Thank you University of California/Certificate of special Recognition...

Thank you University of California/Certificate of special Recognition...

some of my poems were undertaken for the  UC's Annual Literary Jubilee Program 

and the Court of Arbitration has given them the go ahead.

Thank you UC thank you Dr. Jack Wilson

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RanasAnatomy

Find Me!

Find me… I am just lost

Set me free…help me escape my past's ghosts

Love me… allow me to be yours

Come to me… let me be the one you hold

Help me… to open up all of these doors

Choose me…and unlock my roars

Sing to me… with your wildest chords

Find me… I am in the middle of no where

Come and place me… where I know no scare

Tell me… promise me we will reach there

And pray with me… to forever live this day

Now guide me… to say what I need to say

I need your love…I need you for me….

So stay now you're here just stay….

Now that you have FOUND ME 

FIND ME

RANA AL-JAMAL

11:16 PM

20/1/2012

Attested and accredited poet...

My name is Rana Al-Jamal and I am an accredited poetess 
THANK YOU 
The Academy of American Poets 
National Honor Society
75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901
New York, NY 10038
csls@poets.org

Thank you Dr. Wilson
Person that sent me this news :)

My Poetry Won :) Approved and accredited

Approved and accredited by 

http://aoaex.org/ 
The Association for Online Academic Excellence 

Can you come to me?

Can you say what I have been trying to say?

Can you please just tell me?

Will you end this wait?

Will you utter, will you put together?

What I have been attempting to create?

Can you move closer?

Can you allow me to finally see you?

Can you be what I have been just trying to orate?

Can you just mouth it all?

Give me answers instead of questions?

Can you break for me all of these walls?

Will you eventually approach me?

Will you allow me to; at last, sing the note "mi"?

Or I will find out that this was never my place,

This is just where I was never meant to be.

Life will go on; more questions will continue to form

More thoughts will continue to go lost

With no answers to construe from such one's inner storm

©♥RANA AL-JAMAL©♥

10:33 pm 4/11/11

Aljamel86@yahoo.com

NOT EDITED YET

The literature of my life...

The literature of our lives, a picture for our lies…
Our wishes under the skies, oh life, it denies…
A flushed away serenity, for, you keep confirming my stupidity
When I force my hope to survive, deeper instead, it dives


Where are we now?
What is next And how?


Another chance! Is that what we need?
Or must I get out of that door, in a quick speed
Oh shall I run away from all of this? Perhaps go for a flee?
Or are you going to allow yourself to change? Are you going to let me be me?
I am even permitting my own words to distort me
Dismantle my being, maybe I will finally see?


So in this piece, I reach for a prayer, to ask for what I can I be
It might be filled with yet more questions, and a whole bunch of maybes
So that maybe, one of them this time will have an end, set my thoughts at peace
To no longer pretend that I am happy while I am not,
But, truly be so, and have no more tears visiting my buns:


Dear lord, god almighty,
My key, to all of these locked doors


May you see me eligible for your grace; author the literature of my life
And conclude all of this madness, with your kindness
And guide me away from this maze
Please! Have me surrounded with your embrace
And maybe I shall live a clam life, than this confusing mess…


RANA MOHAMMAD AL-JAMAL
ALJAMEL86@YAHOO.COM
3:00 AM 24/8/2011


--> Not edited yet
-->Zamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan ma katabt so!!
-->ITS BEEN REALLY A WHILE SINCE I HAVE WRITTEN ANYTHING, SO … FORGIVE ME IF THIS DID NOT COME TO YOUR TASTE, HOW EVER, I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS ...

Where are you?

I miss flirting with the words,

and watching them make some right chords.

I seek cuddling with their sounds,

the ones I hear, as I run from my own doubts.

I long for the fairytales they create more and more,

The ones they are, eventually, the author for.

I miss the constant relief they end up giving,

reminding me, it is you, that can put that happy ending.

They line up; they realize their roles bit by bit,

they never mind how angry and mad it all can get.

It is a fight, that is something for sure, they comprehend.

The title of your life to hold, but it is you that have set.

To declare and name that ride, narrate and tell about the cries and lies,

get everything out of the hide, taking no bodies' but your side.

Every time, they are but a friend of yours and mine,

that is why I miss having them around or at least in my mind



3:29 AM

22/1/2011

RANA AL-JAMAL

Wecome [Again] :

It is because of the rain and because of the cold,
You lost your way and your concrete life boat,
From all the storms and their clouds that roared,
The dark secrets over your head, they roamed
Waiting to be told and you to drop all of that load
Just to stop lying awake and a new dream to call:
It will be one that will guide you to that lost road
Safe, get you out of your own cave with a fresh hope
For you to finally find home, one, that is not flawed;
You built with your own boards, with a color you chose
Then the question you asked, when you were young in "old"
Remember? It was about them, "Oh! Where did they go?"
Back then, when they disappeared, you no longer "them" saw
But, once they feel you here, they will come, in a uniting flaw
Their flickering wings will send those shadows float,
They will tick softly, and whisper "change" at your door,
Your feet sore, yet, you get up, open it and see them all,
They then tell you the story, and explain what went along,
"When you lost your self, we found you around no more,
It was you that left, to find that thing you always looked for,
Did you?" They wonder, "or again, you're planning to be gone!"
You look so pale, do not understand, "what is this tale they spoke?"
"It was that feeling": they say, "When you had, you just simply froze,
Made you always sense something was missing, so you had to know"
Silence you prefere, but they realize that you were able to recall
They do not care though, because of that smile on your face they saw
Yes, but it does not matter, for you can now touch some new core;
On your shoulder one of them lands, and one another on your nose,
Like a flower you rise, "you are ok now": they say, "You are a rose",
"We are your butterflies, decide to stay and we are your backbone,
Whenever, wherever, no one is free, from committing the wrong,
All you wanted was to grow, but what about that child? Yes, we know
Buried it there, just so you believe you are behind the right [row]
Welcome now again, our big child, our life's meadow our adult [kiddo]"
You close your eyes this time, this "You" will be here tomorrow for sure
That this dream, can not be another nightmare, not on such a divine shore,
So it can not be simply "not real", you are no longer diseased but, simply pure
Let them answer whatever questions, they are tending, to eternally bore
Under the moon light, inside your "present", get ready to [again] be whole
linger and heal, then against all the odds, you are proud of your fragile soul
Then you "be", with your innocence to keep, to be free and to hold.

2:02 am

Mood: have no idea

RANA AL-JAMAL

[[[[NOT EDITED YET]]]

"Random"

What if you wanted to write about me?
Not necessarily because you loved me, or
Even liked me, just that simply,
You took a glimpse of me, so, you wanted to see



What words can tell my story
What rhyme can penetrate my glory
What answers can end this awry
Oh what can pervade, how you are "sorry"

For all the moments in your life that were wasted
Before this idea "of you and me" to be created
For the many times you ignored the winds, that to
"Me" they "You" lifted, yet chose to be one of the tormented


Not that I know myself, oh to proclaim that, can be a sin
Why not though? Why didn’t you allow me then?
To dig and know, but now in the present,
All one can think of the "what could have been?"

So let me I tell you what you can say
Not necessarily because I have hope, or some way,
For our paths to again meet, in some another random sway
With yet another hello or some a new "hey":

Declare us under the "not meant to be"
Feel the sorrow sliding, invading the imaginary
You will not try to knock the door, with your broken key
Live in this concrete reality, and leave that world of poetry

Therefore my "once upon a time" handsome sir
Walk away, and let us continue as strangers and conquer:
I was just another "random" element in your life to consider
No need to ponder, here you go; it all never needed a philosopher.

9:44 PM
RANA AL-JAMAL
http://www.ranasanatomy.blogspot.com/
30/10/2010
"NOT EDITED YET"