POETIC MEMOIRS OF SHADI YACOUB SHIDRAWI

Upon Reading A Difficult Poem © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 I reread it a couple of times It loomed the strings of my head And on occasion the triplet charm Consolidated the firearm I reread it a couple of times It tied my hands to my pocket In trusses and one locket Trying to understand what it displayed With single rhyme. with single rhyme with single rhyme whoa got it better after the first time poetic sparse mess filled thin air on agitated rambunctious I reread it a couple of times it unavailed the dungeons it let loose the dragon within it showed me how to harness. and on occasions you reread it like me to no one shall you ever say I reread it without dismay.

A Duel in Poetry © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 sitting on a sill drained a battle I have been in a crave at every will let 'em beguile let them stand still it has always been the crowd within why gregarious? sounds slightly nefarious! battles arising from stories therein? poetic duels arise in commentaries disguise. every one on his own will. poetry duel in commentary 🎩 invites all to engage in action to respond in a couple verses to the rhyme so eternal the topic is always free it's your contribution that sets me free so if you have the courage, then 😉 try to respond till the end with verses and verses only.

Walking © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 Walking walking walking with despair talking trying to find what lifting to choose what trusses to groove choleric with all humors infused! climbing up a hill dragon leaves falling elusiveness in desire stormy at my fangs strings of healing hearts desired within bleaching miles. walking walking walking I'm barging in, always harnessin' the prayer within.

Couple of Words Golden Poems © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 Rivalry not witted Delivery out written A couple words Make a big difference.

How Does a Poet Spend a Day? Golden Poems Category © Shadi Shidrawi 2015 Drifting drifting into sapphire Nectar from saps of twigs rhythmical by pattern A gaze into botanical botany bombing inside revealed meditation Repelling aches stratospheric incantations in cantankerous spasms of agitation. Where would a poet go? meet myriads of prophets Lo and behold without his nature still creates anew Without his lute grabs a flute mesmerizing ears to bloom Sips on his coffee morning delights wans at noon the charm of lunch in words Raves at sunset subsets to gloom tea and its remedy strengthens his loom. Drafting drafting thoughts eternally full of charm crafting nuances from languages forgotten.