"farness" poems
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A South Wind—has a pathos
Of individual Voice—
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant’s address.
A Hint of Ports and Peoples—
And much not understood—
The fairer—for the farness—
And for the foreignhood.
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Perhaps
by Momin Khan Momin
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
The cohesiveness between us, you may remember, or perhaps not.
Our solemn oaths of faithfulness, you may remember, or perhaps forgot.
If something happened that was not to your liking,
the shrinking away that produces silence, you may remember, or perhaps not.
Listen, the sagas of so many years, the promises you made amid time's onslaught,
which you now fail to mention, you may remember, or perhaps not.
These new resentments, those old rehashed complaints,
these lighthearted and displeasing stories, you may remember, or perhaps forgot.
Some seasons ago we shared love and desire, we shared joy ...
That we once were dear friends, you may have, perhaps, forgot.
Now if we come together, by fate or by chance, to express old loyalties ...
Our every shared breath, all our sighs and regrets, you may remember, or perhaps not.
Being
by Momin Khan Momin
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
You are so close to me
that no one else ever can be.
NOTE: There is a legend that the great Urdu poet Mirza Ghalib offered all his diwan (poetry collections) in exchange for this one sher (couplet) by Momin Khan Momin. Does the couplet mean "be as close" or "be, at all"? Does it mean "You are with me in a way that no one else can ever be?" Or does it mean that no one else can ever exist as truly as one's true love? Or does this sher contain an infinite number of elusive meanings, like love itself?
Being (II)
by Momin Khan Momin
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
You alone are with me when I am alone.
You are beside me when I am beside myself.
You are as close to me as everyone else is afar.
You are so close to me that no one else ever can be.
Keywords/Tags: Translation, Urdu, Momin Khan Momin, love, close, closeness, unity, farness, afar, memory, remembrance, forgetfulness, remember, forget, forgot, time, silence, mrburdu
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 5:53 AM UTC
In the forest of finding my life
Tired of my longing desires
My soul quite silenced
My Body exhausted by unmoved farness
My wind lost its spirit
Hurting my road to desired joy
Yet, Rejecting my lost travel, I am now,
Drifting away from soul pits
Silhouetting my dreams so beautiful
Birthing my unreached longings
Stretching to my forseen destiny
Now, I am in all control
Creating my beauty beyond compare
And Dreamy Daily Days!
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
When Adam ate the forbidden fruit what did it taste like?
All the good things life has to offer?
All the bad?
Did it taste like sunbeams?
Like a childs rithmic gigles?
Like The sick, upside-down, im-going-to-pee-myself rolicoster feeling?
Like tight hugs?
Did it taste as good as fields of flowers feel?
Like rain?
Like farness?
Like the saltyness of sweat-or tears?
Like silence?
Like long open nights?
Like unanswered texts?
Like lunches alone?
Like the sting of liquor?
Like raisors
Or did it taste like blood?
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
Marvelous....
as a weapon your love is....
sneaked with its bullet so fast with no ask...
sneaked and reached the point to my heart...
hit the main vein to stay so deep there inside...
to live happily while it gives a happiness there...
marvelous...
stunning ...
yes you are...
don't look around ...
its you whom i'm talking about...
marvelous with the feelings which you owned me with...
stunning and so **** with your bright sight...
with your touches....
with your whispers...
with every motion you did...
yes you are...
even within your craziness...
drove me so madly to you...
excited up all my feelings inside...
even your eye's bullet which pierced my heart...
amazed me so...
stunning...
amazing you are...
sweet stunning girl....
in spite of your farness....
your effect controlled up on me...
till i saw you wherever you be...
felt with every breathe you took...
with every beat of your heart...
and with every tremor of your craziness' ******
sweetheart...
you owned my heart with yours...
lived within your soul there inside..
even to my dreams...
you were the most pretty stunning guest...
thats why i got stunned...
stunned because of you...
marvelous you are..
hazem al....
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Bright shining light in the darkness of night;
Shapeless transcendence comes billowing out,
Filling my head with six figures of peace.
What could I call you, if your name's my own?
Tracing the silence and words leading home,
I stepped out the door and wandered alone.
But this bright shining light in the farness of sight
Unties my wings so my thoughts can take flight
And beckons me on with dreams ever more.
What could I call you if my thoughts didn't soar?
Facing the waters, embracing the shore,
I stepped off the moor and wandered alone.
But this bright shining light on the horizon,
I beg you to tell me who I am
for then I may know who you are.
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
Make love to me...
get more close to me...
excite me...
thrill me more...
wake up all my volcano..
be the main address to my all desires...
be the theme to my all lust...
and make love to me...
make love to me sweetheart...
what are you waiting for....
i'm still waiting you sweetheart...
get more close...
light up my fire..
give it more fires...
let me feel it's hotness...
set the fire to our place...
in spite of farness..
in spite of coldness...
give me what i long for and inflame me...
lets start it with your lips...
to get both drunk with your nectar's wine...
to set the fire to our laps...
however i waited thats longing's pleasure...
to be fires and lava on our bodies...
never to end up in ash...
never to end up with just one ******
even...
to keep making it...
****** to another ******
to be continue with no stop...
till yours wake up mine...
and mine wake up yours again...
to get both in another world...
world as not the world we are in ...
and in another place.....
where just the pleasure and the magic...
and the charm which just comes from you and me..
while no one knows about this splendor...
and it's loveliness...
just you and me..
till we both sink down into that love...
sweetheart...
make it well as my craziness...
through your craziness...
with no shame...
with no stop...
make love to me...
hazem al...
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
To whom Shall I complain?
About the agonies,
my entire being flooded by,
About the disappointments,
life has shocked me by,
About those I wished to stay,
But who eventually said Goodbye,
and turned out all to be only pssersby.
To whom shall I complain?
I've exposed my being to the rain
To wash away all the acheing thoughts,
which are crossing my brain,
To wash all worries in every vein.
To the moon,
To the stars,
To the sun,
I complained about all that pain.
To heavens,
To the whole universe,
I did complain
To rescue me,
To save me from the rage,
But every time,
It was in vain.
To whom shall I complain?
About the scars,
And the grazes
Of the abandonments,
About the wounds,
Scratches
Of life's mistreatments,
About all the torments.
To whom shall I complain?
About all the dreams,
which turned to be impossible,
Which turns all things to be horrible,
About all my wishes,
which became unreachable,
About all that is untameable.
To whom shall I complain?
About the loss of the smile,
which I strove to make mine,
But which left without worrying
Whether I would be fine,
Whether I'd be able to rise and shine.
To whom Shall I complain?
About the farness of luck,
About the need for all that I lack,
About the tortures that rack,
And that burden my back.
To whom Shall I complain?
About the talkativeness,
which inhabits my body,
About the exhaustiveness,
which rules my soul,
And which drives me so insane
That I behave like a fool,
Which paralysed me,
Blocked me,
Crashed me,
Then, to the ground,
It dropped me,
like a tool,
Motionless,
Powerless,
And worst of all,
Lifeless...
Rachid Oulamine
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
Recalling....
its just a feelings increases more...
words came within a wound happily feelings..
feelings appeared to touch your heart...
a heart been captured since my eyes saw you...
its a feelings that i always wanted...
feelings wished to share you...
share you and give a happiness through....
feelings increases deeply however a memories comes...
memories which lives so deep inside...
never get out from this chest...
my chest which contains the heart...
this heart which belongs always to you...
a heart that never ever felt a happiness...
only when it met yours...
a heart which is wounding now...
wounding because of a longing...
wounding because of a farness...
because of a love that living inside...
lives alone lonely right now...
By hazem al jaber ...
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
your voice is *** i had forgotten how
its the lips do make by their parting
the jerking of nerves to teem upon
the single tingling of its seamless singing.
(all rasped with **** and an after the show smoke i hate the smell but love the flavor of when it stops being near to farness and with imminent instantaneous kissing becomes
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
the farness of heaven is the farness of twin. a packed theater starts a fire in a factory. a mother and a father clay themselves as figures put to sleep in a clawfoot tub. across the board, a boy is crushed after witnessing for the image of the crowd-surfing girl he was made in. you can’t eat touch.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
A shadow always followed me ...
When I was a little girl, I fell off a tree my mum was not around to dust my bruise but a shadow followed me
That's when we first met when I turned three
It revealed as a guardian angel who was assigned just for me
First-day at school I cried because parting drove me crazy
But there it was making me smile telling me everything will be fine
We played together it helped me find me ally
As the cravings were satisfied, always wished for everybody to smile
Right when everything felt pleasant
A rupture tore us apart, even when I was coated in filth it did not come over to comfort
It watched me from farness stabbed bleed cry, also left me to die but did not come forth to make me smile
My belief in it turned fable alike fiction portrayed by a painter
I fumbled when wakened tried to gain conscious
Unable to recall my own smile I strived to recoup it to my being
No longer witnessed at distance either
I fated to walk the path alone forced to stand on my own
Hoped for it to reunite but was deceived by my belief
Unable to decide if my prayers are delayed or declined
Oh, GOD! Please be my guardian angel again and bring back my happy times
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
the last robot to name its baby.
two smokers
back-to-back
in the high
corn.
the spoonfeeder’s ferris wheel.
litterbug’s
shadow.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC