A Celtic Tale of Forgiveness

Art by Mac Harshberger (1900-1975)

Isolde of Ireland
winsome, sultry - lovely
arrived at Tintagel

with Tristan, of Lyonese
champion, full of chivalry
with her, so gentle

beguiling harpist

nephew of Marc
King of Cornwall
his liege, his uncle

welcomed Isolde
her hands so cold
the conqueror held

her hands in glove

the deepest cut
by the ones so dear
their cruel betrayal

Marc left his gloves
for her, the beloved forgiven
for him, his sword at his disposal

the sign never to return

Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

Written for the Magpie Tales. Happy New Year, One and all!

Merry Christmas, One and All

Send my heartfelt message throughout the world, Cupid...

Dearest dearest friends from Magpie Tales, Microfiction Mondays,
Poets United, One Shot Poetry, Writer's Island and all,

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year
A joyous time, my new found friends
Silent Nights to cherish

Willow, my desert rescuer
The awesome Brian Miller
All giving soul - Sherry

Robert, you are the man!
Ilyanka, thank you, girl
Gentle soul sister, Carrie

Pamela in Mexico
Susan in Ireland
Arian- the one and only

Leslie, the Moondustwriter
Oh the hilarious Stafford Ray
Gay, On The Beachanny

Thom, with heart of gold
Sylvia K, friendship spinner
Fireblossom - the fiery

Elizabeth who celebrates
And Ollie, quite a good guy
This Christmas, find Mary!

And Berowne, The Bard expert
Herb Alyette, how are you?
Weasel, who is so with it!

Prayer Girl, I pray for you
Hey Brigid and Lena
And the gentle Nimaruichi

Adam Dustus, how are you?
Someone Is Special IS special
And thank you always, Pete

Pauline, Sue J and Niamh
Startrek buff, Bill
Busy Mum, Hillary

Monkey Man monkeying
G-man, for all of us
Lovely thoughts, Gautami

Jingle, surely this is
The season that embraces you
And dearest dearest Gabi

Madam Butterfly, the incredible
Hi there, man of wit - Glenn
And stay lovely, Jinsky

Helen, always there
Annell, give me a smiley!
Merry Xmas, Rikka Infinity

Ellen aka Ella, my dear
Strong willed Diane
Dear dear Mary - be happy!

The Odd Inkwell, mysterious
Tumblewords, oh! what genius
Whoa, I miss Anthony!

Begin again Suz, love your words
And darling Theresa
I love Chocolate Chips!

Stand up for Everyday Goddess
She who embraces chaos
b k mackenzie!

Let us not forget Claudia
And Sender Up Words
Just Me Kristie

Thank you Kavita
And Mr Know-It-All
From my PU group, Bill

Mary writing in the Bachs
Rene, not the rockefellas
Kathe, with snappy repartee

Viv In France, all snowy
Rel reminiscing in New York
And in Trinidad, is Bee!

All of you, Christmas is the time
For giving all, giving love
All over the world, the time to be merry?

To love - One and all!

Written for Christmas, the merriest ever! And I share one of my favorite Christmas songs...still makes me teary after all these years...

My garden

My garden, my true solace
Here I embrace
The wind, and scents
That envelope the space

Paradise on earth

Written for the Thursday Think Tank
For the prompt : Smell

A wondrous tale

Once there was a storyteller who spun the most beautiful fairytales.

One day, a boy, not too short and not too tall came to see the storyteller and said,"I would like to live forever, Sir." And the wise storyteller replied, "I will do this for you if you help me send a message to my enemy, the Enchantress."

"She is beautiful beyond compare, but is evil and those caught in her lair stay there. Forever."
The storyteller continued,"The Enchantress wants more than anything else in this world, a wizard in the shape of a cat which stays in the black and white mansion."

"To go to the mansion, take this road until you see the moon. Enter the mansion, and you will see a lady dining with a leopard. Ignore her."
"Then you will enter a chequered room. There is a girl. And a cat. You must bow to her and say, "Good morning my lady.Tell me what your heart desires."

"The little girl will cry and tell you she wants to see her sister, the Lady of The Forest."

Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.
You will have to continue the story from here onwards.
Written for The Writer's Island for the prompt "Wondrous".

The Old Ways

sometimes the old
ways are best
of all our days

are numbered
in exhaled breath
and gentle sighs

whispered upon
my brow, a frown
escapes tenderly

the butterfly
caught within
the spider web

that glistens anew
in the morning dew

Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.


Written for lovers, old and new

You are forgiven

Forgive me for being blind
To the existence of this lie

Forgive me for being silent
When you are crying for answers

Forgive me when I disappear
While you are wrought with anger

Forgive me for holding you close
When you are confused the most

Forgive me for drawing you in
The lair of passion within

Forgive me for not letting go
Because I love you so

This is what I hear when you do not speak
What I read that can’t escape your sweet lips

Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2011 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

Written for the Thursday Think Tank over at Poets United.
Not exactly what you were looking for, but what came to mind.

Inspirational Poetry in Motion: Gregory Colbert

‎"Ashes and Snow, de l'artiste canadien Gregory Colbert, est une installation d'œuvres photographiques, cinématographiques et d'un récit épistolaire qui voyage dans le Nomadic Museum, une structure temporaire construite spécialement pour l'exposition. Ce travail explore les sensibilités poétiques communes des hommes et des bêtes.En date de juillet 2009, Ashes and Snow a été vue par plus de 10 millions de personnes, devenant ainsi l'exposition d'un artiste vivant la plus visitée de l'histoire de l'art."

Dancing With Elephants

Swimming with The Manatee

Feather to Fire

Merci beaucoup Pan.

The first sign of snow, 1983

The air - crisp and biting
Snowflakes on the way to school
White blanket pavement

"Nino, are you sure this is
Your first snowball fight ever!"
Laughter, hits, misses - cheers

Blueberry pancake, maple syrup
A frozen tree in the backyard
Blizzard and snow, three feet deep

Trip to Buffalo, Christmas gifts
Running around red traffic lights
Studying together til midnight

The magnificent Niagara Falls
Frozen, crashing deep below
Maid of the Mist magic

Above all, open arms in friendship
I dedicate this Magpie Tale to my Canadian friends of Thorold Secondary School
Chris McInnis, twins Debbie & Barb, Mike Honcoop, Larry, my bio lab partner, Sam and many many others.


Parallel angles
Breathe in tandem
Heartbeats racing

Escaping sigh mingle
Adrenaline rush
Moment in time

Right here waiting
Written for the PPP challenge over at One Stop Poetry

Jeanne d'Arc

Jeanne d'Arc, slip of a saint
Led France to victory
Hundred Year War pain

But kings are afraid
Of truth and beauty
Burned her at the stake

Jeanne d'Arc, un saint belle
Conduit la France à la victoire
Guerre de Cent Ans de la douleur

Le Valois et le Plantegenet

Mais les rois ont peur
De la vérité et la beauté
son brûlé sur le bûcher

Une jeune fille de dix-neuf ans

Written for Microfiction Mondays - a historical place to be

My name is Questrina

My name is Questrina
And I seek Earth's
Most illustrious treasures

Five in all

A single magical snowflake
Upon the world's pavements
At the moment before it melts

It holds the secret of life

I seek to capture the innocence
Of a child's wondrous heart
Open to magic and creation

Transcending disbelief

The essence of the earth
Lies in a leaf fluttering in the wind
Buried within your dwindling forest

The power to heal

Diving into the deep blue
I need to find a salt crystal
That contains the earth's wisdom

That holds all together

Most sacred, pray listen hard
The memories of the world
Thousands of voices of the past

Legends that have come to pass

Precious beyond words.

Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.


Written for The Writer's Island and the Magpie Tales.

The White Bull

I bring the white bull

That cloaked Zeus
Bewitched Europa
Seduced Pasiphae
Mount of Shiva

Your pick, Oh King!

And the girl ?
Written for Susan's Microfiction Mondays - a fun place to be!

Thank you

Thank you for hope
That which turns the storm
Into silver lining

Thank you for belief
That keeps one anchored
In our journey

Thank you for faith
That allows one to pray
In the darkest hour

Thank you for peace
In which the new born babe
Grows strong and free

Thank you for love
That lifts one up high
Even when all alone

One is never lonely...

Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

Written for Thursday Think Tank over at Poets United and posted as well for Writer's Island prompt : Gratitude

The wings of Icarus

Painting by Herbert James Draper

Icarus oh Icarus!

Your father betrayed by King Minos
Was a crafty man indeed - a genius
But kings never favour those too clever
For fear of looking ridiculous

Daedalus built the Labyrinth
Which kept the Minotaur within
His mistake was to help princess
Ariadne and her beloved Theseus

Sworn enemy of her father, Minos

Yet mere walls and towers
Would not stop Daedalus
Wings of wax and feathers
He made for himself and Icarus

Do not fly too far, son
Do not tempt the sun
Do not fly to sea
And we will soon be free

Icarus soared through the sky
He flew beyond the clouds - so high
All the world a dazzling display
This was the most beautiful day

Alas ! It was his last
For the sun melted the wax
And Icarus fell upon his dream
Into the warm blue sea

But the legend and dream live on!

Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

Written for the Thursday Think Tank. I admit I have been thinking of Icarus a lot lately. For I am reaching for the sun, pushing the limits - for a dream I will not give up!

The Witching Hour

Darkness has settled down
Deep in the night
Skewed perceptions abound

Sleep comes upon us
But not for shamans
Witches, demons, ghouls

And yet in the city
Far into morning
Lights keep skies lit

Benign and diabolical
Creatures find alleys
Invisible to mortal muggles

The witching hour
Comes for you
Fans of Harry Potter!

Written for Magpie Tales to commemorate the latest movie of the Harry Potter series which just premiered this week!

The Icarus Quandary

All my life, I play hard, write poetry with passion, love deeply. And since I was a young child I wanted to be three things – a writer, a better writer, a best-selling writer

Words - a trailblazer
Going out on a limb
Flying high

For a while, I forgot my dream. In the quest for the ordinary life, I forgot my burning desire to write, the poet and writer buried deep within a place dreams did not visit, hopes did not sing

Lost, I fell
From paradise at the tip
Of a pen

Then sparkling moments, the birth of my firstborn, finding my muse - the love of my life, me – embracing life as never before, moment upon moment leading me to this point in time

The writer within
Grasp your destiny

In the blanket of the bluest of nights, despair engulfs me, I know within me lies a poet of fierce nationalistic pride. Yet my country lies sleeping, unaware of the beauty of our land, our history, our people, our legends, our forest and skies. Sees only glimmering towers, eco-tours and jungle treks without understanding the turtle’s song of regret upon the waves of the ocean or the story of Onangkiu of Kota Gelanggi.

Tears like
Pearls escaping from
The broken necklace

I press on… for in this quest, my children’s children will continue the dream of the pomegranate – a story within each translucent seed of awareness.

Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

Written for the Writer's Island prompt, Quandary and for One Shot Wednesday
I also submit this to JinglePoetry's Potluck and the MagpieTales this week because this poem deals with my strong emotional attachment to writing - a lifelong relationship.

Catch more reasons Why I write Poetry over at my main blog, ninotaziz !

The Messiah

Hit my stick

Insects swarm earth
Plants overpower us
The end of the world

Come to me
And you will be safe.


Written for Susan's Microfiction Mondays - a prophetic place to be

The Monkey King

The Monkey King, Hanuman
Once had his tail set on fire
Was he jester or the wise one
We will never be quite sure

He might have been a prankster
But never will you find one more loyal
Hanuman - ever mindful of his master
The lordly Rama, the one so royal

Sita Devi, his beauteous mistress
Had his undying devotion
And throughout all the ages
Revered her with utmost passion

From India to China, his fame travelled
Throughout the islands in between
The Monkey King renowned, revelled
Lived life to the fullest - inspiring!

So when you are down and out
And suddenly inspiration appears
Trust me, the monkey spirit is about
To help set you in good cheer...

Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

Written for the Magpie Tales - a mystical place to be

The pyramids, then and now

Ancient Egypt splendour
Three towering tombs
Old world wonder
Secrets of the Pharaoh's doom

Machu Picu of the Incas
Lost forgotten civilisation
Wisdom of thousand years
Secrets of our existance

The famed Hindu candis
Of Mataram, Prambanan
The passionate Javanese
Secrets of lost kingdoms

Modern structure, 20th century
Fragile upon Le Louvre
Pei's pyramid in glass and steel
Secrets for our future

Les Pyramides

Egypte ancienne splendeur
Trois tombes imposantes
La merveille du monde
Les secrets du pharaon

Et Le Sphinx monte la garde

Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

Written for Jingle Poetry and and One Shot Wednesday.


Built by rulers of ancient times
The Sailendra worshipped Buddha
Consummed their thoughts and lives

The great architect Gunadharma
Built the temple in his mind
Years before the first stone was laid

And the gentle King Samaratungga
laid the last Statue Buddha
In a guarded lotus shaped stupa

Before Mt Merapi rumbled afar...


Biking Climbing Diving
Eating steamboat quill eggs
Stolen French kiss
(away from the kids)

Gliding Hiking Ice-cream
Jumping rope Kite-flying
Loving me on Mondays
NO Pole dancing, my back aches
(So does my no longer slim waist)

Queuing (for Cabbage Patch
Dolls - in the eighties back then?)
Rock Climbing? I prefer ....
Salsa dancing in the garden
Tender walks under Ultra Violet stars

Wine Mixing, non-alcoholic please
X-treme Reality TV, not tonight!
You and only you, taking risk
(Mad) Zebra-crossing at midnight
Little adventures with my knight

Adventures until the end of the trail...
Written for Writer's Island - a great place to escape


The magic of the wand

The magic of the eyes

The magic of a child's mind

The magic of touch

The magic of words

The magic of apology

The magic of love

The magic of the universe

The magic of being

The magic of believing
The inner wand...

Written for and inspired by love for Poets United hosted by Robert Lloyd - the Man!

The Warrior

Magpie Tales # 39

The seasoned warrior
of the day keeps alert
But cobwebs distort
his short sighted vision

Awk! The warrior falls...

Written for Magpie Tales - which I miss tremendously.

My grandmother

My grandmother is no longer here
But her smile is in my heart
She is in a beautiful garden
A place of serenity - no more pain

And I am having tea from her teapot...

Ma grand-mère

Ma grand-mère n'est pas là
Mais son sourire est dans mon coeur
Je suis content - Elle est dans un jardin
Un lieu de calme et de pas plus de douleur

Et je faire le thé dans sa théière ...


An Ode To My Grandmother - a celebration of her life can be found here. As well as my quiet reflection in the garden.

Hajah Rahmah Haji Nik

My grandmother Hajah Rahmah just passed away.



Alayna by the lake, words danced in her mind. She was entranced. She
saw the words in gold rushing headlong like stones skipping on water.
Serendipity. White Horses. Knights.

The poet lies in wait
Her heart bleeds words
On pieces of parchment

Arianna the lovely, red wily tresses frame her perfect visage, yet empty eyes.
Softest lips of velvet promised heaven on earth and more. She saw the loves
of her life walking out the revolving door. Passion. Induced. Love.

The lover lies awake
Her heart bleeds sorrow
Empty tomorrows

Alex in earnest, spoke of the end of the world. Of thousands of years of hate.
A moment of insanity. Of love and humanity. She saw the writing on the wall.
Fear. Inevitable. Armageddon.

The teacher lies in fear
Her heart bleeds wisdom
Of the lost kingdom

She emerges as One.

Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

Written for The Writer's Island, a surreal place
With a hypnotizing prompt this week - Emerge

Les bourgeois de Calais

Calais, beautiful French Port
Fell during the War of 100 Years'
If not for Philippa of Hainault
The city had to greatly suffer

All were doomed, unless
Six nobles were willing to die
And accept the English conquest
The burghers heroic self-sacrifice

Queen Phillipa's intervention
She begged Edward III for mercy
For fear of bad omen
Towards her pregnancy

The Queen's tears for her unborn child
Saved the burghers of Calais

Les bourgeois de Calais

Calais, port français tres beau
Défait pendant de 100 ans la guerre
Si ce n'est pas pour
Philippa La Reine Anglais

La ville a dû beaucoup souffrir
Tous ont été condamnés, mourir
Mais six nobles étaient prêts
Sacrifice ils vie, et accepter la conquête

Les bourgeois héroïque
Queen Phillipa dites
Edward, sil vous plait
Non! Pour notre bebe

Les larmes de la Reine pour son enfant à naître
Pour les vie les bourgeois de Calais

Mots par ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.


Ugly is the heart that is breaking
Love turn to hate, love gone
Passion in the aftermath, arising
Bewitching is the forlorn

Poignant is the moment of truth
Bittersweet indeed, this resistance
Gone with the wind, with fading youth
Tears sparkle like diamonds

Anger gives a lilt to her cheeks
Her passionate plea for reason
Oh how lovely she is
In her desperate wild abandon

Slowly, gentle sobs wreck her body
How soft to touch, her perfumed hair
A tonne of strength to let her be
To stand still and see her crying there

At that moment she turns to go
Never has she seemed so beautiful
She, who just moments ago
Seemed intolerable, undesirable, awful

Goodbye, the sweetest of them all

Words by ninotaziz
Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.


Written for Thursday Think Tank over at Poets United
The theme this week is The Ugly that is Beautiful


“Lost Boat”, from Spanish artist Silvia

Be still, wind!
Let me listen to the waves
That gather at my feet
A soothing embrace

Be silent, seagulls!
Let me gather my skirt
And run to the shore
Where there is no more hurt

Be lonely, stars!
For I have claimed the night
As I walk up to my love
For my prize tonight

Be quiet, room!
Let me listen to heartbeats
Slowly in tandem
My paradise indeed

Be free, love!
Take me home now
The cradle of your arms
A gentle bough

I am reborn.

Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

This picture just begs to be written and I could not resist.
Anthony North is responsible for my visit to The Writer's Island.

The Mirror

Tousled existance
What is real
Mirrored moments

Rapturous embrace
Whispered sigh
Erotic escape

Trembling quiver
Of the lips
Too sweet to remember

The lover who just left...

Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

My heart - this week in love with Victor Hugo
Romances the Magpie Tales
Hosted by Willow, our kindred soul


It is not gold or diamonds
From far-off mines I seek
Nor wealth and opulence

But the calm serenity
With the love of my life
Today, and for eternity

A cup of tea together
Our lives, entwined forever
Like a bouquet of flowers

In the sun...


Il n'est pas or
Des mines sud-africaines
Ou richesses et l'opulence

Mais, le calme et la sérénité
Avec l'amour de ma vie
Aujourd'hui et à jamais

Une tasse de thé ensemble
Notre vie en main
Comme un bouquet au soleil

Incroyable ...

Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.
This poem, I originally wrote in French last night. I hope you enjoy the
English version I wrote for One Shot Wednesday today. Have fun, everyone!

The prisoner princess

Prisoner princess
Evil enchantress

Too lovely to behold
The King was told

A witch,out for his life
The victim of courtly lies
Microfiction Monday - a magical world of mini stories
hosted by Susan over at Stony River ... come and join us!

The World's Rainbow

The Iris of the world
Piercing violet
Trembling in winter

Deep sky indigo
Endless infinite
Winter nights

Brilliant in spring
Blue horizons
Above shimmering seas

Awakening summer
Slumbering forest
Cool green glades

Sun-streak land
Awashed in yellow
Stretched out desert

Autumn settles
Amber brown gold
Layered earth rest

Sunset at dusk
Reddish skies
Time to sleep again

Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

Written for Thursday Think Tank
At Poets United hosted by Robert Lloyd

Breaking Free

It was pure darkness - pitch black
Charcoal and ink pressing down
On my shoulders, back and neck
The air was hot hot hot all around

I touched, wondered, pushed at the wall
That seemingly had no end
Is this a passageway, a room, a hall?
I came to curves, bumps and a bend

Suddenly, after hours to eternity
A light shined through a window pane
In light, I was blinded - I could not see!
I forgot in the dark I was blind until then

I ran, I fell, I stood up straight again
Then I backed away from envisioned escape
The world outside seemed strange
The world outside seemed grey

I sat awhile to ponder and think
A whiff of memory of the old kingdom
brushed the cool air - whimsical whim
I neighed and embraced my freedom

I ran to the open fields...

Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

This is a Magpie Tale - a mysterious and magical place
Strangers become fast friends truly embraced

To be truly human

It is our bane, this passion
To be truly human
Hearts pierced, broken
The tenderest of emotions

It is our joy, compassion
To be truly human
A world of earnest mission
Justice, elusive guidance

It is our inheritance
To be truly human
Nurturing our children
To the best of intentions

For this, the angels above
Cry the River of Mercy
Love, above all love
Our moments of Eternity

Copyright 2010 © ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

One Shot Wednesday - A challenging weekly shot at poetry
No photos, no prompts - only your instincts inspire your entry

Overheard at the train station

This is not Le Train Bleu, officer?
Or the Orient Express, is it?
I am sure I saw Poirot.

Egad! That man just jumped off the train!
A microfiction monday post - going places today
Read more MFMs, some really outlandish ones, here.

Arabian Nights

Horse made of whimsical clouds
Take my love up high and about
This dream will never end.
A microfiction monday post - a dreamy place today
Read more MFMs, some really outlandish ones, here.

A lamp - far and wide

An oil lamp at the bedside
Travelled far and wide

Wall lamps hung in China rooms
To keep away the gloom and doom

Grandmother's pelita
lit up her framed visage

Shakespeare's lamp gave sonnets
Inspiring future poets

Temple lamps at Divali
Celebrating Rama's victory

Ancient lamps stilled fears of the dark
Ceremonial at civilisation's growing spark

Genie lamps - made of dreams
Sheharazade's insightful whims

This is a magpie post over at Magpie Tales - a beautiful place to be
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