Everyday there's a new sunrise
but that's not the sunrise of my day


My sun will rise
not today
not tomorrow
not even the day after


but what I know is that it will rise
someday


On that expected day I hope
!that there won't be any disrupting clouds


On that day I hope it will not
be an eclipsed sun !

Nice, although the sun does not eclipse but rather gets eclipsed :)i

ok an eclipsed sun then

Much better

My sun will rise
not today
not tomorrow
not even the day after !

why?

is this your writting?

.....yes it is

masha'Allah.
you may be a poet:)

what about the first question?

because i was expecting something
that did not yet "rise" ...and won't rise that soon, not today, not tomorrow

emmmm
ok, may Allah bless you and your dreams:)

bless u too

do u see that the words may be generalized to refer also to the expected sunrise of the Umma?

yes, insha'Allah

I have put some of my poems here also, but, alas, they have gone largely un-noticed :(i

u didn't save them elsewhere?

I have put some of my poems here also, but, alas, they have gone largely un-noticed :(i

I'll search for them now insha'Allah.
Masha'Allah you are English poets.

yes i did.... i

so why r u upset

alright it seems i misunderstood
i thought they have gone

I am not upset, just disappointed
Here's one that was addressed to G. W. Bush before the war on Iraq:


In Freedom's Name


Nero, Nero, blaze not Rome!
Shed your torch and just go home.


Rumble, stumble, walk or crawl.
Quash your flame, pray hear my call.


Quash your flame, there is no shame
for choosing peace in reason's name.


Don't pay heed to your menacing demon.
Cast him out like a mutinous seaman.


Hear the cries of people marching,
Feel their pain and know they're watching.


If you sail their sons to war,
while your own are safe ashore,


And you claim it is their chore
to even up your father's score


Then you'll open up a door
to every evil men abhor.


You'll be known forever more,
like "Nero" of the days of yore,


A drunken sot whose stock and store
is doom and death and blood and gore.


Nero! Nero! In freedoms name,
do "choose life" as you so claim.

Your sun might not have risen yet, but your sky is full with wonderful shining stars.

waiting for Manal to uncover the hidden treasures :)

Here's one that was addressed to G. W. Bush before the war on Iraq:


In Freedom's Name


Nero, Nero, blaze not Rome!
Shed your torch and just go home.


Rumble, stumble, walk or crawl.
Quash your flame, pray hear my call.


Quash your flame, there is no shame
for choosing peace in reason's name.


Don't pay heed to your menacing demon.
Cast him out like a mutinous seaman.


Hear the cries of people marching,
Feel their pain and know they're watching.


If you sail their sons to war,
while your own are safe ashore,


And you claim it is their chore
to even up your father's score


Then you'll open up a door
to every evil men abhore.


You'll be known forever more,
like "Nero" of the days of yore,


A drunken sot whose stock and store
is doom and death and blood and gore.


Nero! Nero! In freedoms name,

do "choose life" as you so claim.


masha'Allah

i read half of the poem and i'll come back insha'Aallah.

waiting for Manal to uncover the hiden treasures :)
:).........

the first treasure was easy to find :)

masha'Allah




i read half of the poem and i'll come back insha'Aallah.

we'll be waiting inshallah

still waiting.... and getting disappointed again

:confsed:Realy I forget to come back

The poem is very excellent macha'Allah

but this couplet

Don't pay heed to your menacing demon.
Cast him out like a mutinous seaman.

:redface:I could not read it with the same rhyme of the poem

in addition the word "abhore" here:

Then you'll open up a door
to every evil men abhore.

Is it with "e"? i do not think so.

Anyway, the poem is very interesting.May Allah bless you.

where are the other poems?could you please raise them up?

:confsed:Realy I forget to come back




The poem is very excellent macha'Allah


but this couplet


Don't pay heed to your menacing demon.
Cast him out like a mutinous seaman.


:redface:I could not read it with the same rhyme of the poem



I am not very familiar with phonetic symbols but I copied these from the Encarta dictionary and as you can see they rhyme perfectly:i

de·mon [deemən]
sea·man [seemən]





in addition the word "abhore" here:


Then you'll open up a door
to every evil men abhore.


Is it with "e"? i do not think so.


Yes you're absolutely right. It's spelled without an "e" i
I made an error





Anyway, the poem is very interesting.May Allah bless you.


where are the other poems?could you please raise them up?



I forgot which subjects I put them in, but i'll try to find them otherwise I'll just put them in a subject of their own. i

ok, this time I'am waiting :)

concerning the couplet, I read it like the following


Don't pay heed / to your mena / cing demon.
Cast him out / like a muti / nous seaman.
is this right?

in one of your comments I read :


"I am not a fan of modern poetry


the poem u posted here is it not a modern poetry? i
if not, then under what category should be classified

or could u explain to us what is meant by modrn poetry

in one of your comments I read :




the poem u posted here is it not a modern poetry? i


if not, then under what category should be classified


or could u explain to us what is meant by modrn poetry





It is my pleasure to explain although I think I did in the same place where you read my comment.


There is a philosophical and litrary movement known as Modernism that was started in the late 19th century or early 20th century and later branched to every aspect of modern life. One of its most known symbols in the litrary branch is the French writer Baudlair.


Wikipedia explains it as follows:


Modernism describes a series of reforming cultural movements (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultural_movement) in art (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art) and architecture (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modernist_architecture), music (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modernism_%28music%29), literature (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modernist_literature) and the applied arts (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Applied_arts) which emerged roughly in the period of 1884-1914.
The term covers many political, cultural and artistic movements rooted in the changes in Western society (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Western_society) at the end of the nineteenth and beginning of the twentieth century. It is a trend of thought that affirms the power of human beings to create, improve, and reshape their environment, with the aid of scientific knowledge, technology and practical experimentation.[1] (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modernism#_note-0) Modernism encouraged the re-examination of every aspect of existence, from commerce to philosophy, with the goal of finding that which was 'holding back' progress (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_progress), and replacing it with new, progressive and therefore better, ways of reaching the same end. In essence, the modernist movement argued that the new realities of the industrial and mechanized age were permanent and imminent, and that people should adapt their world view to accept that the new equaled the good, the true and the beautiful. Modern (quantum and relativistic) physics, modern (analytical and continental) philosophy and modern number theory in mathematics also date from this period.[citation needed (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed)] Embracing change and the present, modernism encompasses the works of thinkers who rebelled against nineteenth century academic and historicist traditions (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tradition), believing the "traditional" forms of art, architecture, literature, religious faith, social organization and daily life were becoming outdated; they directly confronted the new economic, social and political aspects of an emerging fully industrialized world. Some divide the 20th Century into movements designated Modernism and Postmodernism (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Postmodernism), whereas others see them as two aspects of the same movement.
Here's the link for an in-depth reading:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modernism (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modernism)


What I highlighted in red is the reason why I'm not a fan of Modernism and its many manifestations in religion and litrature specifically.
As with everything else, there were people who eagarly copied the West and are still trying to impose Modernism on our Eastern conservative societies.
They have focused their efforts on Literature and thus we now have:
الشعر الحديث


which to me is not poetry at all and is almost always incomprehensible. You never know what the poet is talking about or what he/she wants.
More importantly by dismantelling the Arabic Language causes its native speakers to lose their grip on mastering it, and since Arabic is the language of Qur'an it would be a first step towards diassociating its followers from it.

In a nutshell, this what "modern" means and why I don't like it

ok but now this makes me puzzled
because sometimes u suggested some arabic writings to be moved to the
شعر و نشيد forum
although they may not be according to the "old" arabic poetry
be considered poetry

as for me, if I sometimes write some " rhyming" pieces, I don't mind if it is not considered poetry
but it is not that I intend to write in the "modernism" way
it is simply because I don't master the rules of the true old poetry

so it's not a matter of rebelion on old standards or so
I am an admirer of old poetry and old standards

but when writing, I may be able to write more fluently in the "simple" way.. I now hate to call it "modern" way

There is a difference between
شعر الحداثيون والشعر غير الموزون (أي لا يتبع أي من بحور الشعر المعروفة)
The modernists write wierd things that most people don't understand, one such so called poet is Adonis. Here's a sample of his writing:
كان لإقامته بين الشجر والزَّرْعِ شحوبُ
القصب وسَكْرَةُ الأجنحة
تآصَرَ مع الموج
أَغْرى بِهدأة الحجر
أَقْنَع اللّغَة أن تؤسِّس حِبْرَ الخشخاش
وكان سُلَّمٌ يقال له الوقت يتكىء على اسْمِه ويصعد
نبوءةً
نبوءةً
من الأجنحة يخرج الأثير
من المصادفة يخرج الحتْم
لكن
أيتها الشمس الشمس ماذا تريدين مني?
وجهٌ يجتمع بُحيرةً يَفْترق بجعًا
صدرٌ يرتعش قبّرةً يهدأ لُوتَسًا
حوضٌ يتفتّح وردةً ينغلق لؤلؤةً
تلك هي أدغال الهجرة وراياتُ القَفْر
وللنهار يدا لعبة
وللفَلكِ نَبرةُ المهرِّج
لكن
أيتها الشمس الشمس ماذا تريدين مني?
يلبس الموتُ حالةَ البنفسج
يسكن النّرجس آنيةَ الثلج
يحلم أن الحبّ وجهٌ
وأنَّه مرآته -
الحجرُ برعمٌ, الغيمةُ فراشةٌ
وعلى العتبة جسدٌ - شرارَةٌ لقراءة الليل
ليس الموتُ عزلةَ الجسد
الموت عزلةُ ما ليس جسدًا
لكن,
أيتها الشمس الشمس ماذا تريدين مني?
أَبحث عما لا يلاقيني
باسمه أنغرسُ وردةَ رياحٍ
شمالاً جنوبًا شرقًا غربًا
وأضيفُ العلوَّ والعمق
لكن, كيف أتجه?
لعينيَّ لونُ كسرة الخبز
وجسدي يهبط نحو داءٍ له عذوبةُ الزّغب
لا الحبّ يطاولني
ولا تَصل إليَّ الكراهية
لكن,
كيف أَتَّجه? وماذا تريدين مني
أيتها الشمس الشمس?

Here's an example from Kuwait, Dr. Alia Shuaib poet, philosopher:
بين نافذة وأخرى
تنهد جدار
عبر العطر من ثقب المفتاح
فعرى الباب صهيله
وأسترخى الجمر في
- من ديوان الذخيرة في ،اصرخي في فمي - (بأي لغة عنوان هذا الديوان)

أتركني أتمرغ
في حضور شهوة الإستيطان
أزرع
ريش رائحته في صدرك
أيها الداخل
في الشهقة الأخيرة
مطرزا البروق الأولى
أنك تولد في
فستق الإستدارتين
ألقمك قرنفلهما
يختزلانك
نبضك الباهر
يشكلهما - من ديوان نهج الوردة -

Try to make some sense of all that!!

what you write is totally different. There is no comparison.

أنا أتفق ان احياناً مثل هذا النوع ربما أقرب الى الهلوسة...

أنا أتفق ان احياناً مثل هذا النوع ربما أقرب الى الهلوسة...
it probably is
:smile:
and that's why I don't like it