POETIC MEMOIRS OF SHADI YACOUB SHIDRAWI

Mirror me! © Shadi Shidrawi 2014 hey... have you given it a thought? hey... have you tried it a little short? hey.. have you ever wondered, if it's you I'm talking to? hey... you over there, i am here not there. hey... you over here i am there now and you are here. who am i? i am you who are you? you are me a reflection of you and me.

As we cheer a year goodbye it is remarkable how we do this and forget all the pain humanity went through, just another year. Or should we just remember those good times that give us hope to welcome the new one? © Shadi Shidrawi 2014

straightforward simplicity thrives without delays stupefied strained discounted dedicated misunderstood the concept of boxing day forgot St. Stephen and saw the event as shop till you drop add flavor to the shop another reaction to thank you for giving we offer all those who participated, a big discount gather ye commodities whilst ye may Herrick translated in green and other colorful notes. yet we... yet we, who created the alphabet who spread the word who sailed the seas before discoverers were born, can't really function unless in dungeons by a group of friendly foes democraticly embalmed outlook of embarrassments we are a feudal farm with centuries left behind. no change is immediate no change is imminent we are what we are shamans designed to deny oh lord help my people... to get a few ... who make this place a pandemic ... to change while chances are lost at every millisecond... and all what we do is nag: who would save the hiring of the thirsty monger at every pause prete...

Christmas Morning ©Shadi Shidrawi sun is out clear blue skies a poet so hungry to catch a rhyme a rhyme, an incantation, an iconoclastic, endeavor to obtain a photograph of Christmas Morning. all the wine evaporated the goodies digested the warmth of the eve absorbed absolutely absorbed a new fresh beginning a dawn for humanity raises the sun of Christmas Morning the three magical Magi brought gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh the elves accompanied Santa on his sleigh with dears and rudolf Christmas vs xmas both come once a year one fills up your heart with joy and hope & the other empties your pocket till you drop but let's not talk about yesterday's let's try to portray this day: Christmas morning waiting for everyone's blessing please share your thoughts in a couple verses to this poem as you feed in all what you've noticed in posts so poetic the surreal and real of this blessed Christmas d...

Brrrrr Bah! blue brisk disk hands freezing new solstice solution in a quilt freed to rhyme i freeze the vine eternally left freezing with blue blue icy prisms. blue  with its magnificence  radiates the chill after the dill from icicles of solstice. aurora with its green bluish aura flies the north folks announcing the beginning  of shortened days longitude of nights  it is freezing we light a tree get your self a blanket blanched by fur and long  animal hair it's solstice  a new child is born  from incandescent flames the world will not be torn Yultide vickings surrounded with vixens round the fire of ice. say hail to the Gauls with potions of might. it's winter  with its wonderlands even hotels made of ice not really very good advice flew his son to the North pole a treat from a Scott his half lawless suit delectable in time spring is far fetched autumn has just passed by it's too chilly out...

Poem ©Shadi Shidrawi A Poem,   i Can't define!  i shout    Oh sweet illusion, of sweet perfection! A poem, Piles of tasks ahead lurking havoc in one's head .........................step forward to unravel What you purposefully left behind! A Poem is A challenge to be met A rose to be sent Down the Rhyme river A Poem takes care of One task after another, tell me why do we bother? Just to meet redemption? Or sink in phases of procrastination? A poem: ........Oh... we love that feeling, a filament of clandestine desire. A Poem: A sweet sense of fulfilled inner state of perfection transforming into lights of an alphabetical prism. A poem........the essense of ultimate resurrection of inner side realities. in verse , and in verse is Universal! a poem, the emotion of relief its decorum! the everlasting effect, its images. the beating sensation of your pounding heart, its rhythm.

Narcissistic Meditation. Mastered and Cheerful Straightforward and Gleeful Established and fully Blemished Astounded not tearful. Who am I, you ask? I am a troubled Introduction A Presumptuous Inuendo Set to unfulfil a task. Sharp and Eloquent Dapper and Resonant Patient and Adamant Survivor and Arrogant people call Me Narcisse love to revel in caprice of My elegant possibilities for the next following anxieties.

Christmas Comes Just Once a Year! © Shadi Shidrawi Ready, steady,  go edit note But how to let it go, Is it because Chronic remorse,  when you listen  "If you have behaved badly, "On no account brood over your wrongdoing. "You say you care Christmas is near  a child is born  a child is born  Is your Christmas the same as mine? Hark the herald angels sing Who took the event  Christmas, Christmas is near  Christmas is near  back to the old drawing board Christmas is near and the heart is kicking post  revel leave an impression  receive one and let it go when voices  around Christmas time echo in the silence  of your head! as all the moralists have agreed,  is a most undesirable sentiment? just around this time of year the voices would sound  like that: then make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time." Rolling in the muck is not  the b...

Transcendent propriety clasps the first abandoned call; tranquil transmission transfers the designated role. If I were you, 'nd you were me, would we be aware of it all? Prevalent questions with their marks (?) arise. With acute aching symptoms increasing All amount to: 'what a surprise! ' And the foil of attention depleting. Trying a gig we tell small fibs And with poetical nuances in groups of resonance we make it happen like the poets  we are . keeping that flow keeping those rhymes and rhythms I am communicating with you Would you keep up with this charm? My picture is hazy I may hide it from you The world  brings us together will we ever depart? or should we question the term 'forever?' One assurance assisting assumptions One call to 'poetic a' Would always keep that assonance  cloaked in alliteration of moods swinging. ©Shadi Shidrawi

An Ode is an Answer a morphology of clandestine awarenesses shakes rooms of unquestionable tasks talks about the living and the location of the dead. the 'others' forlorn for looking for answers. trodding down memory lane forgot ten remembered a 100 the question of the quest remains are we going to oblivion? no no. not a state of mind. actually a mind set of forlorn & missed moments. ravaging scavenging pulling together gnashing by the skin of our teeth we arrive plodding, experiential, yet calm. gregarious and reclusive. what an agility of the mind. distracted by wilderness abbeys of quintessential menaces groping in the darkness of light. to find an answer remains a question to be postulated hypothetically the answer remains an ode to Yacoub

A  selfie  is a  self-portrait  photograph, typically taken with a hand-held  digital camera  or  camera phone . Selfies are often shared on  social networking services  such as  Facebook ,  Instagram , Google +,  or  Twitter . They are usually flattering and made to appear casual. Most selfies are taken with a camera held at arm's length or pointed at a mirror, rather than by using a  self-timer . A Poetry Selfie :) is a self-portrait photograph  typically taken with a hand-held  digital camera  or  camera phone  with poetry embossed as a second layer image.   ;)