POETRY: a poem

Poetry, a house it burns down, the family safe outside-
Poetry, a mother's kiss fills son's heart up with pride-
Poetry, a sparrow's flight, a beam of sun breaks cloud-
Poetry, the rising sun, casting off night's shroud-

See, poetry is not always a thing of words and rhyme-
I see the beauty and the words in tolerance and time-
A poem can be moments spent in love's pure artistry-
To kiss her palm and her soft neck is my true poetry-

Poetry, a man brings flowers just because he loves her-

Poetry, he'll protect her heart but never stand above her-
Poetry, a starry night, with crickets singing songs-
Poetry, a man stands up, to right all of his wrongs-
 
See, poetry can be found in our hearts and in our minds-
a poem is found in man's good deeds or heard in wind blown pines-
A book of poetry will not always be found on shelves-
more often, we can find that poetry within very selves- Poetry....

~Jalil

LINDA: a poem

Her beauty warms, in a world that's cold-
Her bloodline, regal, steady and long-
Though her people were bought and sold-
She still stands bold and strong-

Her words, all true and full of light-
I read them with conviction-
but there are those who gnaw and bite-
and try to push their fiction-

Those sick of mind and bleak of heart-
knew nothing of respect-
or how their words tore her apart-
What darkness, they reflect-

But then the Queen, she spoke to me-
Her smile, I could not find-
until I said, please stay with me-
and leave the fools behind-

Now she's here, this blessed soul-
and I am blessed to know her-
I said her smile is my true goal-
and I intend to show her-

Linda, thank you for your smile-
You humble me with kindness-
You've made this man from Sudan's Nile,-
call you "Her royal highness"-

For a precious friend. She won a contest and this was her prize.
~Jalil

Significant: a poem

Some say "significant other" like it's some kind of prize -
It's more like a disguise for what they don't want-

Don't front,... how long will he or she stay significant?-

See, what I can't understand is how a woman and a man
can stay significant but can't build a brick further than that-

Boyfriend, girlfriend, shorty, boo
partners in crime, terrible two-

I want far more than phone calls and meetings
that will just keep repeating, until we see each other,
as more than significant-

There's nothing wrong with a starting point
but you come to my joint, all jealous, over zealous-

and when I mirror your audacity, you sharply tell me,
"I don't see no ring on this finger!!!"-

so why would I linger, between joy and ploy?
I'd rather be 'your boy' than remain "significant"-

The bottom line is I want marriage, the bond that-
no man can disparage-

no games, no con, no slight of hand-
just one good woman with one good man-

I'd rather have you fail me now,than have you, years from now sit me down,look me in my eyes, gray in my beard and say;

"Baby, you'll always be significant"

~Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza

Rain: a poem

Soul washed clean and made anew-
From spark to flame because of you-

All fear is gone, replaced by bliss-
Face turn to sky, awaits rain's kiss-

She's joy, that is devoid of pain-
Some call her friend, I call her Rain-

She soaks my soul, with tears of glee-
I've prayed so long for this to be-

A shower of a love unmatched-
No parasol, my roof's not thatched-

I long to feel her warm embrace-
Her drops upon my weary face-

A love that time will never wane-
And all because of lovely rain-

For a friend, thank you for the inspiration
Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza

As You Sat At That Table: a poem

I heard about it many days after the deed was done-
Before hearing that I wasn't, It thought I was the only one-

I know now that I'm just a man and not a lucky king-
What felt like something struck in stone, now feels just like a fling-

You cheapened it with tainted words and actions just as cold-
This last thing, though, I never thought that you would be as bold-

You may have not laid next to him or shared a kiss that night-
But what you did still cut so deep, it still just wasn't right-

As you sat at that table, you claimed you thought of me-
But when you looked across the table, what man did you see?-

Had I met another woman, to share my smiles and laughter-
You'd call me a liar and a coward then a cheater after-

But as you sat at that table, did you consider me?-
Did you think for a moment how angry I would be?-

Did you stop before you met him to tell him you could not?-
Did you tell him of our love or was that what you forgot?-

Our table though sits empty, our laughter goes unheard-
To think that I believed in you, believing every word-

Just know that lines are there for reasons , that you should have known-
The table sits as a reminder of love you should have shown-


-Table for one
-Jalil