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MY LATEST BOOK
The Book Of Tomorrow Memories of my Four Futures by Brigitte
A. Rahman Our price: $9.95 Format: Paperback Size: 6 x 9 Pages: 108 ISBN: 0-595-21388-X
Publication Date: Jan-2002
cotton padded futures slowly approach the web of silken traps willing
victims to the predictability of labyrinths of trails meshed into days
and dreams.
promises burn on the ancient pyre undecipherable
smoke signals to Marble Eternity
Time ticks away frozen horizontal
streams of regrets over hours of fallen beginnings and seconds of endless
absence
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THE
SNOWMAN
In
that place he only knows, The walls feel like a womb,warm and safe There
is no sunset or sunrise To remind him of a name he wants no more
The
life yet to be is ushered away,unwelcome. That is where he wants to spend
his days In the softness of the night
Yet,
his heart twinkles when a thought of me visits him He pens out rhyme after
rhyme to Deafen the heartbeat In his chest, ripped open by a good bye.
Pretend
that you did not see it. I will take the snow in the farewell and make
A snowman with a carrot as his nose I will stay besides the snowman and Makel
him feel the fire of Africa, And the blazing forest, it will melt away
The snowman of my goodbye is gone. Come out and see. Please, do not hurt.
the river unravels like
a soft quill writing the days in the bed of the earth in springs blended
scents and winters' dazzling mirrors the night lifts her skirt to her
knee to cross over like a frilled parchment black on white the words
float like water lilies on the winged sunrise taking its first flight into
gentle beauty
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The
Temptress
The temptress lies alone as
the tale of her seduction unfolds in silk vapours envelopping the mould
of the earth, to prevent another stillborn.....
She
talks fiercely in volcanoes,of the extascy in life and in rivers cold,of
the chilling lust of the full moons
The
scarlet flowers in her eyes dip nonchalantely in the salty tears of the
barefooted orphans who shine the shoe of poetry
The
heavy tresses left in her lap by a rebel monk bind the book of the truly
unique hallway of eternity: Thy prayer .
Dear
Ms Brigitte Rahman,
I am
M.Y , a journalist in the Gulf Newspaper. The Editor gave me 3 books you had sent
for review. I have gone through them. They were an amazing reading. I would like
to meet you for an interview at a place and time o fyour liking- 19 January 2002
-Yes or No?
Well
of course :)) I quizzed the journalist first -Here is his reply:
"But
I can straight away tell you one stunning expression that struck me from 'For
a handful of petro dollars.' "He (Peter) was pushed like a dirty laundry bag."
This goes right to the scar (as you say) of expat experience in the Gulf. There
are others also, of course. But more of them tomorrow. Yours sincerely, Yusuf/"
You
can read the short story" For a Handful of Petro-Dollars, by clicking here
I
have written over 500 poems, [and one Thousand Short Stories] -All my poetry has
been selected and published in Poetry Anthologies and diverse literary ezines
worldwide.
My
book " Anataalie Dream Plantations" contains 200 and more poems, other
books some of the short stories
My
books are available as paperbacks and ebooks
My
poetry is in other languagues as well, in different lands. Let it to stand on
her own in rough and gentle terrains. I do not want my poetry in cages, as I do
not want her to kneel or curtsy...because I hold the Memories
of my Four Futures.
Rahman brigitte Collectibles: Unique Edition
Swiss Music Bells and French Medieval collection signed by artist-Email for enquiries
at: rahmanbrigittearlette@yahoo.com
There is a gamut of emotions In
the French language Which once you learn Will serve you only When
the deepest anger And frustration Are the lock and the key.. When
you do not know Which is which Within you The french words Are
the breezes of air That do away With locks and keys And
tell you how to let all the captives in your heart Walk free....
