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Best Poems Written by Khedher Mouwahed

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Dust and Fire

Standing naked …

above silent buildings ,silent with a smile …
riding soft and smooth rhythm(non usually played in his time)
behind him stands the well-famous small stormy desk ,
deep bottomless bed, pair of shoes, briefcase and a clock on top .

Deception, ignorance, duty and doom filling room,
In everything and in nowhere, in cement and bricks,
Making walls, streets, cars, wires; dressing in grey and bathed in dust
Fed by sweat and blood, from dawn till dusk …

Standing naked …

Filling oneself, dressing one's skin  …
Caressed with saline breeze of distant sea …
arrived at that timeless moment, did not ask in
drawing on dust shapes of you and me

Under the blue breeze I set a fire
none would stop the flame's desire
to break free, to born as  new
Humans aren't made of dust,rather,
of fire. Demons too

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It Seemed To Be

It seemed to me once 
that I told my self : how much I love you 
that I held your hands how warmly I felt 
that I loocked into your eyes , how weakly I melt 
and that I made all those poems just for you 
how they were close to me , so true 


It seemed to me once that you smiled to me 
how beautiful you were 
that I'm the strongest man , as long as you show me your care 
It seemed to me once when I was carrying you home that you were the one 
that we sit together hoping of our future, our daughter and our son 
It seemed to me once that you left me, you went behind my back , I didn't have a plan   

It seemed to me once that I saw you with another, how could you disremember ? 
It seemed to me once that I listened to that banned music of me n you 
how much I needed you 
It seems to me now, that it has been a long time ago, how am i addicted to remember!! 
it seems to me now that we accidently meet, how strangers we look like ! 
, that love and destiny are two friends of opposite sides 

It seems to me now, that it seemed to you once, that you must end it, how it was easy for you to do ?? 
It seems to me now, that you're nothing more than it seemed to me once that I told my self how much I love you !!!

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Land, Freedom,National Dignity

this poem is about an assasination of a political leader in my country 'Tunisia'
may he rest in peace


From circles of spoon hiding honey in your cafe cream skin
rise the smell of workers,bees and caffeine ...
From the bread of  golden wheat,humming:our LAND is fertile
rise your sunny morning smile ...
 
FREEDOM is your will to cross the street
riding the blue morning wind...red roses grow under your feet
who  has never seen a clear sky,never let the doves on their own,
who has not seen you,dump his face in the dirt like sheep do
 
I have seen wolves hiding among sheep that day
Cowardice in both is the one who kill you
NATIONAL DIGNITY: I cry on crows to go away
your body left to feed the earth, never saying Adieu
 
I don't believe in gods, neither shepherd's rule
their justice is soaked with blood and wool
when all sheep learn that there's no difference between
the shepherd and the wolf : they will learn also
the LAND, FREEDOM, and NATIONAL DIGNITY.

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An Answer

To You, I’d used to address my man covered with grime 
  
Poetry was space of style and dressing that I fill 
  
Panicked, incapable, feared loosing rhymes 
  
I thought once: my language of filling fell ill 
   
    
Even now as I’m struggling to unclothe You, I’m still wrong 
  
With more confusion, madness I dress you like a spruce 
  
Well, I have a first why (readers) added to your hurried Whys 
  
I’m confused and nothing can ease me like rhymes 
  
Why I keep writing, if I still can’t say who I’ am? ain’t that an abuse? 
  
Well, there is always place for questions and I have the all night long 
  
    
Questions are human’s one n only answer: don’t know. 
  
All answers are just veiled questions. Time’s up for covers to blow 
  
Time to be free of answers, no more questions to conceal 
  
Only questions can turn out truth: new answer? Misguided again, I feel 
  
      
Watch the oceans, winds and desert, in silence life goes on 
  
Watch whales, birds, and ants with no answers at all 
  
Speaking to life with life not with foolish words 
  
Life can’t be judged by the language of best and worst 
  
      
Yes, the oceans told me that life wasn’t written in a book 
  
Nor sang in a song or pictured in a film because life was alive 
  
Life wasn’t death to talk about with known pain to brook 
  
Life was alive speaking to us like sun : inviting roses to thrive 
    
  
Why? Why Should I wake few hours later, living meanings of life? 
  
Why shouldn’t I go: swim with whales, work with ants n fly with birds 
  
Why should I take a picture from an angle which never recreates life? 
  
Why, should I learn languages, while I could be part of the picture, speaking language of worlds? 
      
  
if I could speak life, I wouldn’t fear loosing rhymes! Or needed to address you my man 
  
Because I’ll be you and you’ll be me, I won’t need stupid words anymore 
  
No poetry, no descriptions, no judgment, no ‘wisdom’, no answers 
  
Only love of life, love that can never be expressed or released with pen 
  
  
All those questions I posed were only first mumbles, I guess 
  
Tomorrow, I’ll pose no more questions, I’ll simply say to life ‘yes’ 
  
Then I’ll speak life like birds n ants, celebrating life is the only thing to remember 
  
Only then, I can speak life, shouting not mumbling and knowing for sure that my saying(this last one) is answer!!!!

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Once Upon a Time In Zigzigland

I was only 48 days old
part of my mother then
when I knew about
what happened to ZigZigland

I felt it ,I was a part of it
I loved it much more again
when I couldn't read yet
while I've known it's place beforehand

If you believed in haven
ZigZigland was a part of it on earth
It was the kingdom of all human beings
the mankind's place of birth

The father, mother and
children were all living there
Story of happy family
the glory of  endless welfare.
 
Until they came out from
the middle of nowhere, 
they fell downfrom devil's nest
father died fighting, the mother
starved feeding her youngs
blood of her breasts

They walked around destroying
burning the haven all the way down to hell
the children left their home
that was so sad for a farewell

Those creepy creatures stole
history, land, the Name
looked to the world victims,homeless
The world was blinded with fear, what a shame

They'll come for you if you speak out
eat you up and throw your bones
and the'll come back after all,lay down
beside you with their bloodied hand on your gravestone

whispering in the dark: Say it !!!
One word and you'll rest  in peace
give in their Justice : Peace
they're talking about in the middle east

Hope you stand there and roar
Land is for it's people, for all mankind
It can't be stolen, ask her and she'll
answer who she is,Just bear it in your mind

So, when they ask you again who you are
look down deep to your spine
answer them,surely the true answer:
I'M FROM PALESTINE

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Narcissus Is Narcissus No Way Out

Narcissus … 
Why poor Narcissus is Narcissus? 
Narcissus is the only speaker, 
The good one n only listener 
Invited to invent words 
To make sense and justify world 
Speaking to himself, Narcissus plays 
Time, truth, Narcissus goes in all ways 
Narcissus was damned, ate from the forbidden apple 
Narcissus is Narcissus, made of seduction 
From which the cancer grew and the memory was lost 
his mind is the cancer,thereby everything has become a question 
  
If mind is cancer, seduction is curse then full knowledge shall be the cure 
But Narcissus is human, only gods know for sure 
Victorious cancer stands alone, feeding selfishness that can never cease 
Here in building rockets or walking on moon, that love grows and increase 
One day , Narcissus came  by a stream, stunned by his reflection 
Seduction has been always his fate, for which  will always bend 
Gods as well, creating and thinking make them  with Narcissus in one hand 
All Forgetting that in solitude mind  is the major deception 
admiring himself more and more 
nothing to do but being Narcissus the poor 
Narcissus plunged in water, no one saw him again 
That was the sad story of eternal madness in vain : 
‘Narcissus never begins, never ends 
Narcissus is  Narcissus, never understands’