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