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Palestinian poetry, part 2
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Reblogged from Tracy Abell- Palestinian poetry, part 2
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DEFIANCE #poetry by jay
I defy you!
For the land you stole
and the lies you told
I defy you!
For the lives you stole
many dreams untold
I defy you!
For the olive trees you’ve uprooted
and our waterways you’ve polluted
I defy you!
For the bulldozing of our homes
all our children’s broken bones
I defy you!
For all the mothers who are weeping
and all the children you have beaten
I defy you!
For the shooting, for the maiming
for your flag waving and your blaming
I defy you!
For your tanks and your guns
and your murderous son’s
I defy you!
For all the refugee’s
you’ve created and claim—
it’s all in the name
of your religion
in the name of your God
In the name of your State
you’ve bombed
and you’ve hated.
I defy You!
© Jay Mora-ShihadehFree Palestine 🇵🇸
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DRONE #poetry by jay
The drone of night rings in the throats of cicadas, singing the day to sleep, causes my tinnitus to kick in calm as it may be it disturbs every nerve in my inner ear, breaking the silence I wanted to murder earlier in the day— dusk, night, threatening me to end this pause of bereavement. I witness the sun escaping a break in clouds of gray— rain, wind, soaking my thoughts of this ‘figuring’, tinkering, congealing my feelings of loneliness from the shrinking of humanity, from the vacuous longings for conversations— connections to what I once knew. I drone on like cicadas in ritualistic humming, unwinding the tape of all the information that led me here, now wondering— how to feel alive, erasing, meditating as the dark creeps in and around and beneath my feet.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Benoit Gauzere on Unsplash
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GRUNTING #poetry by jay
insipid but still you curl your lashed tongue and leap like a leopard at my feet feral indeed your venom spit through cracked teeth you spew hatred like fire feeding on dry boughs withered branches and dead vowels that use to mean something to someone in need lost egos and soulless bodies left in a heap of black ash whispers of failed bureaucracies minted inheritances and shotgun marriages sealed and consummated at the end of long-gun barrels never proposing just grunting— then taking.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Bogdan Pasca on Unsplash
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SHIRKED THE MOMENT #poetry by jay
Celebrate? I’ve turned it down shirked the moment for stead/ I pretend no need exists in my human calendar created from birth to now the moment gone psssst fluff a cloud like dust on graves and lifeless frowns the celebration ignored muscles taut around thoughts of pointless ness ness dark caught my eye and i got sucked into a vortex tex tex regret lingers in my cerebral cortex tex tex Piss off you viper— I’m back!
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Ben Rosett on Unsplash
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NOMINATED #poetry by jay
NOMINATED #poetry by jay
— Read on artistfromtheinsideout.wordpress.com/2022/05/26/nominated-poetry-by-jay/Deadline for voting on my Spotlight on writers Interview for publication of the month @Spillwords Press is tomorrow. If you have already stopped and put in your votes, I thank you for very much for the support. And I thank Spillwords for the nomination of my publication and their continuing support of my work.
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Five to Celebrate International Prize for Arabic Fiction Winner Mohamed Alnaas
MAY 22, 2022 — Today, International Prize for Arabic Fiction chair of judges Shukri Mabkhout announced that Mohamed Alnaas was the prize’s 2022 …
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The Real “Great Replacement” Already Happened — Filosofa’s Word — Barbara Crane Navarro
I’ve got a sad story to tell those people who have tied themselves to the lie known as the “Great Replacement theory” … the replacement has already …
The Real “Great Replacement” Already Happened — Filosofa’s Word — Barbara Crane Navarro -
POEM UP at SPILLWORDS #poetry by Jay
My poem published at Spillwords today, celebrates an old favorite poet and early influence, Pablo Neruda.
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Poetry Shelf conversation: Sarah Scott on paintings and poetry
Here- A great interview by Paula Green, on the unique interplay between Poetry and Art, and some really beautifully written poetry as well. Enjoy!
Poetry Shelf conversation: Sarah Scott on paintings and poetry
http://nzpoetryshelf.com/2022/05/03/poetry-shelf-conversation-sarah-scott-on-paintings-and-poetry/
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INSTAGRAM STORIES #art by jay
instagram.com/stories/jaymora_art/2811922280674792977
Happy Friday! ✌🏼🇮🇪 🇵🇸
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PUBLISHED #poetry by Jay
My poem “You Will Go” is featured on Spillwords Press today. Thank you to the editor, Dagmara K. for publishing this piece.
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Feathered Fool
And here he is again…FEATHERED FOOL #poetry by Jay
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EARLY MOURNING IN PALESTINE #art #poetry by jay
Early mourning
in Palestine,
not an unusual start,
children proceed play
fledgling friendships
in mourn’ they depart.
The child an unbroken dove read more…
art and poetry copyright© Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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AVOID- #haiku by jay
dastardly hyper
avoid as- poison viper
escape mad people.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Etienne Marais from Pexels
#Haiku #Viper #People
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There are some things a poet cannot accept
There are times when a poet must make a stand and say, “This has happened without my cognisance and I will not accept it!” Today has not been the …
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Lone Duck #Poetry
bird duck
flip dip flap
through clouds
one not flocked
by friends
merely skipping down
pond to pond
cloud to cloud
lone duck bowling pin
flappy winged fowl
out of synch, out of step
no rhythm, to be found
awkward, imbalanced
a lone waterfowl
squawk squawk
squeak squeak
duck beak chatter
flip flap hovercraft
the hunter’s mallard
bird duck bowling pin
splash crash sound-
Boom!
a cannon shot landing
webbed foot, gliding down.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Christian puta on Unsplash
#Freeverse #Poem #Mallards #Rhymes
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Locked In On Sunshine #Poetry
locked in on sunshine
forgot the day was beautiful
clamped inside like a turtle
that hides in his shell
I cast away the chance to ride
alongside the butterfly flying
and the pelican gliding low
to the shore, planing the surface
for a delectable score.
I cast aside on purpose, the beauty
of the tide, to lap up the sun
and hold it close to my tight cheek,
hopeful to rest free, the tightness
that resides between my brows and teeth,
a pointed tip of concern to get all this shit done
fragile in heat, in quicksand I run,
I retreat, I cast away the belief
of the day, that more of the sun’s begging rays
call to me, to play with promise,
without delay, stricken without purpose
like a fricken- viral virus,
waiting it out to receive the call, the call
to hither, to yonder, to run for the vaccine gun,
in quest of life lived without purpose
and fear, to get locked in on sunshine,
on a day that holds everyday in captive repeat,
I release like the butterfly from hand to free hand,
to freedom sweet freedom, oh’ to sing like the free
locked out of fear of a virus sinking down,
sinking down like the sun,
sinking down on me.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo credit- https://www.pexels.com/photo/tall-building-near-trees-1798687/
#Poetry #Freeverse #Sunshine
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Palestinian American Poet, Fady Joudeh #Poetry
Photo by Cybele Knowles
To follow up from last week’s post about poet Mahmoud Darwish ( read Post ) This post is about the poet, who translated Darwish’s Poetry. Fady Joudeh, a Palestinian American poet and Physician, has translated several of Darwish’s Poems.
Joudeh lives with his family in Houston, Texas where he practices Internal Medicine.
“Joudah translated several collections of Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish’s work in The Butterfly’s Burden (2006), which won the Banipal prize from the UK and was a finalist for the PEN Award for Poetry in Translation; and in If I Were Another, which won a PEN USA award in 2010. His translation of Ghassan Zaqtan‘s Like a Straw Bird It Follows Me (2012) won the Griffin International Poetry Prize in 2013. His other translations include Amjad Nasser‘s Petra: The Concealed Rose and A Map of Signs and Scents.” PoetryFoundation.org
The Tea and Sage Poem
BY FADY JOUDAH
At a desk made of glass,
In a glass walled-room
With red airport carpet,
An officer asked
My father for fingerprints,
And my father refused,
So another offered him tea
And he sipped it. The teacup
Template for fingerprints.
My father says, it was just
Hot water with a bag.
My father says, in his country,
Because the earth knows
The scent of history,
It gave the people sage.
I like my tea with sage
From my mother’s garden,
Next to the snapdragons
She calls fishmouths
Coming out for air. A remedy
For stomach pains she keeps
In the kitchen where
She always sings.
First, she is Hagar
Boiling water
Where tea is loosened.
Then she drops
In it a pinch of sage
And lets it sit a while.
She tells a story:
The groom arrives late
To his wedding
Wearing only one shoe.
The bride asks him
About the shoe. He tells her
He lost it while jumping
Over a house-wall.
Breaking away from soldiers.
She asks:
Tea with sage
Or tea with mint?
With sage, he says,
Sweet scent, bitter tongue.
She makes it, he drinks.Fady Joudah, “The Tea and Sage Poem” from The Earth in the Attic. Copyright © 2008 by Fady Joudah. Reprinted by permission of Yale University Press.Source: The Earth in the Attic (Yale University Press, 2008)
