Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

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Use your bodies

January 29, 2011

Use your bodies
not for a flame
but for a movement
raise your voices stark
from cracking throats
drown archaic concrete to the ground
let all the filth of oppressed years
and starving bellies
in the sea nearby swell
to rise in tides
that will topple dictators’ fists
and raise their sullen brows.
An elite few living
in golden castles
in masked denial
in crude indifference
heaven awaits for a reckoning.
The streets are bleeding today
rocks at the ready
bare arms and empty hands
the will is stronger than reason
a spark all you need
to see the dawn.

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POETICIANS poetry reading Monday November 29!

November 20, 2010

Join us on Monday November 29th for another POETICIANS poetry reading in Dubai! This time with a new location at City Max hotel in Barsha, behind Mall of the Emirates. Starting at 7:30 pm. Come by, enjoy a drink, enjoy the words and support the POETICIANS in keeping this new venue!

For more details please check out the below link:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=166211666746229

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Bridging the Mediterranean

September 9, 2010

As anxious

as a trembling leaf

in stark A/C

beneath the covers

I catch sunrise through the curtains

and wince.

Lying on an aching mattress

beside the drone of ever spinning wheels

pushing asphalt into past.

Just as the road

divides, bends and

rises into bridges

let us for one day

put our differences

in the tires’ path.

Take my hand

not my sect.

Palm naked

bitter coffee read by wrinkles

and laughter from superstitious

old women speaking of hearts, snakes

and doves

contrasted by the judgment of righteous men

stoning and the veil

all those poor victimized Arab women

coming through in misinterpreted vowels

from your mouth

reaching for my necklace

laced with God and gold

notions abstracted from media

the devil’s propaganda machine

governments’ spew and extremism’s misguided glory.

I have no time these days it seems

to dwell on words tangled

in pre-assumed heaven.

I only have this tired body

willing shelter from gasping humidity and dust

from wooden crosses and holy men

smirking that “Good” is wrong

that the alter is where I should

bathe my body and wed.

My fingers long and tanned

slip out from under the duvet

reaching for my dark hair

symbol of my birthplace

wavy strands coiling like hips curving

past sunglasses

in the orange light of approaching sunset

by the sea

perhaps the Mediterranean

always as free as these thoughts

that within me lie and seep.

By Sarah Snowneil Ali

August 31, 2010

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Love poem in cliché minor

June 15, 2010

I haven’t been fair
to our love
my darling
when I say that
all that can be said about love
has passed
in words
clichéd now for years.
To speak softly
of your hand
chest and legs
as though no one has seen
what I see
would only put me
to Neruda’s shame.
But your pout
so serious as you drive
is mine, I think
to steal
your accent
and the way you reverse
your “j” and “g”
and the way “sandwich” comes
with a clenching of your jaw
lower teeth exposed
upper lip upturned
and your eyes always in those
playful moments
to my lips lowered
in your coy boyishness.
I want to brush your hair
fix your collar
lift your sweater
squeeze your temple
with a kiss designed to mark you
speeding as we are on these
deconstructed
reconstructed spirally streets.
I haven’t been fair
because I didn’t mention
your smile
when I become a little girl
or the way your silence
speaks to me
more than all the artificial talk and moan
enveloping me at every
corner plane
cramped space
elevator cube and noose
and perhaps it’s futile
to describe what can only
instinctively be felt on a
dusty cloudy afternoon
sitting by you in the car
trying to mould a love
poem that hasn’t been written,
I told you darling,
I haven’t been fair.

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Observations

April 26, 2010

5 dollar lollipop
Thigh high birthmark
Cellulite beige creases
Mini shorts
tiny skirt
See through is the new black
3 dollar water
Take it
Scorch it on your open palm
Obey the sun
Sweat your souls
To vapor
Iced coffee to cool
Blended shaken
To a core vacant
Diamonds for eye lashes
Plastic for noses
Cartilage curve
Wide porcelain forehead
Botox in the blender
Caramalize your hearts
Look away from construction workers
Brown skin is the new black skin.
Singe.
250 dollars one month’s paycheck
for blue overalls’ slavery.
Indifference is hell.
Think.

By Sarah Snowneil Ali
March, 2010