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Hamna Nov 2021
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ-
๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ.
๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด.
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜บ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ:
๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.
๐˜–๐˜ณ-
๐˜œ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜บ.
๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต-
๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ:
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ.
๐˜๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.
๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.
๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต.
๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต.
๐™Ž๐™๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™– ๐™—๐™š๐™–๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™›๐™ช๐™ก ๐™˜๐™ก๐™ค๐™–๐™ ๐™š๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ก๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š.
๐™Ž๐™๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™– '๐™ฅ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ก ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ'.
Just because we are hiding behind our veils or are covered from head to toe does NOT mean we are old-fashioned. In case you need this, one of the definitions of beauty is the HEART, okay? Neither are we intimidated nor forced upon. Just simply beautiful cloaked silhouettes, beautiful phenomenal women. :)
Wrote this for the youngwriters.co.uk (poetry prompt "Empowered")
Payton Mar 2021
Steel at my back
a welcome intrusion,
confirming my own suspicions, permitting my desires
โ€”sharpening them, even.
Fuel to the flames.

Silken petals drip
sweet, honeyed molasses dew
nocturnal flower blossoming
โ€”firelighting below Dianaโ€™s gaze.
Spindle to depression, kindle and spark,
we set the world ablaze.

Caught like a butterfly in the spiderโ€™s web,
trapped, held mindlessly, mercilessly betwixt
pleasure and pain โ€”saccharine release promised only
from the combining of silk and steel, catching fire
and melting into one.
This poem was written in 2020.
Payton Feb 2021
Was it longing in is sad, blue eyes, or was it lust?
Maybe it was a beautiful combination of the two.
She always left him wanting more.
So he gave up the sunlight for her.
He promised to spend the rest of his daysย ย in darkness, between silk sheets and, hushed tones.
He never asked anything of her.
Seeing her body covered in nothing but moonlight was more than
his soul could ever dream of.
This poem was written in 2016.
Payton Feb 2021
Between silken sheets we let all of the golden clocks fall over the edge of our world.
There, we kissed and kissed until we could measure time only by the rise and fall of our broken breaths and knew no other taste
than the light in each others bones.
This poem was written in 2016.
Jaxey Feb 2021
her voice
bent me
backwards
over the
bedsheets
every
syllable
spinning silk
into sea
as she drew
the breath
from my ears
and a symphony
from my lips
she turned my
twin bed
into titanic
along with me
and as I was
drowning
she was speaking
poetry
i will never forget
N Sep 2020
If the sky turns pink
when the spring breeze
touches her silky skin

If the filed of lavender sighs
when it yearns for her scent

If the sunflowers
worship her raven hair
like the sun

If the moon weeps with
longing over her absenceย ย 

If a thorny flower
hurts liker her
Lane O Aug 2020
white jasmine petals
like the finest silk so pure
nature's sweet perfume
Serendipity May 2020
Wrap me in silk
and send me home
I am nothing but a sinner
who knows
how to drown.
radiating
street lamps
ionized the
indigo blue
haze charging
the night air

sparking the
cityโ€™s eclectic
currents coursing
through the
abandoned raceways
and empty streets

energizing the
phantoms of
the cityโ€™s
restive spirits

the ghosts of past
Great Falls Fests came
jitterbugging back
to life

transparent
veils lifting
and falling
with it, a voltaic
indigo blue
billowed out of the
abandoned stadium
pouring smoking
oboe moans
into the cavity
of the great gorge

โ€œI was one of the last
to perform at
Hinchliffe Stadiumโ€
Duke proclaimed
with his usualย ย 
distinguished air

โ€œit was also one of my
last concertsโ€, he added
with a tinge of
sorrow in his voice

โ€œthe band was rockin
the Art Deco tiles,
splintering and shattering
into bits of earth toned graffiti
the last vestiges of
a bygone Jazz Age
dissolving into the
disco fizz of the
Seventiesโ€

the indigo mood
clamoured off
the rocks absorbing
the sonorous waves
like a stand of
hallowed
sequoias

โ€œIโ€™m trying to
remember what
my last tune
was that night.

was it Caravan?
or a Prelude to
a Kiss?ย ย No no
too mellow
we always ended
on an upper
a real crowd pleaser,
I recall the boys swung
a medley before the grand finale
that medley included
Mood Indigo, Caravan,
Sophisticated Ladies,
Prelude to a Kiss.
We opened with Kinda Dukish
Rockin and Rhythm
we closed with
Satin Doll
Yes Iโ€™m quite sure
I waltzed them
off the floor
that night with
Satin Dollโ€

Duke ran his
fingers through
his processed hair.
He grabbed my shoulders
raised his baggy eyelids
And looked me straight
In the eye

โ€œYes, we followed
Tito Puente, he killed it
we upped our game
He was just starting out
But at this time Silk City
was going Caribe
Juan Tizol was
out of his mind that night,
I thought him and Babs
we're gunna jump ship
and join the Salsa Circus
Yeah El Rex and Celia Cruz
were that good

El Rex had the place
jumpin and jivin
it was a glimpse of the old days
livin in the here and now
just like the old days
I couldn't compete with that
so I waltzed them off
the floor with Satin Doll
a little cheek to cheek swoon
maybe some guys got lucky that night
and maybe some girls fell in love
Yeah Paterson was changing,
the ***** Leagues long gone
the last ****** Auto Races
crossed the final finish line weeks before
when the raceways in the stadium
replaced the raceways to the factories
we knew it was coming to an end
and with it all the good paying
jobs, whatta shame
just like me and the boys
watching El Rex
the Duke was dethroned by a King
just like Silk City
we had our day in the sun too
a Satin Doll Sun
Those were some good times,
sometimesโ€

Duke scratched
his head,
and he looked down into
the swirling noise
of the Great Falls
โ€œon a night like this
the mood indigo
takes you into the
darkest hues of bluesโ€

fragment from
Silk City PIT 6:
The Great Falls

Duke Ellington, Coleman Hawkins
Mood Indigo




Oakland
3/30/13
jbm

(FRAGMENT WORK IN PROGRESS)

Part 6 of extended poem Silk City PIT.ย ย PIT is an acronym for Point In Time.ย ย PIT is an annual census American cities conduct to count the homeless population.ย ย Hope and Labor is the city motto of Paterson NJ, nick named The Silk City.
(FRAGMENT WORK IN PROGRESS)

Part 6 of extended poem Silk City PIT.  PIT is an acronym for Point In Time.  PIT is an annual census American cities conduct to count the homeless population.  Hope and Labor is the city motto of Paterson NJ, nick named The Silk City.
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