Otradom Pelogo Poems

It's simply amusing, even amazing how we sometimes politely persuade ourselves that we understand that which has not been spoken. Whether it's a week or two, and it becomes more apparent in months, how much we think of, care about, and finally admit how much we love them. Our families that nourish us, our neighbors that subtly support us and the city that we didn't' fall in love with until the first time that we left.

Each year we try like our parents did when we were children, to tell them how much they are loved, how much we care, and how much they truly have.
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The Parents Prayer II

There are few things that I could tell the wise,
When there are many wonders that are still a surprise.
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It was an altruistic and academic quest, which
led me to her door

As our host unlocked one room after another, we began to pace the floor
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We're here because of what they did in the past
And more will follow because of what we do
The things we vie to build should also last
Things we also vie to build with virtue
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The day's tumultuous events caused Poreris to drift back to when his niece, Desiree, was a little girl, and remembering her Uncle, Bill; her dad's brother who would come over and visit. One day while she was lying on the bed watching television, he walked into the room and began to talk to her. Just before walking into the room, he pulled a Laura Bush biography of the shelf with the intentions of having her read a few pages for him, simultaneously trying to create an atmosphere and cordial pattern of picking up a book when she has free time, on the weekends when a child thinks, and should think that it's time to forget everything that happened academically, and without a doubt during the summer when most things will discretely fade out through the osmosis of a long, hot, relaxing vacation.

Her grandmother had a small bookshelf at the end of the hall way, about two or three shelves of books; each of a different genre; half that her Uncle Bill put there himself after reading, from Poe, to Melville, to an autobiography of the former Head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff; Colin Powel, who once said how ironic it was that his dad never owned a gun, yet his son becomes head of the most powerful military in the world; to Hillary Clinton a modern day female activist, former first lady and senator of New York. At that moment, also trying to show by example, how to take the time and have reading becoming an entertaining event as well as an academic one, and thus he had also brought with him and was in the middle of a fourteen hundred and fifty page novel by Victor Hugo; Les Mieserables, though right about at the halfway point he said that he wished that he had either taken a speed reading course or had bought the abridged version. And Condoleezza Rice, which he was telling a young lady named Shay that he met in Atlanta one day while passing through, whom he had a chance to have supper with one evening, that just halfway through the autobiography of her, Condoleezza Rice, that it had made him dizzy; she, as they say, has been everywhere and done everything, from a professor at Stanford University to Secretary of State; coming from a small conservative Christian family, and becoming a diligent female role model. He would have given her it to read, but he was only halfway through and refused to let it go.
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We extend our courtesy to those we call the wise
Because we saw how much they had given
Courtesies we never vied to memorize
That came with a hug and a how to begin
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Pieces that refer to beings of nature...


A Veritable Friend (The Birds)
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They were equally as beautiful and lovely, I remember asking one of them to marry me, you'll soon see that I will have asked just about each one of them to marry me, only to see them smile and discretely say no; every now and then, finding one bold enough to say 'sure', when they know that my mind is too far away to truly comprehend the acceptance at the moment, or they will ask ‘why', then have it merge into the next question. And her friend, Nanya, asked the rhetorical; 'Do you want to get married', as she saw my mind drifting away from the same question that I had posed to her earlier, with me only vaguely hearing it and truly hearing it rhetorically, for a number of reasons; the main one, is that she had me over infatuated with her personality; and ironically enough, not only by her beauty, for Nanya is a very beautiful young lady, and not only by her youth, for she's young and contains the spiritual prowess of the spider; be it brown recluse or black widow, being pernicious, but yet soft, eloquent and delicate; making the mind defend before giving in to her. For the affair with her friend had seem to be causing unforeseen problems, one that had me confused, but because I had felt that feeling so frequently that she was displaying, I thought I was looking at a mirror image of myself, and though it reflected what I often feel; regrettably the dilemma of the dichotomous thin line of love and turmoil, brought on by being touched by someone; but the longevity of it staring back at me for what I might have done, broke the trance of that reflection and caused me to now ponder on my recent behavior, and though I could find none inordinate, it still perpetuated itself, where I was almost paralyzed from surprise that I could have transferred the monster that I elude on a daily basis to a young lady that I had now began to truly care about.

Nanya lives in Dubai's Deira district, where this is now taking place; a city in the UAE (United Arabic Emirates) , once ruled by His Highness Sheikh Rashid bin Saeed Al Maktoum and now run by his heir, his son; His Highness Sheikh Hamdan bin Rashid Al Maktoum, who has just over a few decades, turned Dubai into one of the world's leading economic ports where a financial and business district snakes along the city's waterway called the Creek, that many refer to as the Manhattan Skyline, which also brings in the bulk of the city's imports. And the small lobby of the Ambassador is now becoming full; an eloquent and comfortable hotel, where you will see many people from many walks of life visit, from your average business guru, to a family vacationing in Dubai, where mom is dressed in the traditional black abbaya, along with the shayla covering her head; the gishwa; a thin black veil covering her face, rather than the burqa, which is made of a stiffer material, though I have, since I've been there, and I guess it's becoming part of a trendier fashion, if I'm correct, seen them now made out of a shaded synthetic plastic material. Dad's head is covered with a gutra, which the men wear around their head, tied with an igal, the black woolen head-rope and wearing the kandoura, the ankle length traditional male white skirt. The little ones will be mirror images of their parents, of course, just smaller, enjoying the fun of having gotten out for a while, and thus the lobby and dining area of this strategically placed hotel, which serves locals and tourist alike, has now become domicile; home, if only for a little while.
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