Taher Shemaly Poems

And the strings played the harmony
over the wooden chest of Kanoon
And let the dancing harem be merry
no prayers at sunset nor at noon
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And the rain dropped down
over the humble and the egoist
Thus goes the grace that sounds
so soft like a breeze with such a twist
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Withered over the heights
standing still is my flower
Wherever the clouds go
quiet she is in the lower
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Yet, and yes I shall sing a song
for the triumph of my agonies
In the altitude of my wrong
amid my devilish theories
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Herly te ta ra ta ta te re te ti
Welcome all O folks
to the life of Sean the mighty
Young fellow of hope
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In the heights of my imagination
deep within the heart of my core
I know among the many a tribulation
in the head that was withered and sore
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The work of my life
by an exhausted mind in departure
From life to life
and the mind took over his pasture
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Observe and listen O just
over the followers and deniers
Believed they did and must
and for the believers they are stabbers
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In the luster of her eyes
you'd see the dreams of
a glowing sun
And in her virtuous smile
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dim lights, dim street
and dim hearts walk along
deaf ears, deaf walls
and a world of not a song
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