POETIC MEMOIRS OF SHADI YACOUB SHIDRAWI

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An Opus To Spring!  (c) Shadi Shidrawi 2015 https://soundcloud.com/shadishidrawi/an-opus-to-spring-at-c-shadi Hosanna  Hosanna in the highest Blooming flowers of eternity Rainbows within green blossoms  The little things hampering by chirping sounds  brisk at times cooling ears with a slight breeze  flutes of sheperds the perfect sound of nature reborn again  after  long  darkened skies  poesie a la grandeur  stammering strutting  coinciding councilor  rabbits afoot aloof smile  spring is here can you hear rebirth taking place Palm Sunday  children with long candles wearing their outfits  of glee Hosanna in the highest and peace on earth  desired. 

https://soundcloud.com/shadishidrawi/the-tempest-at-shadi-shidrawi The Tempest! The Tempest! © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 Torrential rains crackling the skies, On penultimate chiefs of dawn. Trenching mildness of winds beguiled, On seedless spasms of Tsunamis inside. Mellenia had tiled the elements of might Ariel breathing inside out. A tempestuous fragmented scene. A play of utmost delight. Blow winds, blow! Krakens are sleeping below! And once you look up, Dare to chin up, With skies you will collide. Rush rush rush! This century began with rash! Hording and herding... Devouring with ultimate delight... If the Bard were still alive, He would not give up, But should forever step up without strife!

https://soundcloud.com/shadishidrawi/negative-times-at-shadi Negative Times Negative times lying through your look-a-likes. simply born or weeping deep inside. the spirit of the hearts watching out... watching out... fading moments are slowly going fast. a ray of light shines from there the silence of those waiting. Negative times are those times that work you out. Even the words in your mouth are nothing but vowels and consonants, maybe just vowels, just soft sounds. The soul inside you is the last foreign language you are learning. and the editor remembers that seeing the positive is justified to be close by close by nearer to the end when.. shedrawi.blogspot.com when the negative begins. when the positive subsides when all subsidiary sunless skies collide collisions widen really sunken into fathomed spaces spaced outside the dimensions of times.

https://m.soundcloud.com/search?q=shadi%20shidrawi love is... (c) Shadi Shidrawi 2015 love is a whisper within a tender kiss love is a lisp on lovers' lips love is God created to charm love is a fantastic eternal rhyme. love is a gentle breeze in summer and in spring love is the silence of stillness when all else had failed to sting love is a wink from a star love is a gentle cry from afar. love is you love is me in you love is me love is you in me love is an eternal surprise  love is the epitome of surmise.

Grab Me A Poem (c) Shadi Shidrawi

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Whereto? © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 Whereto should you go? Whereto should you glow? Tropical gardens,  fade as you grow Whereto should you go? Whereto should you grow? Stuttering mouths in feelings you do so Whereto should your lessons take? Whereunto* the blessing snares hives of bees to grow? Whereto? Let me know! Whereto? ....and the amazing rhythm flows. *a dverb or conjunction   where · un · to   \hwer- ˈ ən-( ˌ )tü, wer-, ( ˌ )(h)wər-\ Definition of  WHEREUNTO :    whereto © Shadi Shidrawi 2015

Messages Drawn on Sand Pebbles on sands are pushed downwards with one finger to draw an eternal phrase. to be washed by waves to be uttered by the brave writing on sands whether it fades whether it stays just evaporates into lovely vape rise from those  ashes, the Lebanese phoenix always does Into poetry, we are born again! © Shadi Shidrawi 2015

Rides! © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 Yo! Taxi Service I jump in required wait.. people delivery. shadows of mine stay behind crustaceans by nature required rampant rusticity puppets alive with puppeteers ventriloquists throwing voices into cups. Rides! Vocal!

I Have Just Returned. © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 (To be read with the song by Karunesh, Returning to Now) A bell man from afar! humming in stereo phones  a bass in the background fluctuating 3 notes  on minor scale sitar overrides the blues ellastic its tunes become a bell a wooden flute accompanied by the bass and strings playing a question  and answer and the revelry  within the revelers  continue over nine minutes of infinity leaving me awe struck stress free calm  and  wise the bell the bell! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POd8n0HSp9E&feature=youtu.be

Dissonance in Harmony. (c) Shadi Shidrawi 2015 A cigarette butt hits the sand Swishsh the sound of crackling grains, just like the sound of a suckling pig's ribs on fire aflare. A stone drops on the ocean of water creating a gigantic circle a huge leapfrog shivers or was it Neil Armstrong? A drop of water drops in a camp on a head, trip trop drip drop boom boom 'Ye varmint confess!' Awkward moments of lust take over Luxuries of everlasting clasps Hands shaking hands Words kissing lips Surprisingly till the very end.

Reflections of Sunset After the Storm! Vocal Version (c) Shadi Shidrawi 2015 Reflections of my wondrous wistful wishes, The sun sets straight out of grey clouds over the horizon; Guiding me, Striking, Showing me that, There is always light and hope after the storm. Experiences we live and learn. My story in  poetic dramatic  sunset effects. There is my world  of clouds, Floating with tales. Tales of Thucydides and the History of the Peloponnesian War. No! It's the tale of My Land. A country floating  without a head  to guide! There is thine country, The storm is at its gates, Uncouth vigils of barbarians  awaiting to glide. But that storm, Will be stopped!  My Army its winds torrential rain and cracking thunder will  defeat the threat! And just when, that is done, The sun will come out, so would the poet from the light. 

A Lebanese Cinderella of the 21st Century (c) Shadi Shidrawi 2015. Carving through a pumpkin,  stuck in the kitchen with a sous chef, Cila had a lot on her mind that day. "Where's Prince Shoush? he should be here by now!" "Is the soup ready?" Cila asked again "It's nearly done?" the sous chef replied. Memory kicks in all of a sudden, The dialogue becomes mechanical;  All reflexes bounded with nostalgia.  Cila remembers Prince Shoush  The glass slippers Her step mother, Her step sisters... and how she pulled it through with her intelligence, charm and beauty! Yet, The slippers were sold, Along with the dress. The Prince lost his kingdom, And debt is piling up, Like those pumpkins, On the table  Over there!

The Ides of March! (c) Shadi Shidrawi (March, 2015). Beware the Ides of March  Sapientia is being hidden; Beware the Ides of March Humanity is being trodden; Beware the Ides of March Ghouls are devoureing the bitten. Beware the ides of March  Beware the ides of March No more a soothsayer  to warn Caesar's wife, A Mark Anthony in every corner, A Brutus in every mind. Beware... Beware... Beware the Ides of Maaaaaarch!

Dwindled! The lack of Empathy (c) Shadi Shidrawi 2015. Trepidation Rapid agitation cannot relate to anything The treadmill of consciousness mills the floss in my head Hearty at ache Dwindled a million times. Trepidation Rapid agitation Can relate to nothing Nothingness of a quickening surmise. Old is how towns in those cities grow. A treatment of ailments hitting cold but to digest destinations festivals in incantations the blown wondering of times. steering sneering sneezing words on tissues graphically as it seems draw a conclusion of what's left between you and anyone strange. .. all of this is strange lost in behind a train an entourage of iconoclasts a barrage of holy ties. watch it strange straight inside out. better grab some empathy or my system will just smash!

Moans from Dawn! © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 On a new morn, A great moan came from dawn! No tranquil transmissions  While languages were getting spawned. Agitated by some news I tried to regain order So blessed with the results A page A new leaf I turn over. Amplified within dominions of might, I grapple on what were graphics left years and years behind.  All what I found, Was that all with which had started would never be forgotten or trampled benign.

Trust Love! © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 Originality starts with the heart; Truth remains a fact! When stumbling on rocky roads, Let your Love be your wings; And fly with confidence, so feather lite!  

  Flawless, yet, absolutely Flawed! (c) Shadi Shidrawi 2015 flawless yet absolutely flawed when we talk you whisper and walk announcing days days forlorn, yet to come. coupled with winds  dried in ocarina strums structures fall from old babylon still stop stollen saliant sinners feeding on everlasting civilizations!!! What hellish fiends are there to come?

Grab me a Poem! © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 Time is too short Grab a new note and   Jot down your poem jot it down and encapsulate the time   age is bending   at the pique of iambic rhyme   amending your struggle may mean nothing with the crack of dawn grab a new poem   time is short time is short. You may ask me who am I? I am these lines, letters   and words! jot it down jot it down before the break of a new dawn. The gentle caressing of rhythm embalmed within poetic rhyme, takes your hand and mind and shows you the charm of your inner side. We are what we are! POETS​​​​ gravelling distances afar! Slightly wandering   Giddily humming   Casting spells on stars.... Jot it down Jot it down. Arbitrarily we grope making quakes on this earth happen time is short time is short. once a poet always a poet what once was will always be j