A Glympse – George Onsy


all poets are my lovers [males /females], they are not to be meagre seeds, but rather some spring sprouts clamouring their vines to reach an endless end; i have a need to hear not only his tickling ink voices, but also to chew the “unreal”, the intractable… i need to be dragged to utterance than into analysis; i need to be bolted dazed into a paralytic plane… when i meet a person, i catch his eyes… read what it says, dissect its movements, imprison its thoughts, dig deeper into its structural despot_thereby, my imagination starts to paint sculpt draw a discursive portrait! _Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
George Onsy, an Egyptian, a classic Ulysses,
“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”,
a sublime artist
an articulate author
a philosopher
a mystic poet
a sincere friend
not to forget
a lover of beauty and lovely soul
son supérieur arts
all so unique and original.
George has a way of weaving words… delicately structured yet latice-laced sensuously… which reveals his penchant for romantic love. I remember several years back, i was on tour in Egypt and there’s none a single man, who didn’t give a scintillating word of flattery… Egyptian men always have a soothing word to make a woman smile! I have not met George in person, but through his poetry, i could gauge that he is an Egyptian man! [Take note of my 6 ‘stanza’ sensuous replies…] Maelan Koia Sydney 2107
It took You,
More than
Just one rib
To form
Her structure
So tender
So fancy
To let
My impossible
Step out of
The realm of
Fantasy. G. Onsy #1
i am a slice of vine
drops of red wine
lined from you
i feel the beats,
hear the rhythmic tone
of our lips entwine. #1
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
It took you
More than
Just one rib
To answer
The yearning
Of my heart,
This living piece
Of fine art. G. Onsy #2
je suis en fait
un objet d’art
my stunning neck
like the Tower of Babel
my hair cascades
like Niagara Falls
my lips pout
waiting waiting
for your moist lips. #2
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
You did take
Just one rib,
Altering my whole
Promising to put
In the place
Of loneliness,
Of agony. G. Onsy #3
this foamy language
travel my thoughts
into miles
of unpredictable bliss
missing you
without knowing you,
a possibility of dialectic desire. #3
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
You took
That one rib,
Its gloomy void
Flame of
That when I just
Woke up
I found no name
But called it
Desire”. G. Onsy#4
i cruise the unknown
woke up on your lap
touching my lips my nose
tickling my ears
kissing my eyes
are you a kind of wind
i dream i dream. #4
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
Thanks be to you
For in my life
She waves
The reality and
But without her,
My so-called life
Would always have
The taste of
Death. G. Onsy #5
i am a white lily of the valley
come rain come shine
i stand in wait
for your hizzing sound
madness in feverish stance
your seizing sting
O, i dissolve
in the midst of bliss. #5
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
O God,
If you had not
I would have
Taken out
My very heart
Out of the depth
Of my core,
Held it up, asking:
And this, Lord,
What is it for? #6
© George Onsy . June 2013
darling, your powerful voice
like gust of wind
seeps into my inner vein
i flesh quavers
tilting to fly
ma chemise baille

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