I WISH YOU HEAVEN: a poem

My dear, you were my everything, my breath my food and air-
I loved you for existing, a loss I could not bear-

But the cards, it seems, played differently than what we thought would be-
For once placed on the table,... you'd not end up with me-

I still love you, my heart of hearts, my Queen in every dream-
I still think that we'd win each day, as God's most loving team-

Despite my faith in what we had, our team did lose the game-
I wish you Heaven, though I know that you'd not wish the same-

Our ups always outpaced our downs, our tiffs turned into laughter-
Our love had made our smiles from frowns, pain now but joy soon after-

To think, I planned on having you, to hold and love forever-
But dreams are dreams my fantasies from life I had to sever-

Some said that I aimed much too high, others, far too low-
they have no clue of what we had, they'll likely never know-

A King and Queen, a kingdom, celebrating life and love-
I wish you Heaven, maybe we will meet there, up above-

I don't want to wait- a poem

Bumpy roads, smooth, warm paths, sharp ended words, candle lit baths-

Doubt filled nights, dreams of bliss, cold conversations, love's warm kiss-
I don't want to wait 'till next summer, that seems so far away-
I don't want to wait 'till next summer, for our special day-
Stubborn visit, airport surprise, floor length skirt, a meeting of eyes-
Day long Heaven, searching for money, love making pair, frosted flake funny-
I don't want to wait 'till next summer, I've waited long enough-
I don't want to wait 'till next summer, the road we walk is ruff-
Talk of walking, pacts made after, never again, her soft laughter-
Moves down South, the heat is the same, small ceremony, same last name-
I don't want to wait 'till next summer, tomorrow feels too late-
I don't want to wait 'till next summer, let's sit and make a date-

~Jalil

Coldest Summer, Warmest winter- a poem

Coldest summer, warmest winter, why did I beg my heart to enter?-
knowing that hell is at the center, coldest summer, warmest winter-

Fruitless spring, bountiful fall, I wish I could forget it all-
In springs cold grasp, my leaves did fall, but tell me, did you care, at all?-

My world, it seems, is upside down, sharp is dull, square is round-
A heartless world, a soothing splinter, coldest summer, warmest winter-

Please, don't take my frown for sadness, insanity is not my madness-
A fish that swims in a lake of fire, a truth filled woman, is but a liar-

I found the key, I turned the lock. I wound the meat and cooked the clock-
Your loving words, just idle talk, you run away, towards me you walk-

My winter warms me, my summer chills, fighting comforts, loving kills-My distance runner, a breathless sprinter. coldest summer, warmest winter-  

By, Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza,
Thank you, Anonymous, for catching the typo.

THE FUNERAL

Dearly Beloved but not loving, we gather here today, to send what was our loved one, most tenderly on it's way-

I've noticed that you've all came here, to answer deaths black call but some of you hardly knew the departed, if at all-

Before I say the prayer of peace to send this soul along, I'd like to make it VERY clear that most of you were wrong-

Our departed, here, needed you, though you thought that not the case, now gather round our loved one and let's meet it face to face-

Here lies the relationship, so strong when alive. We thought that through all weather, the relationship would survive-

But jealousy was stronger, mistrust was it's killer, arrogance was it's only friend and love, only a filler-

I see that trust, you have come, but where were you when needed? I've noticed patience has showed it's face but was never deeply seeded-

Good God, SEX, you were never there, relationship had loved you, Ahhh tenderness, yes you were shown, none other put above you-

Honesty, I have to say that you have played your part but jealousy, that evil soul, ripped relationship apart-

The rest of you, you had your rolls, I ask thee, did you play them? I guess sometimes prayers do not work and relationship did say them-

So let us all just be at peace and learn a lesson here- Know that if you don't give love, love's death is always near....
by, Jalil

BREAKING UP-a poem

Sit down... Listen....

Hey,... I'm breaking up with you, for all the crazy shit you do-
You wake me in the dead of night, and keep me up, till morning's light-

Yeah,... I'm breaking up with you, for all the shit you make me do-
I'm pacing, planning, wondering, when I am gonna do this thing-

See, you and I, were paper and glue, so what I say just may shock you-
but I am breaking up with you, for all the stuff that we've been through-

So hey, I'm breaking up with you, I feel emotions I never knew-
My hand's are clasped, but I'm not praying, please listen good to what I am saying-

Right now I'm breaking up with you, but keeping you for life-
I'm breaking up with my girlfriend, and making you my wife....

WE ARE FINISHED!!!!! Now come here...

by, Jalil

BIG LEGGED WOMAN-a poem

Stunningly beautiful, big legged, full figured lady-

Hips, lips and thighs remind me of a Queen of old, Kush-

Classified as so called 'plus size',

you are clearly supple, multiplication-

you multiply my fantasies by the thousands-

I fantasize about serving you in a thousand ways-

I tease, taste and touch you-

I listen and talk, learn and teach-

I am fascinated by your voluptuousness-

Finger traces your round, feminine curves and-

Tongue travels your many hills and valleys-

They try to label and lessen you in every way-

I know the truth of your existence though-

Don't watch your weight, I'll watch it all for you-

I'll be your exercise regime for the day and night, Baby-

Let them pass you on by, a real man won't-

A real man would appreciate and would not be intimidated-

Let me show you how I'd take all of that out on the town-

Show the world your brilliance and they will be humbled-

They thought only small women had the right to smile-

Let's prove them wrong. I'll take your hand then let it go-

I'll sit back and watch you dance for me-

I am humbled and hypnotized by how you rock that dress-

You stunningly beautiful, big legged, full figured lady-



More cushion for the push'n by, Jalil- Keep it thick...

WHAT I MEANT TO SAY

Let's just say I care for you how a man cares for his friends-
I'll stand by you through ups and downs, from the beginnings to bitter ends-

What I meant to say is that I love you and I'll be there when you need me-
I'd give my right arm in your stead, I'll die for you, if need be-

Let's just say you are my girl. Yeah, come tell me about your day-
I promise not to interject, I'll listen to what you say-

What I meant to say is I adore you and I want to ease your pain-
I'll hang on each and every word and shield you from the rain-

Let's just say you can rely on me when no one else is near-
I'll let you lean upon me, friend, until the pain's not there-

What I meant to say.... What I meant to say is I need you, maybe more than you can see-
and given half the chance, my love, I'd ask you to marry me.... That's what I meant to say.... I love you, I adore you, and I need you.....



Something meaningful, by Jalil... I mean what I say...

MAKE LOVE TO YOU

Come here, Baby, sit your purse down on the floor-
Let me slip you out your jacket. Let your hard day be no more-

Now sit down, Baby, take your shoes off and lay down-
I'll massage your feet, Baby. After that please turn around-

Let me get that back, Baby. Let me rub away your stress-
Enjoy each stroke of my fingers, Baby, enjoy each soft caress-

Now get out of your clothes, Baby. I ran you a hot bath-
If you look down at the floor, Baby, rose petals mark the path-

Lean back in the water, Baby, smell the oils and feel the heat-
Let my hands massage you further Baby, your neck, your arms and feet-

Step out of the water, Baby and step into your gown-
Now let me brush your hair for you then lay your body down-

Your eyes are getting heavy but rest assured it's true that even though there was no sex, I just made love to you...........




Something for the hard working woman by Jalil

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IT'S THE ODDEST THING

It's the oddest thing, you and I have never met before-
yet seeing you here has shaken me, to the very core-

I know that we could have never felt each other in love's embrace-
but something stirred inside of me, the moment I saw your face-

It's the oddest thing, my ancient love, how you speak right to my heart
though we have spent two very different lives, living far apart-

I cannot help but recognize your every word and every action-
this thing I feel is much more, Dear, than just a TAGGED attraction-

In fact, my heart does know you, though we've only now just met-
It's as though your soul is the one thing that my soul would not forget-

And yes, we've only drawn the first light curve of love's vignette-
It's the oddest thing that we've never been in love, at least not yet...

It's the oddest thing....


Just something I was inspired to write, by Jalil

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HAVE

Have I ever just crossed your mind while you were thinking about something that had nothing to do with me but the thought of me still brought you joy?

Have you heard my voice as clear as day, in your mind, over a multitude of voices and other sounds around you and my voice still brought you peace?

Have you ever tasted a phantom kiss that I planted from far away but you felt the deep slowness of it still and my kiss still brought you bliss?

Have you felt my fingers caress your body through the layers of your clothes only to find that you are alone but my touch still brought you passion?

Have you heard my laughter in your ears while you laugh alone, at something that tickled you deep down inside and my laughter still brought you light?

Have you felt the warmth of my arms holding you in a cold, still room while you think of moments we've shared and my arms still brought you security?

If you have answered yes to any of these, know that those were not imagined sensations... I reach out to you even now with pure love and I pray, Dear, that it all reaches you and brings beauty to your day, Ameen.





Just a thought by, Jalil al-Hamza

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BABY, PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON

Baby, put your clothes on, you know not what you do-
You give it up for free, dear and they do not care for you-
They come and view your pics for free and leave their filth below-
If you were fully clothed, my Dear, they'd not stop by, you know?

I see your thighs, please cover them and let me earn my rights-
The right to see and touch them, Dear, should be your shining knight's-

Please put your clothes on, Baby, let no one see your treasure-
You seek the words of dog like men and it is they you pleasure-
I do not want your anger, just your heart and ear will do-
I swear I'm only dropping jewels of pride, that shine for you-


So put your clothes on, Baby and claim your rightful place-
Leave all the men and boys with dreams of your sweet, lovely face...


Please, don't take this the wrong way as I am only telling you all (and you know who you are) the truth. I'm not preaching or judging because how you do your thing is up to you but if you want to find a good man, throw a good image out to him.

Thanx for reading, -Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza

THE LOVE WE SHARE

The love we share is legendary, almost scary, the way we communicate with no words and when we speak, I play the role of your subconscious and you play mine.

The love we share is extraordinary. The capacity we have for passion, if made into physical mass, would stack a thousand mountains high and leave the world in awe.

The love we share is dumbfounding for if made into light and sent into the sky, all would cease their actions to look upwards at the spectacle that is our devotion.

The love we share is absolute. Had our love been established in the time of Moses at Mt. Sinai, our love could very well be the 11th commandment. Thou shalt love one another for all time....

The love we share is true... One can deny the truth many times over but that does not make it untrue....


Something concerning love by Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza

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WANTING

Feeling you from what seems like a million miles-

A feather light touch on the nape of my neck but I turn to find only a phantom you-

Dreaming you closer into my waiting and wanting arms-

You complete my every fantasy and I strive to live each one out-

While we were both besieged by ice for as far as the eye could see, it was your daily dose of undying warmth that saw me through those cold days-

In my dreams, you were there. I was your rhythmic toy and you were my willing concubine. Together we created such works-

Wanting badly for you to be the one I label 'my back bone' and 'my everything' -

Wanting badly for this flat,digital wall to be no more-

Wanting, wishing, waiting, dreaming for you, Queen-

NASSENI BEK

Nasseni Bek... I forgot myself with you...-

I thought that you actually walked out of my dreams, that day-

In my dreams you sat by the Nile, brown, beautiful and regal-

I come and sit near you, tenderly. I then take your hand-

Your hand felt as if you bathed in Shea and milk-

I take it up, slowly and place it upon my face-

The hands of a nurturer,... a Queen. I was instantly humbled-

In the presence of a Sultana... I saw you there in the Sun-

Your skin glistening like the noon sun glinted surface of Lake Nubia-

You somehow, suddenly became the Nile River itself-

Churning, beautiful and slow, I drank from you, Beloved-

My thirst quenched, I held you and felt your many curves-

I held you like the banks of the great Nile holds it's waters, only temporarily-

Nasseni Bek... I forgot myself with you-


Dreaming.... Jalil Amir al-Hamza

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TAKE ME OFF THE MARKET: a poem concerning online social sites, the confusion they cause and love

You say your sick of seeing love from women I don't know-
You say you cannot stand reading the comments down below-
You tell me that the pic comments are getting too extreme-
You swear that I'm the man that all the women often dream-

So take me off the market Baby, don't just be my girl-
Take me off the market and become my covered pearl-
Don't tell me what you do not like, unless you have a plan-
Take me off the market, I don't need another fan-

You huff and puff about the way the women smile and greet-
You throw your weight around a bit when they start being sweet-
You tell me that the women here, they only want my sex-
You tell me, it's my words right now, but it's my body next-

So take me off the market, go and get your finger sized-
Take me off the market or have you not realized-
that all the women want to be with me because I'm free?-
So take me off the market, stop the games and marry me-

Thanx for reading, comment if you want the market closed for business...
By,Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza

SABR

The seas of life are deep, my love, vast and full of life-
The currents may just give you joy or bring you into strife-
The one thing that I know for sure is fate is not our own-
It may be fate to love and live or end this life alone-

But Sabr, Queen I ask of thee. Please wait and see it through-
I know, we live in troubled times, it's much I ask of you-
but please know that my heart and soul are both needing you-
So Sabr, love, please practice it and we'll see dreams come true-

We talk and dream and it may seem as if we have but smoke-
You fear the worst, of growing old and promises we broke-
but my fear, my lovely Dear, belongs to God alone-
My love is strong, my love for you I will declare in stone-

So Sabr, Queen, we need it now, more than food or drink-
I move towards you with love that's true, despite what you may think-
Sabr is what makes us grow and never shrink away-
I ask you to be patient Love, let Allah lead the way-


Let us all have Sabr in all that we strive for, Ameen.

By Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza
From bitter patience, comes sweet success....

SHIT

Shit,... there she is again, the woman of my dreams... I toss and turn with her phantom form in my arms and her charms are rhythmic in nature. A belly dancer's hips and lips that could animate Nefertiti's bust, for it will turn away in jealousy... And jealously I'd hold her...

Shit,... She's looking this way, isn't she and isn't HE the man she's with, the one that ignores her, as if she was the pith and the others are the petals of a flower that sours his mood and makes him cold like forsaken food on the table of a man that takes gifts for granted? I could be her gravity and she my planet, my earth mother... Can you believe the nerve of this blind brother?

Shit,... She's walking away from him and towards me, with the grace of a lioness, the face of cool composure and I'm left, bereft of any composer at all, and with each foot fall, my 'mojo' depletes and my heart skips it's beats, and I find myself suddenly standing to greet a Queen in her approach, I am her humble, no,... her HUMBLED servant....

Shit,... she parts her perfected lips to speak, I am weak and floored, my heart, it soared up and away because this could very well be the day that my every dream comes true... And in a honey dew whisper she states, "I want you... I want you..." I was hers without thinking, just feeling, while peeling my cowardice away, I say, in a calm, cool voice, "You had me long ago... Shit..."

By, Jalil... slam that...

QUIET STORM

Held captive by the curves of her cumulonimbus-
She hit with all the power of a billion steeds-

She was strong but quiet, well built, thus-
her rhythm, deep, at various speeds-

From the heavens, down my world did shake-
her passing by, noticed by many-

Hearts abound did this storm take-
breaking all not leaving any-

Her beauty, awing, most humbling was she-
Behind her many a man did bow-

From her immense power, I shalt not flee-
This Quiet Storm rains on me now-

Soak me, electrify me, take me up into your midst-
Rip this loneliness from my wanting heart-

Destroy me, then rebuild me with a single kiss-
I'm here waiting for your inundation to start-

Allow me to be the winds that propel you-
Allow me to be your thunder's roar-

I'll be the lightening that will never fail you-
I'll be the wet in your rain until I am no more...

APACHE GIRL

From snowy peak to coastal edge-

From sand lined bank to rocky ledge-

From open plain to ancient wood-

A proud and beautiful people stood-



And there she stands, Raven hair-

Deer's subtle gracefulness, the courage of Bear-

Thieves did come to strip her lands-

But pride she still holds in her hands-



Industrious, artistic, brave and strong-

They told great stories through dance and song-

Earth was mother, respected and kept-

Under Sky's star blanket, Her people slept-


And there she slumbers, Healing Eagle-

Her spirit walks, both humble and regal-

They forced her people into reservations-

She still sees a spirit in all of God's creations-
 
Stolen, abused, a land and people but vanish they did not-

From Abenaki to Zuni, they stood, they spoke, they fought-

Through trickery and brutality, their lands forcefully taken-

If given back their lands and rights, their
 
Apache girl, with heart so heavy, her people spread so thin-

know that they steal your spirit not, for it resides within-

Your culture and your pride still speaks in everything you do-

Though I know not your people's plight, my heart goes out to you-


For a dear friend... I pray you are well, Ameen...

YOUR

Your smile electrifies and humbles me-
Your pictures tease and excite me-

Your skin reminds me and emboldens me-
Your words challenge and rewrite me-

Your eyes reflect and compel me-
Your lips beckon and subdue me-

Your love warms and secures me-
Your vision looks right through me-

Your humor tickles and delights me-
Your strength ensures and impresses me-

Your thoughts calm and compose me-
Your mind eagerly undresses me-

Undress me as if I am yours and yours alone-
Your palace awaits, Queen, come sit on your throne.....


Something short and sweet by, Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza


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Comment, if you smiled a little.....

LOVE=0

1 + 1 does equal 2, you don't see things the way I do-
You see that 1 is next to none and what does 0 add up to?-

Pi is your way but I deal in square-
You seem so well rounded while love is not there-

It feels so damn cold when I know you don't care-
If (X) equals 0 then what is my share-

I add, you subtract from good feelings and joys-
You play with my feelings as if they were toys-

A decimal separates good times we did share-
So my sum is not equal to my prime number's care-

Should I tell you that fractions are what I have left-
Whole numbers, subtracted, I sit here bereft-

I can add up the sum of my smiles on one hand-
You divide and then ask why alone I must stand-



An equation for you to ponder by Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza

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SHE IS

She is amazing... With a single wink of an eye or with the slightest curl of her lips she has me mesmerized.

She is attractive... Her every movement attracts my attention. Her beauty comes from within. She is poetry in motion...

She is strong... She may not be able to lift a hundred pounds but she has lifted a hundred sorrows and more from my heart. Her strength keeps me going.

She is intelligent... She can calculate the distance of my Mars from her Venus and bring the two closer. Her words are so elegantly woven that to ponder them is like pondering the stars.

She is humble... She never looks down her nose but rather up to the heavens and it shows in everything that she does. She knows of the creator of all things. She wants to get to know him better.

She stands out... From blocks away and within a crowd of a million souls, I can pick out her energy. It calls to me so loudly.

She fits in... While laying with her in the darkness of our room, her body fits into mine, flawlessly. A hand to a glove. The sun to the moon. We can't tell where one of us ends and the other begins.

She is mine... She is not my property but rather my partner, in all things. I call her mine because she is my second half, my better half at that. She finishes my sentences because she is mine. She tastes so good because she is mine......


She is.......................................................


something nice by Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza

Thanks for giving it a read. Comment if you wish. Ma Salaam.

PSYCHE LOVE

Oh make love to your mind, I can do it to and for you,... 

Meeting you in your subconscious, I approach you with the confidence of a pride leading lion- 

Embracing your deepest desires, dissecting them, stroke for stroke, until I find the wettest dream- 

I lay that dream down, displayed, raw and wide open, I search my mind for a way into yours- 

Locating that place in you that contains excitement unbound, I taste and tease, it blossoms- 

A sea of fantasies threatens to drown me, I do not waste nary a drop, taking each moment and giving it back to you, ten fold- 

Taking your mind to a place where gravity is defied, we glide and pump to mysterious, distant moans and rhythms that come from outside of our realm- 

Caressed, I free what you've caged. Unleashed, it now runs wild in the gardens that you've so carefully tended, with modest and demure hands, it is ravenous, panting and fast- 

That thing, the thing you wanted to find but were too afraid, I capture it, tame it, hold it firmly as it thrashes and bucks against my will, hot and rhythmic- 

I calm it with a mantra: 
Away with your inhibitions and enjoy it- 
Delve deep into this feeling and enjoy it- 
Your mind is a door to the rest of your being, enjoy it- 
Together, together we can enjoy it- 

Powerful, majestic and unafraid, it comes to know me, multiple times and it is both desired and desirable. A once timid but beautiful psyche, taken to a new level of being and pleasantly exhausted... I've just made love to your mind... 

By Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza 
The challenge was to write a poem/piece that was about making love to the mind but not mentioning one single sexual move, how did I do?