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Marie, Matthew, Max, Michael, Mitch, Moonbee, Nathan, Nick, Nikko, Paula,
P.D., Phyllis, Ralph, Raul, Ravindra, Rhoda, Robb, Robert, Rueben, Samir, Sara
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Wilma and Virginia, Travis, Tirzah, Tim, Tavarus, Stephanie, Sharon, Sheol, Sean, 
Sara, Samir, Rueben, Robert, Robb, Rhoda, Ravindra, Raul, Ralph, Phyllis, P.D,
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Joyce, Grace, Gert, Gerard, Gareth, Frank, Francine, Farah, Faleshia, Emily, Elaine,
Highlander, Dr. Ram, Doris, Diamond, Deb, David, Daver, Danielle, Daniel,
Dane Ann, Chris, Constance, Connie, Charles, Celene, Cecil, Catie, Caryl,
Carrie, Carolyn, Caroline, Carol, Brian, Barbara, Audrey, Andrew, Amy and 
Adeleke

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The Green Checkered Face

I take firm grasp of the handle
My goal reflected in the steel of the knife,
I put the knife to its green face
Its' checkered skin;

I flex my bicep, grimace with thirst
I remember the day’s troubles, 
The day’s triumphs, And I cut
The blade breaks the rough surface
Shatters the smooth oval,
And sinks deep into the soft redness beneath
Juice flows over my hands, and I forget my thoughts,
I reach in and take firm grasp of its heart
I wrench it out with red dripping fingers
Slobbering it into my mouth
The sweetness of the watermelon sends my heart racing with joy
And I reminisce that I had forgotten the plate.


P.S, for those who may not know, the sweetest part of the watermelon is the heart (hence 
reaching for the heart)


© Samir Georges
2010

samirfoodhappinessheartheartfree verse

Goodnight I Said, As I Tucked My Secrets To Bed

The world slumbers past the rise of the moon
And the mist of dark creeps upon Us like a blanket of shadow,
Crawling from the farthest horizon

As the world falls under the mist
Mortal genies crawl out of the cracks in the earth
And one by one they eavesdrop on our dreams
One by one they hoard our secrets
Star-crossed lovers and dusk veiled bandits,
And as dawn wills itself to rise
The mortal genies take their well kept secrets
And scurry into their cracks in the earth
Ready to rise in the morning amongst the rest of men,

As the mist of dark fades away and recedes to the horizon
And the moon stretches back to its eternal bed
The sun greets it with a knowing smile
And the Moon replies of mortal men:
“Alas, if only keeping secrets from Us 
Were as easy as keeping their secrets from one another”

© Samir Georges
2010

samirpeoplesocialworlddarkdarkmoonfree verse

Oh Sweet, Sweet Dew

A bed of grass is so mundane
It sways in the winds as the most fickle of things
And yields to the foot of man and beast and bug
It is mowed and sowed on the whim of men
And as i stretch upon this brittle mattress
I am dazzled by the floating skies, the whistling breeze, and my comforting memories
And not this dreary bed of grass

And so love, to me, is like the sweet dew of the morning green
As I lay back upon this nestling bed of grass
It wraps my weary spine in a cool, welcome embrace
And I think not of the dull blue sky, the incessant breeze or my nagging memories
Instead I think how the dampness seeps into my back
And how the cool bed of grass spreads shivers to my every ache
And I breathe a sigh of relief,
All because of this sweet dew on the morning green


© Samir Georges
2010

samirlovesweetmorningsweetfree verse

The Monster Without Purpose

A mountain of grounded rock reaching to the skies
A rabbit burying into a whole
A pig building a house of straw
Why, concrete little pig, brick and sweat
A tree, untrimmed and ungainly
Buzzing insects, foaming with diseases and the chance of death
A mound of sand
A sand castle
A poor sign of engineering
Yet fit for a queen
Build straight pathways, not curving halls little ant
Your purpose is there, it s your efficiency that is in question
Take note from the concrete, the velvet and the vibrating
The ironman working the ironworks in the ironmine
Purpose, purpose, purpose
He earns her iron dollar
They raise their iron children
Time rusts their flawed iron hearts
The silver tongued king rules his copper minded people
The golden patience of time rules the silver tongued king
The velvet soft lover wrestles with the friction of passion
The ninety nine year old Nazi is killed for his crimes
The copper minded populace cheers
Some shed fake diamond tears
And we spin our web of lies
Our empire of cobwebs, time formed truths
Threatened by the subtle breeze of our patient host
True diamond patience of Earth

So the philosopher asks
Riddles with himself
Earth hast no purpose but to be
And to be without purpose is not our way
Yet we unfurl our carpet in its chambers of torrents
And build our houses of straw, and build our mountains of steel
And we expect to persevere
So this purposeless world
Moulded of chance and mutation
It sits by, without reasons to impede
It sits by, as time hammers at its walls, a purposeless measure, the ticking of a clock
The clock ticks, yet the batteries have long passed, the maker long dead
Still we build; a raging force in the calm of chaos
The solidarity of this fortress called earth, the permanence of its chaos
Is challenged by a rusty blade
The blade rises against the mountain, no eyes to see the foolishness of its act
Its precise slashes chipping away at the uneven granite

The blade chips, the dead clock ticks
The mountain sits

© Samir Georges 2009

samirimaginationnaturepeoplephilosophytimesilverfree verse

Mechanical Man

My Mechanical Man
Where have you been?
All alone was I in this desolace
But you left me knowing my need
My Mechanical Man
You come back now when it is over
You ask me if I have learned
My Mechanical Man
How I’ve missed your steel
Your jaded look
Your emotionless face
How you absorbed all my distress
Without leaving like all the others
My Mechanical Man
How I’ve missed your fake smile
Your silent laugh
Your gleaming stare
How you shrug off everything
Yet never fail and always prevail
My Mechanical Man
You left when I fell
Your unspoken words said it all
Too many times have I fallen
Your unmovable hand tired so
But now you are back for more
My Mechanical Man
How so deep you are
Yet so shallow
How you absorb so much
Yet reflect it back
I learn today how it is and how it was
How it should be and how you are
Your love to me is undying
Because nothing of existence can cease to exist
My Mechanical Man
Your cold steel by my side is all my warmth
Your reflection of darkness is all my light
Your expression of simplicity is all my depth
Your lack of passion drives me forward
Your emptiness completes me
My Mechanical Man
My Mechanical Soul

© Samir Georges
2004

samirdedicationfriendshiphopeimaginationinspirationalfree verse

The Gleaming Crow, a Treasure Before Her Eyes

The gleaming crow, a treasure before her eyes
Her flirtatious wings dripping out behind her
Like lush curtains they swayed in the wind
Her coiled claws, held to her chest, scraped one another
She cawed to him
I love you I love you
His fragmented eyes looked back
The not yet dried glue dripping from their edges

He said to her
This wounded stallion
The lasso tight around his thick neck
His once free main weighted down
He said to her
I loved what you stole, what you cannot replace

She looked at him, he saw himself in her gaze, the stallion
He saw himself in the blood beneath him
Its shimmers cried betrayal
He saw himself
His shriveled form, his broken eyes
She said to him
You will learn to love me more

He looked at her, she looked at him
She saw herself in the waters of her toil
She saw her beauty, the beauty he must see
He looked at her, her inky talons plotting their mischief
He said to her
I am not yours to claim, you took my world, I am no more

I will rebuild your world
She said
With my hand
He heard claw
He stood above the red waters
He remembered the rubble of his old home, the walls he had built
She had torn them down and claimed him, his wings clipped
She loved him when he flew
He was no more
Soon she would learn what he has lost
She would lose what he cannot
Her need
They always do
All of them

© Samir Georges
2009

samirpeoplephilosophylovefree verse

Genie

One night a genie came to me

And of reality he set me free.




© Samir Georges
2010

samirfantasyfree verse

Sand Castle

As my country was bombed and I lifted away into the skies
I looked back and promised myself
I would not forget this house of sand in these times of rain

© Samir Georges
2009

samirdedicationhopewarfree verse

Whirlpool of Fate, Siren Grasp of Quicksand

I forget what form of poetry this is (wrote it for English class a while back.)


Swallow within your own, Panic!
Wriggling in its strong grasp, Suffering!
Subdued beneath its murk, Frantic!
Twitching weakly with hope, Flickering!...

Peacefully captive lost soul, Unspoken…
Recalling events long past, Ebbing…
Neglected feelings pour out, Broken  .


© Samir Georges
2007

samirintrospectionlifei do not know?

A Wise Death

One day I chanced to walk by a spirit of a dead man,
And he looked unto me with wizened eyes
And he asked "Child, what is life to you, this darkness and this light?"
And to him I said:

We rise into the light when we are born -
 - And we fall into the dark when we die.

And to that he shook his head and clucked his tongue
And said this ethereal to me:

We are thrown into the light at birth - 
 - And we are shoved into the dark at death.

And so left me this dead man, left me wiser than my smooth unwrinkled face would show.


© Samir Georges
2010

samirlifemelightdarkdarklightfree verse

Chasing, Racing

The child ran
Monsters chasing, always racing

The child is running
      Crying and running
And behind him came chasing
Abandoned dreams
Nightmares of regret:
       Monsters.


© Samir Georges
2010

samirconfusiondepressionintrospectionlifelossfree verse

I Love You Because...

You make this quest
This mission to muddle fruitless words together
This question that riddles my soul
Meaningless

© Samir Georges
2010

Possible entry into the I love you because contest....

samirlovei love youfree verse

The Sword, the Shield and the Heart.

The land of white
Home of Ahiram your ancient king
You, who grows cedars in her back yard
You, who raised millions of children
Whether they did you harm
Or left you blind
Your door was always open, and your yard was always green
Loubnan, you are not my country
You are not a landscape of cedars and mountains
You
You are a patch of soil
The same patch
The one beneath my face when I fell
When the taste of blood trickled down my throat
But always a drop escaped, and landed on your rugged surface
Your tested and scarred surface
And when I sweat, of toil and pain
When I run from your invaders
My sweat trickles into my lips
And I taste the pain I endure
And always
A drop escapes
And on your cheek it lands
That rugged surface of root ridden soil
But you do not wipe your cheek of my blood and sweat
With it
You build us mountains
Crystal white beacons of your fortitude
With it
You grow us cedars
Vivid green emblems of your prosperity
And when your foe would bring his fist and thunder
Crush your mountains and burn your trees
Always, whether we ran
Left you alone and blind
Or stood, made you hopeful and proud
Always of our sweat and blood
You made us roses
Roses to place on our dead
The dead we burry under the shade of your Cedars
Under the protection of your Mountains
My Loubnan
My patch of soil

You are still not my country
No
Because my country is not a patch of soil
Not without someone to work it
A farmer to work your land
Not without your people to stand proud with you
My country
Is nothing without her children
Without her fruit
Without her cedars and mountains
Her running rivers, the tears she sheds at our turmoil
But whether fists come crashing down on us
Or thunder shatters our hopes
We will always work the land that raised us
We will always be One country
One nation
Of mountains and cedars
Of hope and pride
We will always be
Loubnan

Oh, if only fiction was as real as hope

© Samir Georges
2009

samirpoliticalsocialworkmountainsworkfree verse

Lady

I came upon a regal maiden
Draped in a pinkish hew of light,
She sat nestled in a bed of auburn hair
Checkered and entwined with lilacs 
Her supple form , raised up on slender elbows
Her body in embrace with the light, chin held high
Like a stone, given away only by her neck
Lifted to the world like a neck awaiting a headsman;

My first fancy was to reach up and take her in my arms
But upon approach
I feared the razor sharp thorns that nestled her
The vipers and the shadows that circled her

So I crept up to this bed of thorns and vipers
To the sound of my shuffling, she looked down upon me with a knowing gaze
And I unrolled my heavy tongue and said to her
"Name me a name, so that I can remember you for who you are"
Then she smiled the smile of a wizened parent
And sang unto my aching form
"I have had many a name,
From the passion of the moment between star-crossed couples,
to the pride of a warrior on his countries soil
From the cradling arms of mothers
And the willful bond of brothers"

And so I knew her for lady love
And I braced the thorns and wrestled the vipers.


© Samir Georges
2010

samirlovemefree verse

Best Samir Poems

First and Last Palindrome!

The Green Checkered Face

Goodnight I Said, As I Tucked My Secrets To Bed

Oh Sweet, Sweet Dew

The Monster Without Purpose

Mechanical Man

The Gleaming Crow, a Treasure Before Her Eyes

Genie

Sand Castle

Whirlpool of Fate, Siren Grasp of Quicksand

A Wise Death

Chasing, Racing

I Love You Because...

The Sword, the Shield and the Heart.

Lady

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