So We’re Back

The ancient god
Was on my bed

Relaxingly alert
To my touches
To my clutches
On his treasures;

I fed him love
He fed me pleasures

We did not ask why or how
We did not discuss politics
Nor we did human complex
In fact we hardly talked

But each of us knew
That nothing can outdo
Us together

“Twins” By: Jere H.Allen

27 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. nazzal
    Apr 14, 2005 @ 08:46:00

    eooo …. naughty naughty naughty

    have you seen Agnus of God …


  2. AyyA
    Apr 14, 2005 @ 09:37:00

    No I haven’t what about it?


  3. Purgatory
    Apr 14, 2005 @ 13:37:00

    fethee7a 😛


  4. AyyA
    Apr 14, 2005 @ 14:39:00

    Why do you consider it fethee7a ?


  5. nazzal
    Apr 14, 2005 @ 14:47:00

    a play that i saw ages ago in broadway ..
    about a young nun that got pregnant without getting touched , claiming that GOD had visited her 🙂


  6. AyyA
    Apr 14, 2005 @ 15:00:00

    Hmmmmmmmm sounds interesting, I would believe her 😉


  7. Jewaira
    Apr 14, 2005 @ 16:10:00

    ’tis an earth-moving union 🙂


  8. Shurouq
    Apr 14, 2005 @ 18:44:00

    “Agnes of God” is also a movie from the mid eighties.
    Jane Fonda at her best.
    Definitely worth checking out 🙂


  9. Purgatory
    Apr 14, 2005 @ 19:56:00

    ayya 😉


  10. AyyA
    Apr 14, 2005 @ 21:59:00

    Thanks 7abeebti, walla ma7ad fahimni qirish 🙂

    Thanks sweetie for the tip, I’ll sure check if out.

    Mokhic la yeroo7 ib3eed 😉


  11. shosho
    Apr 14, 2005 @ 23:35:00

    for some reason the line “we did not dicuss politics” did ring a bell…



  12. AyyA
    Apr 15, 2005 @ 00:26:00

    May be we both have something in common 😉


  13. mishu1984
    Apr 15, 2005 @ 04:20:00



  14. AyyA
    Apr 15, 2005 @ 09:48:00

    Surprise, surprise, the lord Misho; himself is around… how are you sweetie, I missed yah 🙂


  15. mishu1984
    Apr 15, 2005 @ 17:38:00

    All is well 😉

    time, such a fleeting image i must say my dear Watson.


  16. AyyA
    Apr 15, 2005 @ 22:18:00

    Not if we give it another dimension by living it second by second. 😉


  17. mishu1984
    Apr 16, 2005 @ 01:43:00

    second by second.. too tiring my dear, how about just one day at a time?


  18. mishu1984
    Apr 16, 2005 @ 02:33:00


  19. AyyA
    Apr 16, 2005 @ 08:59:00

    Hey dude
    I never bother myself with his likes, he is not even dangerous to the young souls he is attracting, because as you saw he exposed himself and his intentions, that’s why he has to leave, he couldn’t possibly stay doing that for long. My guess: next time he’d be back blogging with a different nick and may be a different ideology, And his hailing commentators (although conditioned) but do have some doubts, they only need time to weigh things better.
    Nevertheless; it was amusing, I had it with my morning breakfast 🙂


  20. Peach
    Apr 16, 2005 @ 15:05:00

    daaymn woman! Your poetry has a dangerously devastating effect on the simple single female mind! which is another way of saying it’s GREAT! I ain’t reading for you no more! Mkhasmaki ;p


  21. AyyA
    Apr 16, 2005 @ 15:27:00

    Ok, let’s say I was in a naughty mood. Never mind, this is an old poem that I scribbled some years back I just thought it was cute.


  22. bader
    Apr 16, 2005 @ 17:03:00

    rabab ,, when ive read your blog for the 1st time i couldnt stop tell the end ,, keep on


  23. 307cc
    Apr 16, 2005 @ 19:56:00

    I like I like I like :)))))))))))
    wow this poem is trully fantastic… I loved it very much… you surely can use words 😉


    Apr 16, 2005 @ 22:37:00


    The way I like to understand this poem is perhaps beyond your original intentions, and what is normally understood by the reader. I churned it out to be one of pleasant self-masturbation. Even a person as human as the one depicted in the poem can be simultaneously godly in the midst of lust. A type of lust that is not only driven to fantasy for another but driven to implement it onto one’s self.



  25. AyyA
    Apr 16, 2005 @ 23:09:00

    Hey, what a way to end a hectic day, thanks, you really made my day 🙂 welcome to your home anytime.

    Heheheee, glad you like, I felt you jumping LOL, welcome aboard.

    Very interesting interpretation and you are right in the sense that things do not have to represent themselves in a poem. The beauty of a poem is when it provokes imagination, and each reader can relate his own way. That’s why I don’t usually like to comment on my poems, I like to see what the reader saw in it. Your input truly made me happy 🙂


  26. The Expert
    Apr 17, 2005 @ 09:47:00

    I like this way AyyA, It’s mazy and intrested poem. Read what Rex A. Williams said:

    Never Have I Fallen

    Your lips speak soft sweetness
    Your touch a cool caress
    I am lost in your magic
    My heart beats within your chest

    I think of you each morning
    And dream of you each night
    I think of your arms being around me
    And cannot express my delight

    Never have I fallen
    But I am quickly on my way
    You hold a heart in your hands
    That has never before been given away


  27. AyyA
    Apr 17, 2005 @ 15:25:00

    The Expert
    Waw, that was really moving, I specially liked the last stanza, so powerful, thanks for sharing dude 🙂


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