Best Algerian Poems

The bombers began to bleed
their heavy tears of death
from 20,000 feet above the breathless battlefield, 
B-17 Flying Fortress formations
moving with apocalyptic aplomb
the shadows of high metal crosses by the hundreds
rippling along the rugged roman earth
bringing a crescending growl and the blind bomb,
defenders of the Gustav...

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Unquotable quotes: Outsiders and Odd Men – XXVIII

                 for Colin Wilson (1931-1913) 
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Men of cloth
Men of faith
Against all evils, lost hopes
Choose the light and will of the gods

They stay
Where all others flea
They reflect upon lost causes
Yet give of heart and sweat to the poor

They are not brave hearts
They are but kind souls
To the last breathe
Weep not for...

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A week in Spain, the Pyranees, a picturesque drive
from Barcelona, where I had not thought to become the owner
of sanity once more, there, where the command of a
mountain is to Look Up, leave the roiling band of unrest
over airways, TV screens, the front page unquiet
conversation...

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A cosmic river
of boomerang bullets
fired decades ago ripping through
Indian flesh Black bodies 
Vietnamese heads
Lebanese souls and millions more
of assorted uncounted Others each
little lead blob morphing through
ancient mosques and bible belts
Algerian dead ends in Mexican villages 
erased lives scattering through space time
shape shifting as they return...

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Martinique is in our history too
Not just in our blood
Because Josephine seduced him
To make us reap more bitterness
From the ferment of the sugarcane
Martinique was also his home
His native shore
Long before Paris
It was his Algerian door
But why should I tell you this
For it is chronicled
In us...

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i read and hear online the words 
from the other side of the world, 
the bearded angst and deeply rutted face 
of a soul with far, far too much 
sorrow to carry.

my eyes well, as i 
cannot help but too, 
share in the sorrow 
of...

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Unchain my heart from Kabilya
Unchain my heart, my amazigh son

You make me weep

You left to Algiers

And I dare not cry

You are on your way to Rouiba

Oh amazigh son

You awakened my soul

I am your Kahina, my love

I die a thousand deaths each night

Because you are not...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : PART X

IF you pull a long face
For ten straight nights starting today
You bet you'd look like Canada Bernache
Though fat chance like swan in Norway

But if you pull a very very long face
Your rivals might not like it in...

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Alias Adobe Jenson Albertus Aldus here
wed Alexandria (Algerian, an all around
American Typewriter gal) scattershot
with Antiqua ancestry, she told me
after I Aster while Aurora Borealis

shimmered overhead, while temporarily
embarking on long day's
journey into night
("yule Jean," I uttered
for no particular reason,
while taking a knee).

Upon spontaneous spur of moment
(not...

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In Times New Roman, I font
to hitch wagon to a star.

Alias Adobe Jenson Albertus Aldus here
wed Alexandria (Algerian, an all around
American Typewriter gal) scattershot
with Antiqua ancestry, she told me
after I Aster while Aurora Borealis

shimmered overhead, while temporarily
embarking on long day's
journey into night
("yule Jean," I uttered
for...

Continue reading...