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GHAZALThe Ghazal is a very interesting poetry form and it exists throughout the whole of the Moslem world having originated as an Ottoman poetry form. As their religion spread throughout the Ottoman Empire, so also did their poetry. Mostly the Ghazal is far from religious in its subject matter and indeed the form appears to be blessed with an abundance of erotica. This is probably why the form became very popular in Europe in the 1800's and then in the US with the "Flower Power" generation. Unfortunately the essential elements have been lost with these "Modern Ghazals" and now is the time to revive them or at least make it known what those essentials were.
The Ghazal is a series of couplets each one capable of standing alone as a poem.
The first couplet is called the matla or the place where the heavenly
body rises. This sounds like a pretty good start for a poem.
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Ghazal Posts Contents
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Kathy AndersonSealed inside the bud of rosy love Lies dormant a fragrance of true love Slumbering beneath the sky Snow covers blooms once opened to love Silence under mornings golden rays fly Fallen leaves plucked from the arms of love Silver moon above earth so high Heals with a kiss once scented by love. |
Sal CoraccioSighs of passion ride the air, lovers laughing fill the air. Recognition; blinding light, accusations in the air. Poison arrows in the night, a fog that chills the midnight air. Words of hatred taking flight; knives and glassware in the air. Shaking fists and knuckles white, spitting bile into the air. Truths and lies in anger bite, teeth exposed and sucking air. Enraged hands are squeezing tight; struggling, gasping - must breathe - air. -----
Rose |
Lori MartinFight began over one dirty glass Family photo, hurled, lay 'neath broken glass. In winter storm, he drove to Seth's bar Tiny faces watched through frosty glass As he complained about his life's stress Seth kept refilling his emptied glass He slipped as he stumbled to his car Falling ice resembled tears of glass Weaving 'round corner he lost control His life's blood clung to the shards of glass When police arrived, they knew the score Surveying the scene, crunching through glass Two grim faces stood outside her door As she realized truth, she dropped her glass. -----
Loving You |
Leny RooversThe tender touch of your voice sounds within, brings ripples of laughter- joy wells within. Every inflection I feel on my skin, a surge of the love that grows from within. My heart is a flutter, my thoughts now spin, they echo your words, thrilling deep within. Each word softly spoken- threads fitting in the growing bond, building strongly within. With you in my life, my heart found its twin, the distance there is, is not felt within. I know that one day, our dream will begin, we'll be together, not only within. Patience and trust eventually win; I'm certain of that, know it deep within. |
Ryter RoethicleSave not a thing it all must end It's inevitable all things must end. Why must someone have to die Why must there have to be an end Why is it only then we realise That it's too late, we've lost a friend All things have not been said have they? Say it now, drop your pride and bend Friendship is still the greatest wealth Why must we wait until the end? Declare your love or regret forever Love is riches you cannot spend The dead take nothing with them It's inevitable all things must end. -----
Prisoner
Rain |
Lori and RyterThe Awakening.(Spring) New shoots timidly peek through snow Seeking warmth of adoring sun's glow. Birds return to begin anew Their songs dispersing winter's woe. Ice surrenders its chilly reign Life's currents again freely flow. Buds stretch towards tender caress As gentle breezes softly blow. Mammals on fire seek love's fix Parading glory in lusty show. Vibrant cheer gaily paints the Earth As blossoms erupt, all plants grow. Spring lightens hearts and steps alike We witness its beauty and we know. Lori A time of life.(Summer) This time in life of natures own A time of life for all that's grown. It's splendours as new life abounds A time of life for all that's grown. Flowers spring up from the ground A time of life for all that's grown. Fruit is lush and begins to ripen A time of life for all that's grown. All around is life growing with zest A time of life for all that's grown. Plant and beast are at their best A time of life for all that's grown. Worn for a while a summer crown A time of life for all that's grown. Ryter A Time of Reflection. (Autumn) As summer's greens transform to gold we witness death of all once known. Grey clouds obscure bright summer blue as mem'ries wane of sun once known. Chill northern winds descend, disturb comfort's sought in warm thoughts once known. Rainbow of leaves dance in a gust our hearts rememb'ring love once known. Animals gath'ring winter stores clinging to contentment once known. Leafy quilts preserve Mother's roots minds reflect on happiness once known. Autumn's last hurrah fades away pausing to regard bounty once known. Lori A time of rest. (Winter) All plants are bare, no more their best For now it is a time of rest. Beneath the earth asleep and still The kernels of trees lie at rest Bulbs and seed await natures will With other forms of life at rest. The earth's energy needs to refill The fields lie fallow and at rest Work is done at the water mill The miller too must have his rest. Fishes must swim in ice cold chill But slower now for even they rest. So for months no movements will Disturb nature for she is at rest. Ryter |
Carly SvamvourOver the city, over the fields - home; Across the ocean, into the sky - home. I heard the drums drum; were you in that dream? I felt it like an ache in the wing. Home. Though I recall nothing of heaven's gate, I will see your glow, and know I am home. Now we are walking down that dusty road, you, me and that little dog - I am home. I have felt my heart pain, known joy, light; It's enough to know; enough to come home. Oh, Brother you will know my name; you'll know that I am on my way - I'm home. I'm home. -----
Seasons (Spring)
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