Like Cinderella, and just about midnight, a festival of music and poetry that lasted more than 12 hours ended but Cinderella did not lose her crystal shoe; she went home and left it behind to reserve her place on the impatiently waiting dancing floor. Next year she will come back early, put it on again and dance until midnight...
A poem by Adel Bishtawi If I had a billion hearts, And you had a single one, I’d love you a billion times, And a billion more before I’m done. But I have only a single heart, That’s anxious for your dare, Just whisper you want to twine, And the loving billions you prefer. If I had a billion lips, And you had a single pair, I’ll kiss you a billion times, With the softest...
Image from Pixabay by Marjon Besteman Mum! Many times I told you before, But I want to tell you again, You are the joy of my life, And the curer of my pain, Before, now and until the end, You will be my best friend, The One and Only I can call, And the One and only I will call, Be it summer, be it winter, Be it spring and be it Fall,* Early in the morning, And very late at night, Sometimes to...
A new POETRY book PRIMED WITH POWERFUL EXPRESSION The heart is the temple of love in which it crowns itself supreme. In unlike all other temples, but like all dictators, love needs no permission to enter, accepts no restrictions, conforms to no rules except its own and rejects all rivals. What it does in this temple is nothing less than one of the greatest miracles of humanity. Every dim corner...
IS THERE A WAY TO YOUR HEART JUST FOR ME A poem by Adel Bishtawi Is there a way to your heart, Just for me, Or wait I must, And you shall see? I breathe the smell of honey, But I can only see the bee, The song of the old wandering hearts, Many times has been sung, Give me a sign, You’ll be mine, ‘Cause I really think that you should know, I am ready to be stung, And I don’t mind if I wait...
POETIC NARRATIVE OF CREATION By adel bishtawi (1) God created heavens and earth, But His work was not done, Nor did He rest on the sixth day, Until he created woman. (2) On the 7th day, God called his daughter, “My work was finished, When your work began, And from the womb I gave you, You will create your man, And the moment you are two, Forever and ever, You’ll belong to him, And forever and eve...
A poem by Adel Bishtawi The ancient astronomer, gathered his students around, We’re guided by stars, So, listen to what I say, I’ll tell you once, Before the break of day, The brightest star in the south is Acrux, The brightest in the west is Venus, The brightest in the north is Polaris, These are the chambermaids, But the princess of them all, Is not above, Turn...