Long Hassan Poems

a cycle in eight parts
with a slightly criminal coda
(quickly recanted)



I - the thing


the thing the thing the thing!

oh the thing

          the thing is IT

  ...

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a cycle in eight parts
with a slightly criminal coda
(quickly recanted)


copyright T.H.A. Hassan,
the ZKH Foundation for Holistic Human Development
18 Mohammad Saleh Street, Dokki, Cairo, EGYPT
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I - the thing


the thing the thing the thing!

oh...

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Black Iraqi Woman
Written by Faleeha Hassan
Translated from the Arabic by William Hutchins
Shortly before my father died, he whispered to me longingly: “Daughter, treasure this, because it authenticates your heritage to our kinsfolk!” When I accepted...

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Professor Henderson did pay no heed to the call of his wife. She shrugged her shoulders as did I. The Professors wife, Abigail, she left the hole with my assistance. We had dug to the...

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(Narrative)


So it was I sat across from this powerful Egyptian who had come to see me. He had been on the '25 expedition with my Mother and Father. That had almost been one year ago....

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The Needle’s House
 Waiting For the Third Time Out
 Arabic Poem by: Salah Hassan *
 Translated into English by:
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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Between me and me there is a civil war!
 It’s my war...

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I felt that I had to write a poem to understand what Frances Inglis must have gone through 
after reading an article by Hassan Suroor by the same name in the papers dated Jan 
29,2010....

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I'll never forget the date, the nineteenth of November
It's etched firmly in my mind, and I'll always remember
It was the day that I had my spinal decompression surgery 
And hopefully it would put an end...

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Logo streets
 Tarek Hassan

I saw in Kathmandu in Nepal

Hand-crafted paintings of the city, aesthetic artistry

She did like him forgot

Suddenly the door sound  memory.

I went to the Indonesian island of buttam

Filled eyes saw, the sea shore

I...

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IRA; a strong idealogic and separatists,
At last surrender to the democratic values,
Over decades, after a long fight to achieve,
Thousand innocents blood on their name.

When a religion has a fight against a religion,
What a person can...

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Today wasn’t a good morning at all for Hassan,
a victual merchant in Baghdad
Thirty four customers got killed by a suicide bomb
A jihadist Arab wearing an explosive vest,
proclaiming to be fighting against the west,
ended up only...

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Nkem was beaten black and white,
She stole tomatoes in the market
When she could not afford to buy one
To make stew for her hungry children.


Not my pot of soup any way
That she was beaten by the...

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Don’t be sad over what you have lost, 
Smile for what you had.
If you inflict pain in every memory, 
Each memory then turns bad.

Just close your eyes and picture them, 
Like the polaroid photo you...

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Hassan harbours hard-worn hardship in his heavy homeless heart

Drones dereliction devastation and dire disintegration of daring dreams

Dear daughter dead at dawn Delisiha demised dismembered decapitated 

Harbingers of hell in heaven heaving with helter-skelter and hatred


Skinny...

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Illuminated city
Tarek Hassan

No one in the darkness of night
That strange bird wings
The town was illuminated,
I was fascinated to see continue make-
For a moment was lost in a dream.

I could see the light of how the...

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The skies become loud and dark
Raining bombs upon us
May god protect the civilians
Take away the rest in rivers red
Let the devils blood flow far from us

We stare always to the skies
Our own tears falling
Thus we...

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I would have sneaked
In from the pores of a net.

I would have wrapped you in a prose
Poem that lacks precision and laid you to sleep
Under the covers of my bed.
Quietly.

So if love was to engulf...

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Windows or Days
Faliha Hassan
Translated by Khaloud Al-Muttalibi


On the demolished days of the south
The windows occupy us
Our narrow windows, like the heads of kings
We, who are delighted with what escaped from this life,
Become trees -it becomes...

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When I wrote in verse
 The prelude of my poem
 I handed you my mind map
 I left my head at your hand
 Tilting back like a line in the sand
 Your heart came over...

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My dear sister from another land
let me take you by your hand

I'll be your compass, your GPS
Navigate you through this wilderness
I'll be your lamp that shines bright
to guide you through this darkness
Please don't fret, you...

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We lingered too the passenger like
awaiting the snake that runs on dike
We sat, hands tied to lower jaw like
Mom waiting for her dour child to spike
For hopefully the rain which  pours like
Husks husked, bowl...

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suddenly the beauty fades
and the masquerade becomes a crimson deluge
somewhere out of nowhere, incoherence reveals her uglier side
the stone soup of badly timed revelation is pure poison
the rocks thrown at my routine dream bloodies the...

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A Talismanic Incantation
By Faleeha   Hassan
Translated by Mahmoud Abbas Masoud
I gathered the pores of my being
And came to perfume them with your own fragrance
Only to discover that you are an oleander -- a rosebay
While...

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If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
    What is Bashar Assad?
  Whose hands are stained red
     from spilling fellow Syrians' blood

  If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
  ...

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Daybreak
Let me unbotton
The scarf of the feelings
Behind your chest
The layers of mirage
That filled you with mist
The fetters around your bosom
And let me try
To break your shield
On the rips of truth
On the lips of the lightening...

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