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Mohammed Abd-Elhay Poem
The dropping feelings in my heart are making an echo sound
And as they fall , nothing keeps sound
The walls of my chest are murmuring a fake voice
Broken glass , smashed woods , crushed leaves ,
The torturing shuffle of her dress at the moment she leaves
How could the little figures of life
, In a moment ,
Be so cruel ?!
- Oh .. let's go now my friend
- No .. let it hurt us
once more.
Copyright © Mohammed Abd-Elhay | Year Posted 2007
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Mohammed Abd-Elhay Poem
We will meet again
Like thousand times before
Beauty and her ugly beast .
Mincing morning smile ,
Involved in our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation
Running away from the spears of direct feelings ,
Rambling in the emptiness of the day hours , till it get dizzy
And pour its torturing , merciful departure on our heads .
Destroyed .. I come back
Like thousand times before
To sink in my heavy darkness ;
In mud ; like overwintering frogs ,
And see you in your incredible haze ,
Blasting , get higher gaily , out of the impossible limits of reason
Till your eyes trammel in my eyes for a time
Like thousand times before ,
And question passes in your mind ,
And your lips murmurs in baffler common-sensical
A very very far answer .
O my flower .. my beauty curse
If you could only know what pain inside this mud ,
If you could only understand its heavy bearing and weakness
If you saw your hands is fog ,
Your heart is fog ,
Your soul is fog .
If you saw the night in your eyes a gate of a crushed city by thousand armies ,
And saw your little heart in the fallen streets distributed on the horses shoes and
hawks beaks ;
You would cry .. as I surely did .
And fail .. like thousand times I failed
To hang with a tiny , tiny smile ..
In the meeting time .
And leave .. like thousand times I left ,
Without your heart trembling and ask you to stay .
And ramble .. Like thousand times I rambled , from the capture of the words ,
In our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation
To dream of sleeping on my hands .
O my beauty .. we will meet again
Like thousand times .. we will meet again ;
Beauty and her ugly beast .
Mincing morning smile
Involved in our prolonged , repeated , possible conversation ..
Running away from the spears of direct feelings ;
As a curse brought your heart down ,
From its incredible haze .
As a curse brought my heart up ,
From its heavy mud .
As a curse wondering every night by the evening
Collecting the hearts from the horses shoes and hawks beaks ,
And give them .. some soul .
Copyright © Mohammed Abd-Elhay | Year Posted 2008
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Mohammed Abd-Elhay Poem
O Girl,
They are telling me about regret.
My spices that reek in my kitchen locker;
My friends smell it in my shirt but never see it on my lips.
The praying mark on my forehead is a lonely pigeon
In the nest at the doors of my stupendous grotto, watching the sky .. 1
Wandering its strange sight in the daylight,
In the blue dome, in the heavy clouds,
In a mountain top hiding the horizon.
A lonely pigeon in the nest at the doors of my stupendous grotto,
Looks for once to the laurel darkness,
Then flies to the tip of whiteness
And vanishes in the horizon.
O Girl,
They are telling me about regret.
The people in my small phone index are a rainy forest;
Its branches with the wide leaves, at the morning, keeps us from rain;
At noon is a shield from winds and being hunted;
At night is a clamber for every passing suspicion.
O Girl,
They are telling me about regret.
My formal white robe on my fixed arm is a new road
By which I pass through, filled with hope at the head of every new year
By the side of the road. Tents are already fixed
With its Gypsy wandering and the hands are the stranger's destination
Stigmatized; they derail the extreme loads on his back
And roll the wine, time after time, in his mind, till he was covered by dusk. 2
At the morning he opens his eyes "THE END OF THE ROAD",
And clears out his bags afraid "THERE ARE NO EXCUSES",
In the medicine book "NO PRESCRIPTION .. NO CURE".
And I always get back to the road, step on the emptiness,
And from the shallow side of my broken arm, the robe goes down.
O Girl,
They are telling me about regret.
My spices that reek in my kitchen locker.
My friends smell it in my shirt but never see it on my lips.
The bird that I once gifted you, came back --
His thin bones now at the eyes of guests is the dinner's destination. And the
people at the door of my old grave are twaddling and telling me, unbored, about
the exploits of regret ....
Forewarning me from the departure
And silence
And hope,
Without seeing the worms on my corpse as sheets --
Sheets of bitterness and pain.
Copyright © Mohammed Abd-Elhay | Year Posted 2008
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Mohammed Abd-Elhay Poem
And this is how what dies ,dies
And what passes , passes
And what fades , fades under the layers of dust
And you ask
And I never answer
And ants carry forests to the tiny tunnels
And birds migrate to the fare shores
And stormes hit the shores
And sands drown an ancient village
And locustes eat what is trying to survive the climatequakes
Do you feel bored of the sea noises
Or the shameless clouds
How fierce are the windows of the night
And through its narrow panes , the nocturnal wind sneaks like a grayish song
Shaking the sheets of bed with bitterness
And cold is a scare on the noses
Gets blue in the frozen delicate finger-tips
And the trempling of the hearts
And you ask
And I got confused with the answer ,silent ,
And , silent , I melt in the roads .
Written & translated from arabic by Mido
Copyright © Mohammed Abd-Elhay | Year Posted 2007
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Mohammed Abd-Elhay Poem
No words
,I know ,
Would fulfill this part ;
How hard it is
To lose
, or keep ,
A heart .
How dangerous , my kid ,
To cross the mad highway of life
Without a hand
Of a real , caring friend
And how does it worth it ;
To go on fare with such a life of shed
If we let go the dreams we love
And just hanged with the gains we can get
That is how no words ,
No roads ,
No dreams …
Would, now , keep on the look of how does it seems
As there is no more chance ,
As there is no farther you ,
And knowing no shame in ware and love ;
I merely wanted your heart to know .
Copyright © Mohammed Abd-Elhay | Year Posted 2008
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Mohammed Abd-Elhay Poem
Your eyes have slept my little town
And all the windows in every corner have been shut
And our roads led us all
To the Syrate , all alone
And people fall , like butterflies , into hell .. Silent
Or continue the way that garnished by the sorrow of years
Hopelessly
Copyright © Mohammed Abd-Elhay | Year Posted 2008
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