poemsbyninotaziz: 2014

Moon hope

There is a moon

Hanging over the window tonight

And I feel it is soon

Someone will come to make it right

Trapped inside walls

Of my own doing, I hide

It has been a long fall

My tears of loneliness, long dried

The doors are unlocked

I could walk out I suppose

But what lies around the block

No one knows, no one knows

I hear the footsteps

I cringe even as they pass my door

I have been here forever

Never knowing what will come forth

There is a moon

Hanging over the window tonight

And I hope it is soon

Someone will convince me to fight

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Inspired by Tess Kincaid over at Magpietales

For oppressed women and children who can't speak for themselves

S.U.R.R.E.A.L

bE Y Ond REal

time moves along backwards

hurtling like a comet

to a world where the music is

en C H an T ing

courteous, and archaic

expressions of love are

to die for

e MO tiona L UPHeava l s

are euphoric and the look

inviting one to the other side

i s m o s t a n t i c i p a t e d

S u R R enDE r

by ninotaziz

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for dversepoets

if you have never been to this enchanted land, you would not be able to visualise the grace of hands brought together, to signify respect and welcome. the flick of fingers in rhythmic response to the gamelan brass orchestra - anger. love. goodbye. in a drama that unfolds through dance. and dance alone.

hands, beckon

anger. love. goodbye

the music begins

if you have never been to this legacy of romance, you would not be able to listen to the million fables brought together, to represent centuries of storytelling. or the flick of fingers in rhythmic response to the voice of the penglipurlara - makyung. wayang. mulung. in a drama that unfolds on stage. alone.

stories, beckon

makyung. wayang. mulung.

the show begins

if you have never been to this world of grace, you would not be able to smell the million scents brought together, to represent centuries of tradition. or the flick of fingers in rhythmic response to the brass pots and wooden stove - cloves. curry. cinnamon. in a drama that unfolds above the fire. and fire alone.

spices, beckon

cloves. curry. cinnamon

the feast begins

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My list, that did not make the linky.

Inspired by Tony Maude at dVersepoets

Earth - couplets, haiku and a pleiade

I wonder why the clouds are grey

With not a sight of raindrop all day

Rivers no longer rush with thrill to sea

Amidst sluggish crawl to break free

From all the hazards from the towns

From way up high, down to the ground

Is it time for mother earth to retreat

Abandon all of us to our own beat

Shall we be like moths to the flame
When no one is left to take the blame

As she rises in all her fury and might

And we will be defeated in this fight.

For Magpietales

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mother earth sighs with apprehension as she tries to break free,
no more

For Poets United

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Earth - beauty, unrivaled
Ever faithful sunrise
Each moment, like crystal
Evermore as we part
Evening, a hallowed treat
Expansive starry night
Earth - beauty, unrivaled

For Dversepoets

three poems by ninotaziz

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I haven't been writing for a while. But I miss poetry so much. And what better muse, than mother earth, herself?

Of rhyme and no reason

Cat and The Fiddle

On Sandy Bay

Butterflies turn to angels

And dreams drive into

the Tasman Sea

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For dversepoets

Interview with Stu Taylor (USA) : NAGA

NAGA BOOK TRAILER : ONLINE PREMIER

Hope you enjoy the NAGA Book Trailer.

NAGA - A Legend of Tasik Chini is available online
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | XLibris

For more information, please visit
www.nagabyninotaziz.com

Thank you.

WORLD ONLINE PREMIER ON NAGA BOOK TRAILER

Dearest poets and friends!

Just to let you know, I am about ready to push my novel NAGA to the global audience. Next week on Tueday, 30th September, I will launch a new Asian book trailer video on Facebook@ninotaziz, Twitter @ninotaziz, Youtube and my blogs.

Really hope you can help share it with as many people as possible as I would like to see how far we can go on the net with this through family and friends.

Looking forward to your support, everyone. There will be three things to share;

Tuesday, 30th September 2014
'Book Trailer' video - NAGA - A Legend of Tasik Chini

Friday, 3rd October 2014
Interview with Stu Tyler podcast

Monday, 6th October 2014
Book Recommendation by XLibris

Friends in Malaysia, Australia, UK, USA, Canada, Singapore, Indonesia, India and Philippines among others have agreed to help put the word out.

Counting on your help!

Sincerely, from Malaysia with love,

Zalina Abdul Aziz @ ninotaziz

http://www.nagabyninotaziz.com

Homecoming

I walk to the corner, round the bend

Trees seem taller, birds sing a different tune

I hop from island to peninsular

The very air seems different, even the moon

I move across three continents

Across oceans and rivers and dunes

I return, years after prolonged absence

I recognise nothing, but the tunes

And all at once, the years disappear.

I am home.

by ninotaziz

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for dversepoets

Perfection

Centuries have passed by

And still,

she commands attention.

Shines in a room

of strangers

who all claim to know her

Heads turn

at her lovely silhouette

mysterious

Doomed.

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For magpie tales

A cocoon of deception

Waiting turns to pain in autumn

Waiting turns to pain in autumn

Time abandons love from my arms

Time abandons love from my arms

From my arms, love abandons me

Autumn brings pain, with endless waiting

The walks in the park of evergreens

The walks in the park of evergreens

Lies to me - our love will survive all

Lies to me - our love will survive all

Our love survives the evergreens

But you lied to me as we walked

I suffered a year while in bliss

Your deception cloaked me in a cocoon

The cocoon held me in bliss

Your deception was my undoing

From my arms, love abandons me

Autumn brings pain, with endless waiting

Our love survives the evergreens

But you lied to me as we walked

The cocoon you wove held me in bliss

Your kind deception was my undoing

A paradelle for dversepoets

NAGA - A VIDEO PREVIEW

NAGA spans three realms from the ancient world -- Middle Kingdom during the Tang Dynasty, Nagara and Bhumi Semenanjung Melayu. It is the story of three adventurers, Sri Gemom, Srikandi and Kemboja and how fate set their worlds on a collision course that shook the very foundations of an ancient civilisation. More than that, against the background of sorcery and magic, the tragic tale of survival and loyalty shines through.

To learn more or order the book:
http://bookstore.xlibris.com/Products...

Words

Words whisper

Caress

Taunt

Monopolise

Anger

Hurt

Tantalise

Inspire

Heal

Misrepresent

Suppress

Lie

Words can never be as powerful as emotion.
And yet emotions need a name to unleash their power.

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Brian, I tried.

For dversepoets

The waiting

The afternoon sun

Warms up my fingers

Like little kisses planted
On beach pebbles

Memories of waves
Throughout the night
Never really fade

Now, the morning chill

Is completely replaced

By tingling anticipation,

Unbearable.

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Inspired by Tess Kincaid, over at Magpie Tales

The colours of this emotion

Red.

Light flickers

A long sigh escapes

The modern city never sleeps

Busy overkill

Blue.

Skies overhead

Lazy clouds swirl

Endless empty thoughts

Drudgery kills

Green.

Waves arrive

Never ceasing its rhythm

The seagulls cry

My fate sealed.

by ninotaziz

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Claudia of dversepoets has asked us to talk about an emotion. Can you read between the lines?

More poems on emotions here

Human Nature

Seasons turn crimson

Skies smell of rust, yet

The moon ignites passion.

Still.

by ninotaziz

Lost

We are caught

In turmoil, and continue to seek

For answers, that will surely

One way or the other

Devastate us.

It is time for prayers

#MH370

by ninotaziz

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Malaysia is at the centre of an international hunt for the missing Boeing 777. There are more questions, that lead to even more speculations. We seek for closure and God's guidance in this difficult time.

The Lighthouse

“There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: ferocity on a scale only gods can summon. It hurls itself at the island, sending spray right over the top of the lighthouse, biting pieces off the cliff. And the sound is a roaring of a beast whose anger knows no limits. Those are the nights the light is needed most.”
― M. L. Stedman - The Light Between Oceans

Poetry escapes me

And my world is a desert

I long for the island,

where it rains words and flights of fancy

by ninotaziz

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The painting is a gift , a work of art by dear Sir Hanks who writes ferociously. Today, like the lighthouse within its stern and stark frame, it stared at me accusingly. "Write Ninot, write whatever comes to mind." But my mind is a desert that refuses to obey my ever eager fingers, my exhausted poet self. I am chasing dreams, and spinning stories. Instead, I found the words of M L Stedman, which does the painting justice.

I am lost in the real world. And my true Eden lies in wait.

Perspective

We are so tiny, yet debate
As if the colour of the rainbow
Would change if we willed it so

Since childhood, we are taught fairplay
And to treat one another as our equal
Yet we still strive to be individuals

We have sheltered under the same
blue sky, looked out to the horizon
And gaze at the silvery moon

Throughout centuries, earth spins endlessly
And if she wobbles or shakes ever
so slightly, we give in to phenomenal fear

We are so tiny, yet debate
As if the colour of the rainbow
Would change if we willed it so

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