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Saleh Ben Saleh Poem
My words might sound to some strange, or my rhymes maybe rough around the edges
I only write what I can arrange, I don’t need to stand on any bridges
sometimes I am not in my right state of mind, all my thoughts are scattered along the ridges
But other times I glow bright like a star, or piece of art, in its fringes
no matter how hard you try, you can’t please people even if your words are riches
What your heart tells you is always right, so don't ignore your pain and look at the stitches
Continue to write what’s on your mind and don’t stop as long as you’re writing hand itches
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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I was never asked to choose a side, it is to fate I must abide. I am the child that war has aged, I am the soul that time has caged.
I am the breeze, lost in a storm, I am that flower whose stem was torn. I am a dream never achieved, I am the innocence that war conceived.
Among the rubble I stand alone, my precious home a pile of stone. Out in the cold without a cover, I starve to death or may recover.
I am the cries and all the screams, I am the victim of corrupt regimes. In every battle or every war, it is my blood they always draw.
I am a bird without his wings, I am the child who lost his limbs. Amidst the fear and all the dread, I am a body amongst the dead.
To every general who wears a star, I am the one who bears the scar. I am the only voice of hope, with all the horror I have to cope.
I am bewildered and feel ashamed, to see serenity within the sane. I am, the child of war.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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My childhood days are hard to forget, of some I have glimpses, but some are carved in my head
I remember my mothers sweet smell, I remember my fathers support when I fell
Life was simple in those days and people had innocence in their gaze
I remember the whispers of the cool summer breeze, in the fields where we played beyond the trees
I remember my childhood mates, friends at school and all their debates
I remember the girl next door, on whom I had a crush long before
That was my first lesson on emotion, which sometimes can be deceiving like the ocean
I did learn things in life first hand and somethings I still don't understand
Those days are now long gone, I sit alone with nothing but my memories
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Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2023
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I sit alone on cold winter nights, thinking of how my life became dreary
Is it something that I had just realised? or is it just another theory?
Am I content with what I have in life? And is life my only query?
There isn’t a year that goes by, without my body slowly growing weary
With age strength is hard to come by, but you do tend to become briery
It is on these pitch black nights, that my thoughts become leery
Even the stars are absent from the skies tonight, so is the moon who is so deary
I do yearn my younger days, but my eyes quickly become teary
Nothing but the good in life counts, the rest is to your soul smeary
Only when day light breaks again, does my mood finally become cheery
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Some wars are fought for wealth and some are fought for greed, in both cases the innocent shall bleed
Some wars are fought out of hatred, others for revenge, whichever the motive, it brings satisfaction in the end
Some wars are fought for hope and some are fought for freedom, for which life is not a high price to pay
Some wars are fought in defence and some are fought for honour, that’s as noble as war can be
In every battle, the enemy guns will rattle, and onto the battlefield the brave ones shall march
War only brings homelessness and destruction, people’s lives are lost in vain
In blood the price of war is paid, only the righteous prevail
It is no secret that all men are mortal, if not for honour, to death I shall not submit.
I shall to my death surrender, only when my time is due
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Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2023
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The Blue tit bird began to sing, he wants to mate it’s almost spring
He does his best to find a nest, it’s up to her to do the rest
He flutters his wings and calls his mate, inviting her in through the gate
The blue tits colours do seem attractive, but she wants to know if his love is active
He only sings all year round, enjoying his attractive sound
His songs are sung just out of worry, he needs to mate before the flurry
In the cold of winter he does not leave, but searches food amongst the leaves
Out of site he will remain, until it’s time to start again
This is the life of the little blue tit, he sometimes relaxes, but he doesn’t quit
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Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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My sweetheart lays asleep in her bed, on a goose feather pillow she had rested her head
Her half naked body wrapped in a white velvet sheet, her face was flushed red from the heat
Her golden tanned skin glowed in the dark, but the bruise on her shoulder had left her a mark
Her sweet sweat glittered as bright as a candle, her long brown hair was drawn back into a bundle
As she slowly turned in her soft double bed, the thought of making love did come to my head
As the white velvet sheet slid to the floor, revealing her nakedness forevermore
She whispered in a soft clear voice, MY LOVE COME TO BED, but the voice in my head, to my lusty dream had put an end
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Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2023
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Old school is no longer appreciated, been made redundant is anticipated
Youngblood’s heart is always on fire, he wishes that old school would soon retire
Youngblood expects to be soon a leader, to take the position he’s all eager
Leadership is not about being right for the role, but rather on how to achieve your goal
Leadership requires wisdom and self-respect and in odd situations how to react
You are dealing with people not with machines, it’s worse than dealing with kids in their teens
Old school's retirement is not yet expected, for his achievements he is highly respected
Young blood is anxiously waiting his turn, old schools position he needs to earn
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By Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2023
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Pretty things forever last in our memory, of these happy moments I’ll give you a summary
A glare of love in my woman’s eyes, so bright and clear without disguise
A happy smile on my child’s face, feeling so proud after winning a race
A feel of contentment in my father’s look, when he is sitting quietly reading a book
My mothers care which I see everywhere, an abundance of love just fills the air
Our neighbours kindness is highly respected, their endless support when we least expect it
A sense of true friendship which is ever so rare, people who stood by me in times of despair
Pretty things are not just what you see with the eye, they are blessings from our true God in the sky
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Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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We were born alone and alone we will die, why are people scared of saying goodbye
Our time is limited, our time is short, why are we worried if we are to abort
Do good in life, be kind to people, show some compassion, show them we are equal
Relinquish your arrogance, embrace your modesty and life will bloom like an apple tree
Try to be a doctor, or an architect, people with knowledge do gain respect
Take life easy, take life slow, when people are happy their skin will glow
You can be a playboy, or a millionaire, without your happiness you’re lost in despair
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2023
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