A palmist reader

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Naked chest walked in streets
Barefoot chases her shadow
A strange lady never seen in city
Comes from Bengal or Asia Minor
Asked a café owner for a hot cup
Chewing her tongue from time to time
A lady of opened eyes and watchfully
Of tall height as tall as a tower
In her hand, she grasped a yellow rose
She kisses it a minute twice
Of a slim abdomen being shaken
And two arms as branches of bamboo
And a waist is too fit for dancing
while her two big breasts,
out of her bras were prominent
And when someone passed,
She would stand as a soldier
To reply a military greeting
Once when someone paid,
She would say OK
An eccentric girl of no emotion
Half of her legs were spotted
But she reads other fortunes
She tells everyone what he wants
Has been learned the palmistry
Stalking through streets,
As a chased hunt she runs
Excuse me not to more I describe
My eyes were fascinated in her

[Mohammad Ahmad]

To a prestige woman still I respect:

O, whose face is similar to ax
Do I confirm to you a simple fax?
You are just intruder in my life
Savagely you come without desire
A wolf like, whereto you had emotion!
I am unpleased to see your figure in my time
And your tears are just drone's weeping
You stand at my door, to anger my birds
To fly away and never coming back
Your interesting mock is as a bitter salt
And my group never comes down
In my heritage, I have had a wide space
And my furnished host welcomed the guests
I come back suggesting a standout figure
Alas, you are just shabby and torn sails
And my emotion went out,
To be disappeared in unfathomable ocean
I am the ocean when there are no seas.
I am the word when the speech is cutting off
I am the scythe hand when spring comes
Between thunderbolts, I received flashes
It reminds me the hope I implanted
To be an olive- bud should be opened
And from its oil I enlighten my room
Then with my though I live for tomorrow
Haven't you answer, I have had
As fast as the sky flashes
Then in my lightening, I enfold you
As the mist when touched the ground
Similar to my arms cuddling you
I shall be awake waiting your vision
As far as, there is a firebrand still glowing.

[YesNo]

I liked the description of the palmist especially in telling everyone what they wanted to hear and acting as if she were a chased animal hunted.

I also liked the idea of describing people in poetry.

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Thank you YesNo, for coming to my blog and to read my thoughts, that's nice from you.
Mostly I think you have a good sense in understanding poetry and as I noticed your comments to other fellows you frankly express your feeling and always I see your positive criticism, thus for this reason I regard you.
The painter used his paintbrush briskly and somehow slightly to embroider his pictures and we embody each movement whether it is for persons or things by our lines.
Yes, indeed I love this type of poetry but when you try to write this style, you need to watch people for a long time looking carefully to each movement they do.