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Nat Lipstadt May 2013
For Al, who left us, Nov. 22, 2014

With each passing poem,
The degree of difficulty of diving ever higher,
Bar incrementally niched, inched, raised,
Domain, the association of words, ever lesser,
Repetition verboten, crime against pride.

Al,
You ask me when the words come:

With each passing year,
In the wee hours of
Ever diminishing time snatches,
The hours between midnight and rising,

Shrinkage, once six, now four hours,
Meant for body restoration,
Transpositional for poetic creation,
Only one body notes the new mark,
The digital, numerical clock of
Trillion hour sleep deficit, most taxing.

Al, you ask me from where do the words come:

Each of the five senses compete,
Pick me, Pick me, they shout,

The eyes see the tall grasses
Framing the ferry's to and fro life.
Waving bye bye to the
End of day harbor activities,
Putting your babies to sleep.

The ears hear the boat horns
Deep voiced, demanding pay attention,
I am now docking, I am important,
The sound lingers, long after
They are no longer important.

The tongue tastes the cooling
Italian prosecco merging victoriously
With its ally, the modestly warming rays
Of a September setting sun,
finally declaring, without stuttering,
Peace on Earth.

The odoriferous bay breezes,
A new for that second only smell,
But yet, very old bartender's recipe,
Salt, cooking oil, barbecue sauce, gasoline
And the winning new ingredient, freshly minted,
Stacked in ascending circumference order, onion rings.

These four senses all recombinant,
On the cheek, on the tongue,
Wafting, tickling, blasting, visioning
Merging into a single touch
That my pointer finger, by force majeure,
Declares, here, 
poem aborning!
Contract with this moment,
now satisfied!

Al,  what you did not ask was this:
With each passing poem,
I am lessened within, expurgated,
In a sense part of me, expunged,
Part of me, passing too,
Every poems birth diminishes me.
__________
(this poem more than most,
for its birth celebrates
my loss, your loss,
which cannot be exonerated 8/7/18)


__________
written at 4:38 AM
September 8th, 2012

Greenport Harbor, N.Y.
solc liveson Jun 2019
ran into a whispering angel at the cemetery today,
customary to have a small ceremony
when the monument finished,
the grave now well and truly marked,
an unveiling held, the kaddish said,
a small stone
placed upon the monument,
a five thousand year old tradition,

started by Jacob

we line up to place our rock of ages goodbye token,
an opportunity to angel whisper one last goodbye,
but good bye is not on my mind,
no, my own approaching deceasing dead,
for the pains come regular now
in the places that means trouble ahead,
and no one knows but me

so to my friend Al,
who once asked me
where do the poems, the words, come from,
I whisper in your six feet underground ears,
though I swear I hear ya laughing both
right behind me both
at your jokes, and at me,

“see ya soon, buddy, see ya soon”
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/376358/with-each-passing-poem/

https://www.shiva.com/learning-center/death-and-mourning/unveiling/
Badshah Khan Apr 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 82

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

In the direct path of a wandering’
Whenever I close my shrewd eyes
Entire sense will gently steer,
Towards my family remembrance.

It's a severe pain that I can’t naturally denied’
My sentimental tears will flow naturally,
Unconditionally in their moral suffering.

But when I started discovering your eternal love’
Oh my beloved, I will gracefully yield myself.

From this considerable pain and social bond,
Grant me, Wisely let me embrace you unconditionally.

Oh my Beloved! In your eternal love’
Allow my shrewd eyes won’t open forever!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Badshah Khan Mar 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 64

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Oh the Loved one, Who is my Beloved!
In the deserted land, there is a Sacred Mountain’
Fondly, called as The Mountain Of Light’s (Jabal Al Noor) '

Where my Divine Creator Imitate His Own Light'
And carefully guarded by the Numerous Angels,
Towards the Sacred Mountain (Jabal Al Noor)!

My Beloved visits daily towards the Peak (Jabal Al Noor)
Where his rest place Cave (Hira) itself based.
He climbs at rosy dawn, towards the sacred peak,
To freely meditate towards his Divine Creator!

Allow me, to unfailingly follow you;
Until the Cave (Hira) entrance,
And comfort Your attractive Paws as your feet dust.

I devotedly follow You, Oh my Beloved!
Towards the Cave (Hira);
Upon the Peak (Jabal Al Noor)
Don't look down for stack of crude stones,
Or don't be worried about any cruel thorns.

At Dawn, Very difficult to track the visible path,
I dearly want to live as his dainty shoes'
Hence, He can climb carefully every glorious day.

Let my Beloved’ peacefully sit and Meditate
Let Him recite, The One and Only (Iqra Bismi Rabika)
Thru the Dear Angel (Jibreel),
Therefore, He can reveal the Divine truth!

I will wait respectfully outside,
Until He solely speaks, the divine truism.
Therefore, I can correctly grasp;
Through My Beloved the eternal truth (Noble Quran)!

The unknown truth of the Divine Creator (Allah)
And His Eternal Existence (The Noble Throne)
Upon the sacred Mountain Of Light’s! (Jabal Al Noor)!

Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 29

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Maybe, or Maybe not,

You heart holds the unique key.

To your intense desire and sincere passion

All desires and passion ends,

Towards your sincere love,

You naturally need to be wisely deciding,

How to unlock!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Raizel Sep 2018
spring's falling rain
nothing more beautiful
your heartbeat that time
A.
haiku attempt.
Moments of what to feel
Consume my brain,
Dissipating my pain
Along with the whispers from my heart..
Is this real?
My heart shouts yes
But my mind can be depressed
And it causes me to stress,
Sometimes it won't rest
Sometimes it will push you to the test

Ridiculous it may seem
But people can be so mean.
Yet, your kindness doesn't make me squeam
I believe you
When I am with you, I don't want to scream
My mind is suddenly at peace
For your touch brings me ease

I know your mind wanders
It brings up times of bothers
Your heart is aching for you to listen
Mine is patiently wishing
hoping your anxieties don't overcome your heart
For I see no reason to tear us apart
A connection so magical it makes us scared
Questioning if either of us are prepared.
Hoping we'll always be there
But something in my gut says we'll never tear

Your eyes leave me mesmerized
I could stare at you for hours
Without any urge to cower
Your arms keep me safe
You fill me with confidence
And not rage
#al
He promises her the world
Leaving her mind in a whirl
He holds her like a flower
Picking off one petal every hour
Plucking at her emotions
******* her brain with commotion.
With his love, he sways back and forth
Leaving her heart in a storm.
#al
into her eyes he stared
running his fingers through her hair
her heart is melting
without a care
his heart is chained up
for he is too scared

he comes & he goes
she sleeps in her woes
always crumbling
never trying
lift your chin up, darling
this moment is defining
#al
she pours herself a glass of wine
hoping to pass the time
blue eyes of fear
this will be the first year
in many
that not a tear was shed,
my hands were sturdy
my night has been nice
and look, not a friend in sight

if I had a box of love,
for myself there would be none
from myself I run
day dreaming into the sun

even without my nug,
I still feel snug
maybe the anger came from our love
I opened all my locks
then our love hit the rocks
I was left with scars
constantly feeling like I was in mars
#al
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