Two of us on a sixties hippie trip
to see if our gears would slip or mesh
innocent but wary yet wide-eyed
to the Imperial city of Marrakech
she perfumed with patchouli
me I traveled totally tie-dyed
all around was peace and love
we teamed to a tee and seemed
a fit the perfect hand in glove
but not long later it was deemed
as it was commonplace to see
in the medina not strapped for cash
kif from the Rif sellers
in the souk smoking hash
the country lacked law and order
no sooner said than escorted
back to Ceuta across the border
funny now in retrospect but not then
how when we blew out on the Sirocco
tho' we hadn't gone so far as the kasbah or bazaar
were deported without ceremony from Morocco
Categories:
kif, africa, fun, love, moving
Form: Rhyme
Whatever happens I'll always love you
Cheftik bi nhar kanoun
W tala3et bel sama
Elet ya rab lech sayer majnoun
Hayda 7elem aw hayde 7a2i2a
Njoum el sama kella
Saro yebermo 7awalayke
W hadafon bi hal zyara
Ysir ydawo metel 3inayke
Lebnen ya balad albe
Kif m5aba hek raw2a
Jamela malak el denye
W kel el2loub bi 3youna
Abel ma te5la2e
Ken el kon bala me3na
Hala2 bi ma ennik mawjoude
El 3alam le2a amira
Ba3ed ma 7adan stehal 7obik
La2ano ma fi 7adan men moustawa jamelik
Ktir mabsout enne t3arafet 3alayke
La2ennik cha5ess byeswa el jane
5alike mabsouta ya amira
Kermel kel hal denye
De7ektik ya zahra
Bet waze3 kel el ma7abbe
Categories:
kif, first love,
Form: Free verse