiss
Until you sink lower and lower
My pearl pulsing

But… you pause

Taking a moment to look up at me
To see expression
Of loves desire in my eyes
Take another moment to tease
To draw my requirements upon your lips

Reaching for the honey
One hand resting on my stomach
Controlling my want
To reaching for you
Want, to sate my hunger
Want, your protruding manhood
Caressed by my tongue

I try to free myself
But your strength
Design of desire
Is too strong
I am forced to relax under your control
For this morning
Is your morning
And I
I am here to please you….






TO BE CONTINUED…..










Copyright2006 BJM/ASR Productions & A Hannan

A Mother’s Promise
Category: Writing and Poetry

Rituals
Category: Writing and Poetry

Rituals



I hear the door open and I wait
watching. This is our ceremonious evening
ritual which we perform day upon day, yet
I still love to watch
the slight flare of your nostrils
as you breathe in the scent of my love.

Again I wait
for your bags to touch the floor at my feet
in relief, your arms to come from behind
encircling my body and enveloping me
in their unfettered gratification of being home.

I await the soft touch of your lips as you lay
gentle yet aroused kisses full of no regret
upon the nape of my neck and then, as if on que,
one finger dives into the pot sitting on the stove
before you caress it lovingly between full lips and smile.
And as swiftly as you'd come
you are gone, weary feet
raised atop the coffee table sigh.

I place fresh-herb potatoes in hot oven
turn down the stovetop to simmer
and habitually place the knife and chopping board
upon the sink before taking up the steaming tea
I prepared earlier, cross the expanse
of floor between us
and sit. You have worked hard
and you've earned Heaven
sitting prostrated at your feet.



©2007 ALIyah

Picture Interpretation...
Category: Writing and Poetry

I'ma little blue on inspiration today so I thought I would set a challenge…

On another site I post challenges (be they a picture to interpret, a line to follow from, a word, add a verse etc.) so I thought maybe I should start doing that here… it's fun, it breaks things up somewhat and I find it extremely inspirational seeing what others bring to the table.

I would really love to see what YOu all come up with *smiles* It doesn't have to be a complete poem it may just be a verse if YOu wish. Use whatever style suits YOu and most importantly have fun with it…

PICTURE INTERPRETATION

Ordained to Dance (with Assef Lahab)
Category: Writing and Poetry

Ordained to Dance




With my index finger I trace
a smooth invisible arc
down the glossy round surface
of this orb.

I exhale crystal goblets
of fruitless faith in the calm of
numinous white blossoms

while alternating waves of pace
and rhythm perform
a ceremony of shifting guards.

Almost lost—
subtle voices a slice
above, below audible,
wine without cups,
heaven-less clouds,

backs turned to mystery,
the nomadic prison
resting in wisdom,
ancient pages unreeling
amid azure skies
of naked eloquence.

Alarms shriek
in every quarter of this wistful city.
I look for you to make love
the path to abide this
supernatural immensity.

With eyes shut fast
in aching sensuality
I'll choose a landscape
like a canvas of tears
dreaming.

I'll find release
in the strands of my knowing instincts.
Make permanent
the jubilant abandon of my twinging spirit.

Sorted
the remnants of my prophet's revelations
clung to drunken ramblings of
unfortunate muses
only to arrive
full circle.



©2007 Assef Al-Jundi and A Hannan
(Image and Poetry)



It was an absolute pleasure and a true blessing to work with Assef on this creative canvas… he is an inspirational, creative and eloquently artistic soul.

Shukran

A Letter...
Category: Writing and Poetry

My Love,

For want of purity I banish YOu from my mind, from my thoughts that YOu engulf... engulf me like the blazing fire I lay beside now in the chill of the evening sitting, alone, enshrouded in darkness, exempt from the glow of the fire. I sit alone feeling it lick at my face... my body, watching flames consume, watching them twist and turn...torment.

In Him, in God should I seek refuge, but I cannot utter or invoke His name. YOu see... I desire YOu!

I desire to make dream a reality. Desire that as our lips softly touch, as we kiss, we convince Time that we are eternal... we create a cosmic collision that creates a new universe where all my dreams become reality.
I desire to meet YOu on a sunny summers day. Dressed in a flowing dress, my hair unruly, curls entwined with the breeze seductively. Underneath, I am naked... but only YOur mind is aware, knowing me.
I want to meet YOu, as if strangers meeting for the first time, although I have known YOu since I was created, since He breathed me into existence.
I desire to sit across from YOu while we enjoy lunch. Caressing each other mentally, but physically we do not touch... desire burning.
I desire to find YOur invitation resting upon my pillow. YOur invitation to a quaint Bed and Breakfast just down the Road. The one with magnificent gardens and Jasmine weeping its succulently scented tendrils from the arches above the windows. I desire YOur finger upon my lips compelling me to silence as YOu meet me. That I may feel YOur passion in every breath and hear YOur want in every glance...

Yeah, that's how it is!

I desire YOu to undress me and indulge every inch of me in warm scented oils. YOur hands strong but sensual. Caressing my needs and tormenting my desire.
I desire YOu to take me, deep I invite YOu, until we balance our rhythm, feel each other's beat until we become lost in the music that is Us. A song that plays seductively for hours until tension is released and we fall asleep, naked flesh entwined.
I desire to stroll to the beach in the morning, breakfast in hand where we indulge in together.
Just being.
Silently.
Still not a word uttered since yesterday... that the energy, the force of the moment, may not leave Us.

Silent.

Us writing and reading and I photographing YOu as YOu write and, the ebb and flow of the oceans song as it plays the shore.

Silently.

But, for want of purity I banish YOu from my mind, from my thoughts, from my earthly desires. Silently, I watch the flames in the fire engulf... and torment. I invoke His name in a strong determined voice. I rise to wash, perform my ablution, and then I pray. I pray for purity and comfort, I pray for forgiveness for my inability to stop thinking about YOu.


Sincerely YOurs,

A Letter...
Category: Writing and Poetry

My Love,

Of hurt and pain do I know… oh to well do I know. I can sing to you in sweet tones of suffering, deprivation and desert oasises of depression deep within the soul. My stories… my lullabies though, will not help you sleep and besides, I've showed you my past. A glimpse... a brief glimpse at my life, life lived… half lived, in shadows of a man, shadows of life's longing for itself, shadows that dance in darkness and walk in the sun. But, I would rather embrace the hurt and pain. Wrap my arms around it and give it love and thanks. I want to be selfish and keep it all for myself. I dream that I be the sole owner, to marry in a sweet and soulful ceremony, that another may never be embraced by Pains cool strong arms. That I alone may be touched by it, caressed and pampered.
It seems like aeon's ago now, that a voice would sing to me in a sad sorrowful tone that sent chills down my entire being and would chase away the sanity in me. Sanity would run so fast to escape me I could never catch it. But now, now…. just the thought of you…. yeah YOu! The thought of your voice, contemplation... deliberation of you makes me caress reality and sanity sings songs of freedom upon gentle winter breeze. You resonate light. Resonate a silent hummmm that can only be the sweet sound of Heaven. Acoustically you vibrate in my soul and I oscillate with everything that you encompass… Your song carries to me upon the wings of Angels lulling me into a serene state of you… where every breath is you.


I adore every cell, every fibre of your being. I will weave for myself, with your fibres, the finest linen, that I may clothe myself with you in public, and when alone…. shed your protection and stand before you naked… at one with what is, Us.


If you should ever cry, I will be there to wipe away your tears, but mine, leave mine, leave them to wash my soul…
Ana Ahebak...

I Am Her
Category: Writing and Poetry

Every woman


I am Her


Professional
Educated intelligence
Embodies me
See
Mind talk
Stimulates sensory
Seductively
Rhetorically
Yeah… that's Me



I am Her

Benevolent
Loving arms
Become Me
Because
Compassion and honesty
Breathe within
Metaphysically
Holistically
Spiritually
Yeah… that's Me



I am Her

Mother
Passionate and firm
Embrace Me
For I am
Love
Home and Warmth
Guidance
Protection
Yeah… that's Me



I am Her

Daughter
Thankful and blessed
Treasured am I
Forever
Comforted
Within your nest
Lessons and teachings
Caressed
Yeah… that's Me



I am Her

Sister
Of unlimited boundaries
Holding your heart
Prodigiously providing
Shoulder to cry on
Sheltered secrets
Friendship forever
A smile to keep
Yeah… that's Me



I am Her

Lover
Seductively sensual
Embodiment of Love
Salacious Me
Affirmatively affectionate
Instantaneously arousing
Companion forever
Comfort
Yeah… that's Me



Every Woman


I am Her






©2006 A Hannan