"halima" poems
Her name is Halima
And she leans from her window
In her hijab that covers her hair
Halima don't spit on the people below
Her mama laughs - My Halima!
But that's her little daughter
And she knows when Halima spits -
It's - the purest rose water
Halima's hijab is of the greenest green
That covers her chestnut hair
With the handprint of a man
Large and brown embroidered there
And her long white dress embroidered
With buds and leaves and thorny stems
And secret roots and blooms of roses
In her house above the Thames
Halima don't spit! Her mama chides
But the people sailing by
Think the air is filled with roses
So they smile and they sigh
As Halima in her hijab
With the handprint of a man
Turns the ***** river to rose water
As only Halima can ...
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
H-Hail! Hail! Hail!
A-All cuddly aquiline butterflies
L-Limbered and croon
I-In the midst of Eden
M-Mirthfully like the hallowed angels
A-And soar high beneath the curled clouds
H-Happily the withered grass and flowers
A-Awoken,and laid out their hearts
I-Imperil before the rays at sunshine
L-Languidly,to ink modish Ballads
E-Eulogizing thy charm,thy steam and thy wit
Y-Yes! Yes! Together the whole universe yodelled for thee
Halima Hailey
©Historian E.Lexano
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC