Romaisa

The name Romaisa has Arabic origins and is derived from the word "Rumaisha," which means "a bouquet or collection of flowers." It is often associated with beauty and grace, reflecting gentle qualities attributed to flowers.

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في نور الفجر حيث تنبثق الأحلام،  

تزهر اسمٌ، مفاجأةٌ بهِيَّة،  

روميساء، كضياءِ الصبح،  

رقصة نجوم في ظلام الليل المخملي.

مع كل نفس، حكاية تُنسج،  

نشيد أملٍ، شمسٌ ساطعة،  

اسمها — لحنٌ شَجِيٌّ وعذب،  

كبتلات تُقبّلها خطوات الربيع الرقيقة.

روميساء، حيث القلب يجد السلام،  

نسيمٌ رقيق، وراحةُ حُبٍّ،  

في كل حرفٍ، دفءٌ يُقيم،  

وروحٌ تختبئ فيها الجمال الأبدي.

تمشي بنور، شعلة هادئة،  

نداءُ همسٍ، اسمٌ مقدس،  

روميساء — نقِيّة، وومضٌ متلألئ،  

صدى خالد في حلم الحياة.

Romaisa, a Whisper of Grace

In dawn’s soft glow, where dreams arise,
There blooms a name, a gentle surprise,
Romaisa, like the morning’s light,
A dance of stars in velvet night.

With every breath, a story spun,
A song of hope, a rising sun,
Her name—a melody so sweet,
Like petals kissed by spring’s soft feet.

Romaisa, where the heart finds peace,
A tender breeze, a love’s release,
In every letter, warmth resides,
A soul where endless beauty hides.

She walks in light, a quiet flame,
A whispered call, a sacred name,
Romaisa—pure, a radiant gleam,
A timeless echo in life’s dream.

On the cusp (An AI Rhyme on Liminal)

 

In liminal spaces, worlds align,
Between the dusk and dawn’s first shine,
A threshold where the unknown gleams,
Awakening soft, elusive dreams.

The liminal holds the in-between,
Neither here nor gone, unseen,
A place where changes come to play,
Transforming night to blushing day.

So speak of liminal with care,
A word to mark the thinly air,
Where old meets new, and paths entwine—
A magic word, a subtle sign.

N.B.

1. Internet and Social Media Culture: The rise of online communities, especially on platforms like Tumblr, Reddit, and TikTok, has popularized niche and academic vocabulary. "Liminal" often appears in discussions around aesthetics, art, and psychology, especially in the context of "liminal spaces."

2. Liminal Spaces Trend: There's a growing fascination with "liminal spaces," referring to transitional or in-between physical places (like empty hallways, deserted malls, or vacant parking lots) that evoke a sense of eeriness or nostalgia. This has become a distinct aesthetic in photography, digital art, and even storytelling.

3. Interest in Transition and Threshold Concepts: "Liminal" describes thresholds or transitional phases, which resonates with contemporary themes of personal growth, change, and societal shifts. People use it metaphorically to describe mental, social, or existential states of being in-between.

4. Academic and Psychological Discourse: The term originates from anthropology and psychology, referring to phases during rites of passage or states of ambiguity. Its crossover into popular discourse reflects growing interest in self-exploration and transformative experiences.

5. 1. Cultural Zeitgeist: In times of uncertainty or rapid change (such as during and after the COVID-19 pandemic), ideas about "being in-between" or "on the threshold" may have felt especially relevant, contributing to the term's rise.

The other day upon the stair (AI Rewrite)

 

The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
His eyes were clock ticks in the air,
And whispered secrets nowhere fair.

He wasn’t there again today,
Yet baked a cake of moonlight’s grey,
That vanished when I tried to sway,
Into a dream that slipped away.

I wish that he would just unbend,
Or fold himself around the bend,
But he’s a riddle with no end,
A sock that’s lost its other friend.

No feet, no face, just breezes twirled,
He’s not there but there—a ghostly world,
A jigsaw piece that’s never pearled,
A silent scream, invisibly hurled.

Using AI we produced a take on this William Hughes Mearns 1899 poem, 

"Yesterday, upon the stair, 

I saw a man who wasn't there. 

He wasn't there again today, 

I wish, I wish he'd go away"

Night of the Meagle (AI Version December 2025)

 Picture by Steve Clarkson

 

Upon the slopes of Mount Impossible,
I slipped into a dream,
Where stood a curious Meagle—
Stranger than it might seem.

At first, I was confounded,
Uncertain what to make,
Likely it, too, was puzzling
The nature of my wake.

Clutching tight to reason’s thread,
I stumbled into doubt—
For such a creature, half and whole,
Defied all sense throughout.

A primate’s legs, a winding tail,
No hands or arms in sight,
Buzzard eyes and eagle’s beak,
Grim and sharp as night.

I searched for words to speak,
And all I breathed was a hiss—
The Meagle turned with sideways glare,
As if to say, "Amiss."

“Of all you see, and all concealed,
I am the regal Meagle here,
No questions may be asked of me,
No pondering or leer.”

“Look once more, reflect, be still,
Before you dare to proclaim
Your riddle wrapped in serpent’s sound,
And speak my curious name.”

Oh, regal Meagle, clearly now,
My folly I deplore,
With deepest bow and humbled heart,
I ask forgiveness evermore.

The Meagle flicked its tail with grace,
Then vanished toward the light,
And as it climbed the mountain’s peak,
I faded out of night.

The Weddding Day

 

We celebrate your union

At this special time of life

We wish you many happy times

Blissful husband, loving wife

May laughter fill your days ahead,
With kindness in each word and deed.
Together face what life may bring,
In love and trust, your hearts agreed.

Through all the seasons, come what may,
May joy and peace be ever near.
Hand in hand, with spirits strong,
Your bond grows deeper year by year.