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The Poetry Corner

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Once again we are graced with some beutiful works from all arounf ET - with a much better turn out at the Poetry Corner than last issue, we see some new works, and friendly faces to bring us some wonderful Arabian Nights themed poetry. Thankyou to everyone for the amazing work and participation!
~The Poetry Corner Crew!



[Chrysilla]
Arabian Slave
Songs for dark eyes (part 3)

I love you, and this is why
I want to be your slave.
I was your princess and your lover,
Now I lay at your feet
Offering you myself, my life, my soul, everything.
I want you to be my will,
Everything you want will be my command.
You to be my master, like in “Arabian nights”,
I`ll be even more obedient than your gennie,
And I`ll love you with no conditions;
To make myself your pleasure,
To wipe your legs with my hair,
To make my body a pillow for you,
Always warm, always loving,
To wait patiently for your return, always smiling, always tender,
To make your house the place you`ll always want to come back
To be everything you want me to be.
And if you`ll give me a kind look
From time to time, and if you will kiss me
I will thank you
And always love, always more.
Do you accept me?


[elf_fu]
Sand dance

Toe splay wide
down and round
sands of her age
clinging to ankle bells,
in and out breath
she made love to a
drum beat, with seven men
watching veils flutter
to the wind, in full view of the
moon, who laughed at them all
for loving the dunes.


[Lady of Lore]
The Dancer of Bell and Veil’s Lover

Moonlight crosses the darkened dune
An outline lit by silver moon
Of man, riding upon ennobled steed
Wise it would be for reason to heed
But yet he goes on, not knowing where.

He rides from afar with tale of tears
Of darkest nights and coldest fears
To seek for the one he lost long ago
To what destination he does not know
Haunted by the veil and bells.

He seeks only to find the dancer of bells
Who twirls with veil when the music swells
Across leagues of sand he seeks
Only venture on and endless journey...

[Lady of Lore]
In the Dunes

A genie’s fire
A heart’s desire
Sands that burn like hellfire
A sky that gleams like sapphire…

This is where the sun compels,
Where the ancients without rest dwell
Where the nomads farewell,
Meeting again, only the sands of time will tell…


[Lady of Lore]
Lamp Holder’s Choice

The sun blazes in the azure sky
Looking up he wonders, am I going to die?
Alone and friendless upon the desert face
He trudges onward in unsteady pace.

Dune after dune of endless sand
Water, Water! is the only demand
Staggering alone, riches long lost
To thieves who’s path on chance had crossed.

Now the only choices left to him
Die alone and be lost to a whim
Or summon the geinie he held
Bound within the sealed bronze and spelled.

Which should he choose in this hopeless plight
Does he open the lamp, let evil take flight?
Or does he take the peril to the grave
Let death claim him, a world to have saved?

[a clockwork orange]
Arabian Night
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Oh, warm arabian night!
The most magical night.
The night for which
I lose my mind.


Oh, one thousand and one night
This exhilirating night
Of passion, love and magic!


And Scheherazade who tells
Her stories to the king.
I want to be in one of them.
I wanna live in Genie's lamp
And then I dream to run on dunes
Under the pale face of the moon...

[Jay Ladlehaus]
The Empty Quarter

I must admit, I am not myself of late
Too many waves, not enough of that
Life-giving water, I know that my fate
Was sealed the moment my two-mast ship sank.

Ismael, I called my furry craft
An odd name upon him sat
Me until he finally laughed
I drank his water, it was rank.

A fool I was to cross this barren stretch of sea
Alone, naïve, and without any guide
I bob alone in the shifting waves helplessly
The horizon gives me no hope, just despair.

A prayer to Allah, for my family, my soul,
For those I’ve killed, to those I’ve lied
Looking back my life has been full
Enough to die in Rub’ al Khali, desert faire.


[shadow_of_life]
Lonely dances
Can be found at : ShadowLife

The scorched pergament
Of your skin
As you swim
In what is
The milliards of pieces
Of hidden sorrow
Turned into a desert
Praying
To the long and selfish
Shadows of the pyramids
As the black veil
Whispers something
In Arabian and French
Pushed by the wind
Praying
To the brief mercy
That is the night
When the sand
Looks
So much like the sea
And you dance like
An Arabian Siren
With no fins
Where your voice is
Crucified by the heat and cold
And it turns into water
The milliards of pieces
Of hidden sorrow
Turned into a desert
Praying
To the rain that is
Your song
To the black seaweed that is
Your hair
To the seagulls that are
Your hands
And the charred heart
Of all thirsty Arabia
Dances with the indifferent
Distant waters of the seas
In your black eyes


Arabian Princess


Silently sepulchure she is dodging the sand
Arabian Princess with flowers in her hand.
He watched from the balcony
And worms his way round
The Arabian Princess
Can never be found.
She is the night which surrounds us
She is the cool breeze in our hair
Arabian nights
Give us some dispair.
She wanders below ground
She wanders up high
The Arabian Princess
Alone in the sky.
We can never actually see her
For she is the feeling
Of walking alone
Sat way up high
Dominating her throne.
We wish she was closer
So we could maybe touch
Her black as night hair
But that would be too much.

Written By Olwen
Copyright 2007

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