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Poem: “Don’t Blame The Sinner”

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The Chess Queens © Muriel Streeter

“DON’T BLAME THE SINNER”

“Don’t blame the sinner,”
I whisper to the Queen
Regal in her robe of white,
Her skin a pearly sheen.

“Don’t blame the sinner
If he gives himself to me
After he surrenders,”
I whisper quietly.

“Don’t blame the sinner,
Or fill your heart with hate,
Forgive him if he fails,
He didn’t write his fate.”

She turns her pale face
To watch a handsome horse
With a prancing gait
And cunning wayward course.

“Forgive his evil deed,”
I whisper one more time,
Not glancing at the steed
I dream of every night.

His protective wife
Is both pawn in my game
And distraction in my quest
To destroy his Royal Name.

My next sudden move
Fills her eyes with fright
As she cries to me,
“You’ll capture my White Knight?”

“Don’t blame your sister
For being a Black Queen –
I do not want your Knight,
I’m capturing your King!”

© 02/16/2014 by Aisha Abdelhamid

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Submitted to the Speakeasy Grid, week #149 at yeahwrite.me – This week the prompt is the sentence, “Don’t blame the sinner,” to be used as the first line in the post, and some reference to be made to the painting at the top of this page, titled, “The Chess Queens,” by Muriel Streeter. Like to learn more? Click this logo to join us:

Poem: No One Could Ever Know

NO ONE COULD EVER KNOW

No one could ever know
What happened here
No figment of our fantasy
Will ever reappear
To indicate our passage
Of time in cyberspace
That’s just an old computer
Useless, wasting space

But I flew with you like Lois Lane
Holding hands with Superman
I flirted with you like Scheherazade
Conversing with her Sultan
I rode with you like Princess Jasmine
On a carpet with Aladdin
I danced with you above the stars
In a moonlit corner of heaven

I counted with you the shooting stars
Showering us with light
I echoed your cry like a wolf on a mountain
As we traversed the night
I followed your call and trusted you
And you guided me to your shore
I found you true and I married you
And you carried me through your door

No one could ever know
What happened here
No figment of our fantasy
Will ever reappear
To indicate our passage
Of time in cyberspace
That’s just an old computer
Useless, wasting space

But the screen of your eyes
Still shines clear
In each pixel of light
Your loving words appear
Brightening the mischievous
Smile on your face
As you remember our fun
Flying in cyberspace

Dedicated to My Beloved Husband, Mohamed, may Allah grant us Paradise together!
© 02/09/2014 by Aisha Abdelhamid

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Submitted to the Speakeasy Grid, week #148 at yeahwrite.me – This week the prompt is the sentence, “No one could ever know what happened here,” to be used anywhere in the post, and some reference to be made to the song, “Counting Stars,” by OneRepublic. Like to learn more? Click this logo to join us:

Submitted April 15, 2015 to Crysta’s great blog, “Dancing with Fireflies” for her weekly challenge. This month the theme is Romance, and this week Crysta is asking for reviews of favorite books, or a romantic poem, meme, etc., so I think it’s a great opportunity to share this romantic poem about online dating that I wrote for my husband in memory of all those great times we had online before we actually “met” and married!

Join us at Crysta’s blog: http://fireflydance.net/2014/04/11/weekly-challenge/
See you there!
;^)

Poem: There Was A Time When Things Were Different

“THERE WAS A TIME WHEN THINGS WERE DIFFERENT”

“There was a time when things were different,”
My Buddy whispered to me.

“Back when I was a little guy,”
He continued wistfully,

Hopping from limb to limb, and then
He flew to another tree.

I flapped my wings and followed him,
But he was evading me.

It didn’t use to be this way –
My son used to follow me.

Now he is grown and on his own,
Soaring high and flying free,

Sunlight catching his bright red head
And flashing his bright green wings.

Prefering now to be with friends,
He’s no longer needing me.

Soon he will fly away for good,
Never again to be seen.

“There was a time when things were different,”
My Buddy repeated to me,

“Back when I was a little guy,”
He continued wistfully,

“But wherever I go, Mom, I will fly
Carried by your love for me.”

Then he flew away, not saying goodbye,
With my love tucked under his wings.

Dedicated to my son, Buddy – I love and miss you!
© 02/03/2014 by Aisha Abdelhamid

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Submitted to the Speakeasy Grid, week #147 at yeahwrite.me – This week the prompt is the sentence, “There was a time when things were different,” to be used as the first line, and some reference to be made of the photo of the two birds at the top of the post. Like to learn more? Click this logo to join us:

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Poem: “Damn Cold Day!”

“DAMN COLD DAY!”

“Damn cold day today!”
He entered on the attack.

“Indeed it is, Sir,
A very fine one, at that!”

Uninvited, unwelcome,
And lacking in tact,

“Your house looks like crap,”
He scowled and growled back.

“Indeed it is, Sir,
A very fine one at that!”

I faced him, smiling,
Never giving him my back.

He sneered at me boldly
And tried another tack,

Cursing like a sailor,
“That’s a damn ugly cat!”

“Indeed it is, Sir,
A very fine one at that!”

Unable to argue,
I watched his face turn black.

Disgusted and confused, he spit,
“I’ll be right back!”

“You’re welcome anytime, Sir,
Please do come back!”

I sat there and waited, but
He never came back.

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“Damn Cold Day!” © 1/26/2014 Aisha Abdelhamid

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Written and submitted for the Speakeasy Fiction Slam And Poetry Jam, Post #146. This week’s prompt is to be used as the last sentence: “I sat there and waited, but he never came back.” The video prompt to be referenced is “C is for Contrafibularity,“ and I referenced it by using the first two lines of the clip.

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