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Biki’s Ghazal Challenge


The Ghazal is a very interesting poetry form and it exists throughout the whole of the Moslem world having originated as an Ottoman poetry form. As their religion spread throughout the Ottoman Empire, so also did their poetry.
Mostly the Ghazal is far from religious in its subject matter and indeed the form appears to be blessed with an abundance of erotica.
This is probably why the form became very popular in Europe in the 1800's and then in the US with the "Flower Power" generation.
Unfortunately the essential elements have been lost in these "Modern Ghazals" and I feel it is time to revive them or at least make it known what those essentials were.

The Ghazal is a series of couplets each one capable of standing alone as a poem.
The first couplet is called the matla or the place where the heavenly body rises. To me this sounds like a pretty good start for a poem.
This couplet also sets the meter of the poems and the rhyming pattern. In the true Ghazal, the last word/s of both lines of the first couplet must be the same.
Similarly, the last line of the following couplets must also end with the same word/s.
Modern Ghazals seem only to rhyme these last words. I'll leave that decision up to you.
In the poem "Bitter Race", I have attempted to gather together all the elements of a true Ghazal including a hint of the erotic as well.

Bitter Race

Tonight lets have a drinking race
Without your love no clock will race.

Fill the tankard with wine that's soured
Make our feet too leaded to leave the race.

Memory lasts longer than liquor poured
Un-lived dreams litter the path we race.

Life's bitter brew this cup o'erflowed
With thoughts that makes my heart race.

Till consciousness by sour wine devoured
Strikes me out of this hard fought race.

the biki


Ghazal Collection

Contents


~Gazelle~

~she quakes in her coldness, slow-dying gazelle,
slenderous legs, once long-striding gazelle~

~surrendering weakly, now merely a shell, ,
slenderous legs, once long-striding gazelle~

~surveying last glimpse of her home's darkened dell, ,
slenderous legs, once long-striding gazelle~

~brave raven soars humbly through toll of the bell,
slenderous legs, once long-striding gazelle~

~dreaming finality, freedom now quell, ,
slenderous legs, once long-striding gazelle~

~heart ceases in beating to beckoning knell, ,
slenderous legs, once long-striding gazelle~

E~rotique


The Night The Moon Blushed

Brisk Autumn eve, alive under warm blanket of stars; ,
Passion's breath from your lips to coy wink of the stars.

Wrapped safe in your arms offering shelter and strength; ,
Protection from oaken limbs bowing low to the stars.

Love's sensual glow from your eyes reaching mine; ,
Brighter it shines than the light of a thousand stars.

Bring forth ruddy blush to the Man in the Moon,
With your soft-spoken words under Peeping-Tom stars.

Falling in slumber, in peaceful contentment; ,
Our wish of love granted by two falling stars.

little bird


One

Our minds connected…our souls seemed as one-,
From the beginning I suspected I'd finally met "the One"...

Absently clicking ads 'til drawn to your smile-,
Heart quickening pulse, I replied to just one.

E-mails flew, revealing similar likes and dislikes-,
Reading yours I wondered, "might you be my One?"

Sharing poetry, art, our hopes, and our dreams-,
You are my benchmark for evaluating any one.

Hearing your voice on the phone last week-,
I'd love to listen to it 'til I'm one hundred one.

You walked through my door straight into my heart-,
Entwined with each other, we are whole, we are one.

Our eyes speak volumes without our saying a word-,
I know with calm assurance, indeed, you're "the One."

LoriJaye


Rain

Lying, listening to the rain droplets fall,
Drip, drip, drip, the rain droplets fall

A warm sensuous mood pervades all,
Drip, drip, drip, the rain droplets fall

Feelings moving, inhibitions gone,
Drip, drip, drip, the rain droplets fall

With loves sweet juices we toast each other ,
Drip, drip, drip, the rain droplets fall

You smile, your eyes light up in thrall,
Drip, drip, drip, the rain droplets fall

What we have created is no delusion,
Drip, drip, drip, the rain droplets fall

the biki


A Touch

Desire that burns deep within,
just to feel the touch.

Gentle kisses on a summers eve,
I long to feel a touch.

Passion stirred deep within,
the need to feel your touch.

A night of love sealed with a sigh,
guided by my lovers touch.

Souls entwined through lovers eyes,
love is sealed with a touch.

dmsmith


You Tease

Twisting my mind, like a pretzel, you "tease",
Over and lapping, you tease me, you "tease".

Taunting and wanting, desiring to please,
Over and lapping, you tease me, you "tease".

Skillfully touching and yielding to me,
Over and lapping, you tease me, you "tease".

Deepen your kissing, sighing to ease,
Over and lapping, you tease me, you "tease".

When passions have filled and desires appease,
Over and lapping, you tease me, you "tease".

These moments of loving, forever must seize,
Over and lapping, you tease me, you "tease".

Smiling at night's end from pleasure of tease,
Over and lapping, you tease me, you "tease".

Maureen


Within

Hidden desire held within ,
unsated hungers deep within

Quench our mutual thirsts,
famished spirits slaked within

Passions fueled with fire,
intensely burning here within

Souls joined for the first,
unknown places touched within

Feelings that we both inspire,
needs suppressed are held within

We both know what is much worse,
the emptiness that's felt within

Let us do as we aspire,
releasing longings from within,

SomeGuyDC


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Further information about Poetry Form


I use and recommend the following literary references:



The New Book of Forms, A handbook of poetics.
Lewis Turco.

The Norton Anthology of Poetry 4th Edition
Ferguson, Salter and Tallworthy

The Norton Introduction to Poetry
J. Paul Hunter (Editor)

The Complete Rhyming Dictionary (Revised)
Edited by Clement Wood Revised by Ronald Bogus

The New Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics
Alex Preminger and T.V.F. Brogan (Editors)

All of these books can be purchased from Lewis Turco at his
Please take a look I think you'll find his site very rewarding.


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