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The Ryder's Song
I always touch the air
That touches my hair and skin
I always sing the wind
That always makes me dance
I am a Ryder
Always on my rhythmic horse
White silky vibrant wind of summer
My horse is my speed
And my beats and bones
I ride along the green
I ride along the valley
I ride at dawn rosy
I ride at dusk scarlet
Come and ride with me
I am a Ryder here and now
I have always been one
And I will always be
Of silver and gold
Crimson and blue
Yellow and melancholy purple
I am a Ryder
And I ride along the rainbow roads
I am a Ryder
Always poetry follows my foot steps
While I sing
Wind paints my heart beats
And the rain comes along to play with me
Come and ride with me
We shall ride in the rain
And sing a rainbow when sun shines back
I ride along the tides
I ride along the planes
I ride along the dusty deserts
I ride along the autumn's lanes
Come ride with me
Here and now and tomorrows to come
Come ride with me
Until time ceases to mean
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I Follow You
I follow you
Follow you wherever you go
But trust me
I do not stalk you
For I am you-bound
For your beauty that you carry around you
Keep me spell bound
I follow you wonderstruck
The way the moon follows the earth
I cannot but follow you
Since you are so beautiful
Whatever you put on to dress
You dazzle me in your Kashmiri dress
When you stand at the valley of snow and flora
You look like red in fire
You make the valley sing
I follow you
I follow you when you dance
Wearing Kurdish dress
With sparkling diamonds embroidered in your body
The music makes you float in the air
You command the sense of thrill
Around the room where people sit
I follow you when you wear African dress
Suddenly the rainbow decides to come down to earth
And wrap your body so that you feel light
You walk in rhythm in the high street
Africa goes shopping with you
I follow you wonderstruck
I follow you when you go
picking up flowers
In the snowy mountain valley of Canada
Your warm clothes shine as summer's pools
I follow your white bare hands and the red rose it holds
How can I not follow you around?
I follow you when you stand beneath the olive tree
In the dusk where dust welcome the scarlet evening
And your eyes dream of dreams
Of future that might soon come to kiss you alive
I follow you into the night where you sing
You sing your songs of joys and silky dreams
I follow you in Egypt
I follow yours steps around the historic place
And see how wonder paints your eyes
And how you look so part of the time and space
Yet you are the one that has no comparison
I follow you in colours painted sarees
In Asian weddings
When your youthful eyes sparkle like young does
And your churees play tunes of light but sincere joy
I follow you
I follow you in the Roma Village
Where you entertain your colours
Where you paint your passion of freedom
Out onto the sky
The sky that reflects your mind
I follow you in the Indian valley of whisper and humanity
I see feathers and colours becoming brothers and sisters
I name myself falling feather with a song
I follow you
Wherever you go
I follow you wonderstruck
I follow you in Florence and Rome
In evening when young blood feels passion
And sit beside the summer vine full of green bursting
Your lips red with red wine summer
I follow you wonderstruck
I follow you in Benin
Wearing sunshine's dress in weary summer
Yet shining as though you are the one
With dreams to spare
I follow you
I follow you
When you speak French
And your tongue becomes juicy vine's intoxicated harvest
And Paris goes mad and drunk
And you sing your heart out
I follow you by the Volga
With your dreams walking with your shadow
Your steps create a symphony
I follow your rosy cheeks
And the wonder bound passion you held in your heart
I follow you across the globe
In Vienna and Frankfurt
I follow you in Durban and Delhi
I follow you in Shanghai and Cairo
I follow you in every roses and rivers
I follow you in every mood and melody
I follow you wonderstruck
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Rainbow's End
You invite me to wonder
What music lies at the end of the rainbow?
You bring me closer to the colours of your collage
And a desire as strong as thunder overtakes me
To touch your soul's melody
You transform me into a lonely man
Your words are wet sparkling strawberries
That invite me towards a question
Only a question that puts me back to the scene
Shall I touch the soft wet skin of colours?
That painted me in musical melancholy?
You enter into my dreams' painting
The way moonlights sleep walk into my balcony
When I go to sleep being lonely too long
While awake spelling your beautiful name
As I close my eyes
Your face full of scarlet colours
Appear before me so bright and peaceful
It shadows me to the world of sleep
Carries me through the melody of your skin
I then wait for your appearance
In my dream's blooming garden
Where a festival awaits for us
A festival of sensuous music and colours
All wet and silky fire
You walk into my dreams
Moonlit nights covered your snow-white skin
Silk-soft-velvet pearl I touch
I lay down in ecstasy at your gaze
That kisses my body
The way one wonders across a painting
All full of excitement and intoxication
I lay submerged into your arena of touch
And wonder what there is inside your mind?
That makes me sing in colours
That makes me dream that does not let me wake up?
You are my dream magic architect
Don't let me wake up
Touch me to sleep while you kiss me to dream
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To Read
the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
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White
White is my colour sublime
bright
Probably because I was a child of
A misty white morning wet in dew
Or perhaps white makes me light
My white mind plays with white words
White holds the colourscape of all
Miracles of possibilities sing shower
A shower of carnival of colours
I paint with white moonlike landscape
Holding all I bear no weight
My musical notations written in white
I borrow more of what is less
I paint in white delicate smooth
Here where I stand with white marbles
I make words dance in colours wearing white
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Babushka Dream
A dream in a babushka dream
That holds the dewlike sound
The sound sweeter than honey
And it opens up like a red rose slowly becoming
And an infinite range of colours rain
A magical tropical coloured rain
In the dream I get delicately wet
A dream in a babushka dream
I got dew wet-dew that is colours
I got wet all over by rain of music
I feel I am sitting on spring wet grass
And my hands hold life all diamond under my palms
The sound painted in colours
And designed by music soft
Yet it is dew touched warm and wet
A dream of a poem in a babushka dream
I had a few moments of incalculable joys
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Here Monotone is
the Music
Stuck midway
Between here and there
With a name unfitting
Sounding differential calculuslike
I receive polite turn downs
And thank in return for the kindness
Why am I here!
I wonder-too late
To register an answer
Never needed a passport
Yet had to have one
Being in the light of politeness
I see so many faces
Faces behind the masks
Stuck midway
Between here and there
"Can you help at all?"
I hear a polite response
Decorated well by well used words
"Could you write your request
To Mr Bernard Smith
At the White Cottage
Subject line: colours."
Stuck midway
Between home and homelessness
I thank in return with words
And wrap them in polite envelopes
Here monotone is the music
Yet I cannot sing it for I am multitone
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Spelling the Time
Without a Dictionary
What am I doing here?
In the cold freeze?
What exactly am I doing here
In this land of nothingness
Transformed into dead cactus
In a dead desert
That has not seen rain
For eight million years?
The question
Stuck in my throat
Like the bone
In the throat of the tiger
I cannot swallow it
Nor can I spit it out
Here I am
Waiting
Spelling the time
Without a dictionary
Speaking French
Without knowing a word of French
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Spring is the Dance
of Magic Becoming
At the edge of winter
Painted with dry grey expectations
In a mode of silent prayer
The mute trees and bushes stood vase like
They stood in their millions spread across
The landscape all bare and bold
Yet they look like millions of vases
Made out of dried flowers on branches and twigs
All they did all winter was
Put in grey lipstick on
And extend the wait like Dhraupadi's saree
That could almost reach and bring forth the spring
In one night's magical touch unfelt and unsounded
In their dreams of becoming in the Eden of musical green
They have been touched alive and morning kissed them
Spring has dressed up green Aphrodite who dances in the wind
City Squirrel sits on the city wall with star-sparkle eyes
Smiling scented budding leaves begin a child fight
Fight between yellow and green green or yellow
And confusion produces a green that makes hearts stop a beat
All the trees and bushes illuminate spring vases sway in the wind
A state of becoming starts to unfold while the world begins again
Ecstasy bound birds and bees and fauna and flora sing in unison
Resulting yellow and green battling out their way into becoming
In my words I sing the spring and its colours of becoming
In my colours of words I paint the music of spring
In my notes of words I write the music of magic and shine
Spring is the dance of magic becoming colours evolving
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The Songs of Non
Earthly Butterflies
Thunder said to me
Never wonder
Which exactly what I started to do
And I was disliked by it
Yet I continue following wonder
I followed it like a train spotter
Follows a train
The northbound clouds
Told me near Meghalaya
You can not stay dry
If you are here near the pond of mud
Which is what I tried
And I was disliked by the clouds
Yet I tried to stay dry
Like a child walking on stones in the water
A friend advised me
Do not follow that road
Do not walk on that road
That takes you left
And it does not lead you
Towards the palace of yank princess
Which is exactly what I did
I stepped onto the road
That had overgrown grass and vines
And I began to learn their language
And soon I began speaking with the clouds
And I could talk to the buffaloes and reindeers
And my friend did not like me anymore
I told the evening that was scarlet and young
"I will one day make you dance with me!
And I continued my songs of non earthly butterflies
I told my friend forgive me for the ignorance
That holds my nose right under water
So that I cannot learn how to count the dollars
I could not learn to count the dollars and euros
They looked with a pinch of pity on me
Which was quite a gracious thing for them to do
Yet I carried on walking on that road
And I carried the flute with me that I play
I play it for you-yes you who is reading this poem
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Raaneem a Wonder
Held between my palms
Wrapped in the sparkles of my eyes
She appeared a scarlet rose bud
A wonder- a miracle breathing
With a pair of tiny little eyes
Searching the lit big world
Held between my palms
Clothed in my prayers and love
Tears photographed her little face
She is my Raaneem scarlet rose bud
A wonder-a miracle crying
Held between my palms
Delicate little hands moving
Holding my finger with her fingers
I felt connected to heaven
That felt soft warm and cool
And I wrote a name in my heart
Raaneem a wonder-a miracle opening
To Read
the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
Read More of Munayem Mayenin's Poetry
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