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Mohamed Mansouri Poem
My Love Is a Palm-Tree
Who’s she?
A palm-tree lofty head to which the morning sun
first pays homage
before it falls
on earthly faces;
Who’s she?
A palm-tree shapely bosom where overnight dew
into manna grows;
Who’s she?
Twain palm-tree open palms
grace-fully fanned
for a homely hug;
Who’s she?
A palm-tree whose sweetest freshest sap
quenches my sirocco thirst;
Who’s she?
A palm-tree to whose sight
I owe my seeing;
A palm-tree to whose parts
I owe my all.
Tozeur, January 2002
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Mohamed Mansouri Poem
“What’s One?”
Guru of algebra: One is One.
Suffrage agitator: One is vote.
Labour party leader: “Claps” is ONE.
Conservative party leader: ONE is “claps”.
Egalitarian: One is ANY.
Sociologist: One is many.
Psychiatrist: One is hidden.
Philosopher: One is what.
Brother polygamist: One is a quarter.
Dictator: 1 is I.
Home Office Minister: ONE is who.
Poet: two are halves of one.
Tunis, March 2010
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Mohamed Mansouri Poem
A Question to La Fontaine
Was the ant free from debt to the cicada?
If she could live to work without a song,
Then her life was hardly worth living;
And let her gather to eat,
And eat to die.
If, on the other head,
She only garnered better
And the more provisions made
Because he sang to the world,
and her,
On his grass-blade,
Then the more to him she owed,
As part of her harvest
Was his
Who, too, had sowed.
Tunis, 2000
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Mohamed Mansouri Poem
LANDING
Big Brother's eye
beyond the sky
Saw it not sneak nigh,
round valley and hill,
gripping necks at will;
No Global Hawk, Predator,
Brigadier, Mirador,
nor fortress and tower high
Could site it here or there,
abridging lives to spare.
And as providers
keep a busy head
on their insecure daily bread,
even as they watch
in dread for the toll
on the new day's scroll;
And as the white angels contend,
with the Reaper's octopus hand,
And as old earth has to brace
For the Reaper's hasty pace,
Behold the mighty potentates
Of every creed,
of all Palace and House,
of every rank and race
Now kneel before Great Leveller Covid
and, on their clayey knees, plead
with him to spare their crown or mace.
Mohamed Mansouri
Tunis (Tunisia), on 14 April 2020
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Mohamed Mansouri Poem
My Love Is a Palm Tree
My Love Is a Palm-Tree
Who’s she?
A palm-tree lofty head to which the morning sun
first pays homage
before it falls
on earthly faces;
Who’s she?
A palm-tree shapely bosom where overnight dew
into manna grows;
Who’s she?
Twain palm-tree open palms
grace-fully fanned
for a homely hug;
Who’s she?
A palm-tree whose sweetest freshest sap
quenches my sirocco thirst;
Who’s she?
A palm-tree to whose sight
I owe my seeing;
A palm-tree to whose parts
I owe my all.
Tozeur, January 2002
Copyright © Mohamed Mansouri | Year Posted 2020
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