3 poems (workshopped)

In my head
You get up, brush your teeth, get dressed.
Go to school, learn, study, sleep.
Hungry? You eat. Thirsty? You drink.
Watch T.V, surf the web, mass media.
What’s the point? Maybe that’s the point!
Oh yeah people, need to save the earth.

You eat, brush your teeth. You drink, what’s the point?
Hungry? Go to school. Thirsty? Sleep.
You get up, surf the web, learn.
Oh yeah, mass media get dressed!
Maybe that’s the point: watch T.V. 
Need to study, people save the earth.

Maybe you need to surf, drink up, eat.
Save the web-thirsty dressed school.
Oh the media? That’s T.V study.
What’s the mass sleep point?
Yeah you hungry people! Go get earth.
You watch, learn, get to the point.

At the door
At the door he has final say.
Be you good or bad, straight or gay.
Girls are always welcome, deal with it.
So guys if you’re lucky enough grab it.
The opportunity of course, what’d you think?
A hint of arrogance and you’ll surely sink.

It’s all about attitude and wardrobe of course.
Though all shapes and colors stand at the door.
Don’t be naïve this guy does not feel remorse.
So it goes without saying: out stay the poor.
The last thing you want is to end up in fire.
Thus you’ll do anything it takes to stay higher.

Rejection’s not easy, you’ll certainly cry.
There’s always tomorrow so give it a try.
We wouldn’t do all this if it wasn’t worth it.
Our chances are fading but we surely won’t quit.
Everybody who’s anybody wants to get in.
Story of Saint Peter and the club they call “Heaven”.

Bus ride
Water she drank, looked at me weirdly.
Different from the others, but still she was cute.
Kept making sounds, maybe to get my attention.
A man holding her, bizarrely I might add,
As if they’d just met. I’ve seen you before.
But where and when? And why the sad face?

Oh wait I got it! No no forget it.
I must be mistaken, they said she was dead.
Heavens it is her! I found the lost Chihuahua.
As usual I did nothing, not a move not a sound.
Not because I am lazy, not because I’m a coward.
It’s because I simply don’t care about a lost dog.

Truthfully, I wouldn’t have cared for a lost boy either.
Evil, inconsiderate, inhumane, some might say.
And maybe they’re right but again: I don’t care.
Worry not, I do have feelings and emotions.
I just tend to have them in situations involving me.
Don’t you feel better about yourselves right now?

Corrected ON Fame Collection

Omar Elkoton
Professor Mounzer
Creative Writing
16 July 2009
On Fame
He can hear the crowd brimming with excitement
The torrent of their excitement, their love. Imbues him with
The cloak of a God

He is their hero
And he knows it
Should he tell them?

That the sheer weight of this image terrifies him
He’s not Superman, That’s just his secret identity
In reality. He’s just Clark Kent with an inferiority complex

He can’t tell them that

On Fame Continued

He can’t admit to being human
That in the dark corners of his heart
His fears and desires burn in a single flame of insecurity

He can’t even admit this to himself
If he did the flame would evaporate. Because
The image is padding so that he may wear the giant’s robe. Which

Exacerbate his insecurities. Because
He must be the giant. He must bring the stars down to the people
He must be their Prometheus. He must be the caretaker of their image of him.

Or, he will have to surrender his Cloak of Invincibility, and be swallowed by Obscurity.

On Fame Concluded
He must be Atlas
He must shoulder their dreams
He must be their better half

Why?
Because if he drops their dreams they’ll shatter
If he even shrugs their dreams will rattle and might shatter

He is God’s image, his reflection
He must constantly strive to be a hero
To be incorruptible because Sarron’s eye is fixed upon him recording his every breath

So, What should he tell them?

3 poems
On the edge

Wherever I go I need you with me,
Whatever I do I need you with me,
Life without you is impossible, yet we are wasting you each day
People had no respect for you; they don't know your value
Or maybe they know it, but they just don't care
People are acting as if they own this world
They neglect the fact that god can take you anytime
They neglect the fact that you might not be there anymore.
Water water water, what is life without you,
You are the main reason for our existence
So why don't we respect you and respect your value
Why don't we learn how to manage and not to waste?
It will take us long time to learn the lesson
But until that time, who will protect you

On the way

I shall sing about heaven, where man's soul forget everything
Where man's soul goes to purify itself and became worthy
As far the horizon clear I found myself free of atmosphere
That had weighed heavy on my eyes and heart
The heavens seemed to reveal in their flames
That lightened my path and helped me reach you
I looked away from the earth that killed your love
Turning away toward you, your heavens and your love.
I saw your face as if the sun were shining there
You talked to me, you asked me about myself
You asked me how I have escaped from the earth prison
You asked me who guided me towards you,
What served as a lamp to light my way
My answer to you was you are the one.


On my heart

Letting my floating thoughts melt into dreams, I begun my journey
Looking around me searching for your touch
Feeling lonely and miserable in this big dark room
I started to remember the first day with you
How I hated you and how you were following me
As flames goes with fire following it wherever it may shift
But now you weren't there, I looked allover the place
You left me and went, all alone in this huge world.
I opened my eyes hoping to see you by my side
I opened my eyes and realize that it was only dream
You were there all the time, you never left
You were by my side as usual
I hugged you so tight; I wanted to keep you inside
My dear pillow I love you so much


By: Maha Ghanem

3 short prose meditations

What can happen in few seconds.

I stand, still breathing, but internally torn. My hands are shivering and my vision is getting blurred. The world is spinning around me, and I am still standing in this same place. My soul is bleeding, my eyes are so numb to close, and my body is so fragile to carry itself. Instead of keep walking I am stuck, digging a hole under me. Seconds turned to hours. Guilt dragged me down this rotten hole. Am falling, I try to catch up my breath but I can’t. Its like am miles under water and helplessly fighting to reach the top and breathe. I feel heat surrounding me, its getting more intense. Is it fire? I can’t tell because all I see is smoke covering the place. My tears found their common way down my cheeks. The house is burning up .yellow flames swallowing up everything around. I find my self trapped in my room. I have few seconds to say my prayers.
These few seconds passed, I opened my eyes and realized the reality around me. I was lying on the floor, feeling the peoples’ tension outside and hearing their whispers. The door opened, someone came to save me, and there I was relieved.
　
　
Expect it when you least expect it.
　
I stand, still waiting for him to approach me. I am craving for a look from his eyes or a smile from his lips. My heart starts beating faster. I am mentally frozen and emotionally melted. The moment I saw him, I closed my eyes with sigh and memories dragged down like a water fall. It is as if yesterday we were together.
I suddenly felt a heavy block on my heart, as if it was squeezed and there is no air getting in. I kept walking until I was outside. I took a deep breath, and trapped my tears inside .I looked at the sky, it was black with the moon so bright and the stars perfectly scattered. I felt someone coming. I wanted to turn around but I was absorbed in this view. This person is getting closer and closer,he then huged me like a baby hugs his teddy bear. I smelled his perfume. It was him! Neither time nor distance can separate two lovers.
　
　
　
Behind the view.

I stand, still gazing with a lively imagination.
How can it hang up there? It is bright and shiny; ironically it will be irritating to look at more than few seconds. The sun encloses all planets, starting from earth, and imposes its absolute power egoistically. I wish I had such power, that endless power. Humans seem powerful yet they are the weakest creatures ever. They try to fight and rebel; however they end up dead, with their corpse under the sand, disgracefully eaten by bugs and insects. How creepy is this world!
I sit on this rock, looking at the sea and watching the sunset. Even though the sun is so powerful, it timidly leaves the sky for the moon to shine. Thoughts come to my mind. For instance, why are humans so greedy and selfish? They want everything for themselves. They are happy, they want to be happier. They are rich, they want more money. And if they have the chance to live more than one life, they would aim for that too. You barely see a satisfied person. However, if we see it from another corner, this may be a push for our ambitions and motivations.
　
　

3 poems

I.

And so it Begins

A piercing ray of light

Striking my bright-blue eyes

My chest pounding ceaselessly

A newly arrived foreigner

In an bright-blue sea of adventure

Greeting foreign faces

Stamped with a bright-blue name

My bright-blue eyes look out on an emerging horizon

And I hopelessly run to reach it

II.

And so it Continues

My blood-red vessel moves and speaks

Clear white rods grow and shape

My blood-red jacket

Reaching no conclusions

No bright-blue horizons

Only spilling blood-red blood

I think and feel with my blood-red brain and heart

I see, I learn, I know nothing

My blood-red machine pumps on toward the horizon

III.

And so it Ends

The sky turns jet-black

An arctic cold grips my blood-red machine

Freezing its mortal gears

The pounding of my chest ceases

A jet-black darkness blinds

My bright-blue eyes

A newly arrived foreigner in a jet-black universe

My bright-blue horizon fading with my blood-red vessel

And forest-green and dirt-brown consume my being

Omar

On Fame, On Fame Continued, and On Fame Concluded (My 3 Conditions Poem the Exercise in Format)

Omar Elkoton
Professor Mounzer
Creative Writing
16 July 2009
Note: This is essential one big poem split into three parts. So, I suggest reading it through without stopping before you place comments that way there’s more continuity.

On Fame
He can hear the crowd brimming with excitement
The torrent of their excitement, their love. Imbues him with
The cloak of a God.

He is their hero.
And he knows it.
Should he tell them?

That the sheer weight of this image terrifies him.
He’s not Superman, That’s just his secret identity.
In reality. He’s just Clark Kent with an inferiority complex.

He can’t tell them that.

On Fame Continued

He can’t admit to being human.
That in the dark corners of his heart.
His fears and desires burn in a single flame of insecurity.

He can’t even admit this to himself.
If he did the flame would evaporate. Because
The image is padding so that he may wear the giant’s robe. Which

Exacerbate his insecurities. Because
He must be the giant. He must bring the stars down to the people
He must be their Prometheus. He must be the caretaker of their image of him.

Or, he will have to surrender his Cloak of Invincibility, and be swallowed by Obscurity.

On Fame Concluded
He can’t be smothered by Obscurity. Not now. Not again.

Become just an imprint of a person.
Or worse, inhabit that limbo of the memory. Forever verging on recognition
chocking on his dreams.

All his accomplishments uprooted and stuffed into a Where Are They Now? Segment on E TV. His work reduced to quips on the “Tonight Show”.
No, he can’t face that. He can’t be erased.

What about them? They idolize him.
Three quarters of him feels like a gambler squandering their love, their belief in him. What should he tell them?