Blue Light: A Vispo by Ali Znaidi
Friday, September 27, 2013
The Pencil by Ali Znaidi
The Pencil
studying longitudinally the pencil
I saw a lofty palm tree, not crowned
by palmate leaves,, but by a sharp
point
lead exhibition,, descriptive skill,,
an artist’s brush,,
lead replaces the sword, and the gun
the point crowning this thin rod
a fulcrum on which danger pivots
the use of an eyebrow pencil necessitates
dexterity, otherwise beauty stumbles
studying those eyes
at some point was a good idea
but I remembered that danger pivots
on the point at the top of the thin rod
a set of layered dangers
the lead is more dangerous than the
eyebrow,, or ,,
the eyebrow is more dangerous than the
lead
I still couldn’t find a clue
Written on 02/10/2012 & published in Message in a Bottle (Issue 15) on
28/06/2013
An Ogre by Ali Znaidi
An Ogre
i Google, i ogle, then i go.
i ogle, then i go.
i ogle, then i go.
ogling is
an ogre
devouring all
of my time.
23/02/2012
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Hyde Park by Ali Znaidi
Hyde Park
For London Miss
Olympia 2012
There is a place called Hyde Park.
You just stand on
a chair,
and give free rein
to your emotions,
thoughts,
& ideas.
Your words just
drop like rain.
You can talk
either you are wise
or sane.
No one would block
the flow of your speech
till you drain.
I love Hyde Park,
& so do birds
because it is
replete
with freedom grains—
vitamin pills,
invigorating their fluttering
wings.
24/04/2012
London Lights by Ali Znaidi
London Lights
For London Miss
Olympia 2012
Though it is called the city of fog,
& though most of the time black bleak clouds
are blankets for her bedroom skies,
London is always a source of light.
Lingering lights that never dwindle,
the way fine lustrous alabaster
always radiates from Aphrodite’s body.
Mysterious lights go cosmic
when reflected in her bedroom Eyes.
The full moon seems so rich
when entombed in the Thames river,
so crystalline & sleeky—
a panacea for weary souls.
Radiance and glow mingle.
London lights are rare to find.
They dazzle your eyes,
& quell the hunger
of your heart, spirit and mind.
Even the blind would thank God
for not going astray
because London lights are such
a tender guide—
an onyx rainbow watching over
the city of fog,
creating cascades of fathomless/ endless
lumonisity:
London lights
London light
London ligh
London lig
London li
London l
London
Londo
Lond
Lon
Lo
L
24/04/2012
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