by Max Babi
Member since:
May 4, 2006

Ahem, Lets Make Believe...

July 31, 2006 07:36 AM UTC (Updated: July 31, 2006 08:33 AM UTC)
views: 0 | comments: 45

Lets make believe.

You be the lost princess

lolling on a deserted beach

I'll be a wayward angel,

fallen but upright.

 

I'll name the stars for you

I'll make the coy breeze

whisper warm lullabyes in your ears

I'll turn the droll sand into gold dust

I'll make the sunset

soft for your tired eyes

I'll bid the crazy moon

to cast its ageless spell

I'll order the ocean

to quieten its troubled rumbles

and obediently wash your feet....

 

When you're in a trance

with my words drumming

hypnotic rhythms,

I'll drink in the whole scene

and fly away like a knowing blackbird

strangely fulfilled.

(c) Max Babi,  073106

 

Comments: 45

Manette S. Jul 31, 2006, 7:43am UTC
Oh, you're making me dream...
John Doyle Jul 31, 2006, 7:43am UTC
Lovely Max
Max Babi Jul 31, 2006, 8:22am UTC
Than ks Manette, John and Wilhelmine. Well Bruce, you sound rather anti-poetry here. Mark Twain told us that unless we invent some myths, the ugliness of reality would overwhelm us...open a newspaper and go under the waves upon waves of disgust. Watch TV and feel disgust. Secondly, poets are averse to explaining their poetry...so everyone is free to interpret my poem according to his or her own frame of mind and set of experiences. Thanks, and cheerz!
Granny Janny Jul 31, 2006, 8:28am UTC
I think you mean sunset instead of sunet.
I love the fantasy and especially
I'll be a wayward angel
Fallen but upright.
You are most definitely a Romantic!
Carol Cassell Jul 31, 2006, 8:31am UTC
"The sand as gold dust", very memorable. Look forward to reading more.
Max Babi Jul 31, 2006, 8:33am UTC
hey Jan, thanks a lot. I fixed my sunset.
cheerz!
Pesi Padshah Jul 31, 2006, 8:43am UTC
Hey Max, this is really good.
Manette S. Jul 31, 2006, 8:53am UTC
As fdar as myths, I.d also like to refer to Mary C Legg's latest article: http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976771319
Max Babi Jul 31, 2006, 8:58am UTC
Thanks a lot Manette, that's a lovely story there about myths replete with a stunning picture too. Great job you did by recommending it to me...I loved the story.
cheerz!
Nancy S. Jul 31, 2006, 9:03am UTC
What a pretty poem! The lines:
"I'll be a wayward angel,
fallen but upright"
are incredible! You are, truly, a poet.
gautami tripathy Jul 31, 2006, 9:45am UTC
i am waiting....!!!!!
James Stemmle Jul 31, 2006, 9:46am UTC
Max:

You have the gift. This is a wonderful poem. I will add it to my collection. Which puts you in good company. From Shakespeare to contemporary puslished poets.

Or wait. Maybe you are also a published poet. If not, and if you have other poems of this quality, you should be.

Cheers.
Cheryl W. Jul 31, 2006, 9:48am UTC
I love this, Max. It was a scenario I could easily picture and it made me wish I was there.......
James Stemmle Jul 31, 2006, 9:56am UTC
And OK, just so you know

My word processor did not like your spelling of lullabyes and quieten. Lullabyes goes lullabies. Quieten may be poetic license.

Cheers

Jim
T B. Jul 31, 2006, 10:28am UTC
Max.. that is so beautiful.... I am the lost princess.... I got all goosebumps reading this... Thanks for sharing it!
Beryl Singleton Bissell Jul 31, 2006, 10:29am UTC
This is a beautiful love poem, Max. In which the giver / that wayward but upright angel finds fulfillment in loving the lost princess with the tired eyes receives all that angel gives. Sounds like fulfillment whatever way you look at it.
Susan Pattishall Jul 31, 2006, 10:47am UTC
Beautiful poem. Why not change "quieten to "quiet" and "lulabyes" to "lulabies" and submit this poem to the contest? I want this poem for something to do. Maybe I will play with fonts. I never.
Aileen F. Jul 31, 2006, 11:30am UTC
Yes, I'll play! You've swept me up in a magical wish to a place the child in me hopes never goes away for good. Beautiful!
Miz Lynn aka/BooBoo Jul 31, 2006, 11:47am UTC
Lovely poem! Dreamy.....
Max Babi Jul 31, 2006, 11:49am UTC
James, you humble me with your sustained efforts to raise a grain of sand to the heights of the blue skies.... I have been published as a poet, my first collection of verse Emotions In Motion was published by Writers Workshop at Calcutta [now Kolkata] in India, long ago in 1992. Being a scientist and technologist, I have deliberately not focused on this aspect, it is only now with internet opening up new vistas, that I have started again...
I hope to come up with high quality poems, indeed.
Cheerz!
Carol Roach Jul 31, 2006, 1:15pm UTC
You are so romantic, it makes me want to walk along the beaches of your mind with you.
Mary C L. Jul 31, 2006, 3:00pm UTC
very nice-- and the choice of blackbird is also very nice. it can sing over 26 different songs and is a great imitator of other birds.

beautiful images-- watch out there may be someone trailing behind you
Linda Douglas Jul 31, 2006, 8:11pm UTC
Max, that was beautiful. Very nice images and I loved the ending.
Rossie Indira Aug 1, 2006, 3:07am UTC
Wonderful Max, as usual! Very romantic indeed...
sara khan Aug 1, 2006, 3:15am UTC
a beautiful poem...just like a fairy tale...its so beautiful and you know that its never going to come true...
Nimesh D. Aug 1, 2006, 3:36am UTC
BHai

THis poem has the potential to rekindle the inuring innocence, the sense of wonder, the faith that some one is there to make our lives beauitful. As i am wirting this, this thought has just dawned on me that one has to give in order the experience this beauty. JUst like you are sharing your poetry. I would say one would like to be that giver. I think we have that giver in all of us. I wish i could revert you with a poetry with such innocence. And yes i am collecting your poetries. Lets publish them.
Nimesh D. Aug 1, 2006, 4:19am UTC
After having revisited your poetry , the vaults of my memory incessantly have steered me to this beautiful quote from Ben Okri's book of quotes on Story Telling.

The worst realities of our age are manufactured realities. It is therefore our task, as creative participants in the universe, to re dream our world. The fact of possessing imagination means that everything can be re dreamed. Each reality can have it – Ben Okri
Max Babi Aug 1, 2006, 4:45am UTC
Bhai Nimesh, you overwhelm me with your kindness....
Ben Okri has kept me awake for nights, to such an extent I was forced to type out his entire book 'A Way Of Being Free' so that his words would stick to this restless animal that my mind is... I nearly worship his poetic thoughts. He is a prophet, not a writer.

As for publishing...wow, wonderful suggestion. I have plenty of unpublished stuff rotting away here or there. Do talk to me some time. We need to connect.

Cheerz!
Dolphi D. Aug 1, 2006, 5:29am UTC
It is a beautiful poem. Away from the dreary world it is soothing dream of fantasy. Great work, Max!
Faith H. Aug 1, 2006, 6:27am UTC
Thank you Max, for taking us to a dream. Lovely images of beaches and imagined love here.
me, myself and I Aug 1, 2006, 6:36am UTC
It has all been said, but I will chime in my appreciation of your sharing this lovely poem. Thank you, Max.
Max Babi Aug 1, 2006, 11:34am UTC
Hi Bruce, nice to see you pop up again. I admire your tenacity. No one down the ages has been able to dictate what a poem should be like... and no one has told me either, what I should write about. Usefulness in arts is a topic which is not only controversial and ticklish, it is like a never-ending spiral. We would do well to recall what Oscar Wilde said about art... 'All art is perfectly useless.'

I would not jump to Nimesh's aid here, but he quoted Ben Okri whose writings are pretty fuzzy and useless for a diehard cynic like you. It would be nice for you to take a peek into his fantasy world, if you are searching for more loopholes full of fuzziness... perhaps it would give you some sort of pleasure.

You would do well to see my poem posted here at gather.com, entitled A Weird Dialogue -one that is gut-wrenching and disturbing. It is not pretty nor fuzzy nor full of fantasy. Hard facts and ugly face of reality. I am more suprised than you are suprised at me, Bruce, that you take one poem of mine and get down to start crucification. It's hardly fair, my friend. Do read that and come back for more discussion here. I would be glad.

Cheerz!
Laurie White Aug 1, 2006, 11:53am UTC
Max, this was wonderful. I didn't see this at all like bruce and thought the imagery was beautiful. I saw the bird flying away fulfilled knowing he had given her solace and lifted her to a better place. Guess it's all in perspective. I'll take dreamy anyday...
Cami Soul Aug 1, 2006, 12:04pm UTC
I read this poem as if it were for me and me alone. It brought tears to my eyes. I was very disappointed in the last stanza when the angel went away. For me, this put a whole other take on the poem. Suddenly the lover was what I call the capital L Lover, the elusive one, the one who stays with you but is never there. Thanks so much, Max. #39
Najat Kessler Aug 1, 2006, 12:59pm UTC
ooooooooooooooooooooooh!

I love it Max!

it is so reviving!

Love & Friendship,

Najat
Skipster Too Aug 2, 2006, 12:11am UTC
My mind filtered this poem as a parable of wishful parenting. There's a longing to feel fulfilled in one's role as a gatekeeper to the troubles of your princess/daughter.

I didn't feel the poem was 'romantic'. It was more akin to that feeling of having a child fall asleep in one's arms: like you'd finally gotten the world back in order by that one reaction to your loving deeds.
Nimesh D. Aug 2, 2006, 8:37am UTC
E B , Bang On! After having re read this poem i did feel that the poem deep within has a mother-child connection to it
Ferrero R. Aug 3, 2006, 10:50pm UTC
This was simply lovely. Make believe or not, it paints a very beautiful image. Wonderful.
anna r. Aug 8, 2006, 8:10am UTC
i found your words to have the same depth of compassion as rumi, how refreshing to read someone who is so blessed. thank you
Max Babi Aug 8, 2006, 8:19am UTC
Anna, thanks a lot for your kind words but I doubt it I could reach the depth of compassion that Mavlana Rumi had attained so easily... yes, but it is likely that living and growing up in the East certainly helps. I write in English but my sensibilities lie in Urdu, which is nearly as good as Persian for being brief and hard-hitting when writing lyrics. Do keep in touch.
Cheerz!
Max, this poem was a dream to read. It transported me to a completely different place - the sounds of my office grew silent as I wrapped up in your words. Truly talented you are...glad to see you're writing again.
Max Babi Aug 9, 2006, 2:24am UTC
Breanne, thanks a lot.
I am experiencing a peak in creativity right now...
so nice of you to have noticed. Do keep watching my pages. It's your sensitivity that makes my words rhyme and 'scintillate' when transposed to something as mundane as your an office environ, I guess.
Cheerz!

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