Cambridge Keenan Poems
A BELLY DANCER
Veils of color fill the air,
Beads and coins flash here and there,
Her energy is really fresh,
Drops of sweat decorate her flesh,
Whirling, twirling around she goes,
Zills on her fingers, bells on her toes,
Undulating movements, grinding hips,
Gracefully her back bone slips,
The music fills her very soul,
As she executes a belly roll,
Then shaking, shimmering into the night, '
She captures her audience with true delight,
All her emotions show and enhance,
Her snake like movements, her belly dance,
Dropping to her knees, ...
My Gift To My Beloved
A warm, glow casted off the prisims of my chandier,
A floor spreading of rainbow pillows of variying sizes, shapes, and textures inviting allure...
... Arabian music, the oud, the kanjira, the nay flute, the taka,
Melding in harmony, sweetening the atmosphere,
There is a scent of paradise, pleasing to the soul....
Incense lifting up perfumes to enchant my beloved make his smile brighter.