Short Iraqi Poems

... war hawk, stop meddling

       let them be, the Iraqi

don't be buttinski ......

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The dead  woman hugs  a dead child,
The dead child hugs a toy ,
Which has two lives.


Written by :  Amenah Mahmood , Iraqi Poet 
Translated by : Laith Seher...

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IRAQI BLOOD STORM 

helicopters swarm
 red dust like cake flour clings
 panic tastes like bile
 rising crescendo of screams
 sulphur clouds the reasons why...

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There once was a leader called Blair
To the Iraqi war he declared
    Like little lost sheep
    None of his party did weep
Not one was found dead lying there...

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To  whom the sea will complain
  his sorrow?
If  the gulls emigrate.



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Written by : Hussein Al-Dayani   (Iraqi Poet )  
Translated by :Laith Seher...

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The coat
At the time before daybreak, 
I didn’t   know, 
Why did  I remember Gogol?
It was  my body  oozed females . 

The poem by :Nabeel   Al-Jabri  (Iraqi Poet)
Translated by : Laith Seher...

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Freed from scorching Iraqi sands,
Healing was as painfully slow,
As watching cold molasses flow,
While remembering all I know.
But patience rewards its demands,
And I may ever hold your hands.
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My light doesn’t tell the truth"
except in the darkness"
This is my song ,
 during  the republic of your night .
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This Poem  written by : Salman Dawood Mohammed   (Iraqi Poet ) 
Translated by : Laith Seher...

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Night of long knives

Twitter is going nuclear.
PC rules.

Serene Putin
Camara's smile at him
He winks.

Aleppo is ruined
Captive civilians killed
Rebels have gone.

Mosul and ISIS
Iraqi army of quitters 
Behind sand dunes quiver...

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The dead      
 
The dead are refugees 
To an immortal caves,
Hidden in the pockets of the earth,
They are escaping from sins 
 Exhausting by the pain .
We are the dead 
But we are walking. 


  A  poem by : Saad Mohammed Al-Husseen (Iraqi Poet)
Translated by :Laith Seher...

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A child with one leg , 
a child with one arm, 
a child with one eye   
and a child with one lever  were gathering  there ,
near their organs
Which became the fifth child underground  .
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The poem by : Qasim Saoodi(An Iraqi Poet) , translated by :Laith Seher...

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The Iraqi desert was blowing wind
The bullet tore into my heart
My Commander, she had but one arm
She pulled me to the ground
Holding me tight she saw
I would not make the night
So she did what any lover would
She held me tight
Whispered, "soldier I am with you till the end"
My last thought
Was I died in her arm
As her tears drops mixed with mine...

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A Dove
 
We said :What are  all those  feathers ?
When  we walked  for  the funeral of the kid . 
His father raised  his hand ,
 picked up a feather
 and  cried :This is the word "a dove"
He learned  to say since two days. 
we forget to take it out of his mouth .



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The poem by :Maithem Radhi (Iraqi Poet )
Translated by : Laith Seher...

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The Pistol of the Priest

When the world resurrected
from a hanging hole between the thighs.
The body brought  out with  all his animals ,
The priest  brought out , 
carrying a pistol,
 surrounded by the corpses  of the roses, 
and the lamentation of the angels .
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A poem by : Khaled Kheshan (Iraqi Poet)
Translated by : Laith Seher...

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...to the Iraqi conflict


Wooed and wedded with a devil's kiss
the renegades are here, not blessed 
on any heaven's list, nor bedded 
in the womb of common decency.

Men are bleeding, truth and beauty
losing their validity. Legless, heartless, 
headless, mindless stark insanity!

Humanity withers; people are reeling,
dealing their brothers, stealing 
another look over their shoulders, 
trust but a fantasy, justice a dream....

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We are no longer ordinary human beings,
Nine Eleven, The Iraqi War,
and Oil Spills, have turned us into a nation
of survival fiends,
A nation of fighters,
excelling beyond the boundaries that
have been set or the traps that we have
met along the way, from the youngest to the oldest,
We have learned to endure and overcome 
the hand of devastation that the enemies have dealt,
and although they have left their welts upon us,
We stll exist............

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I was haunted all night by your memory
The moon sang its melody all night
At times glowing, at times dimming
The candle of grief flickered all night

A perfume kept changing its garments
A picture kept singing all night
The breeze stealing the scent of roses
Told many enchanting stories of our love

A hope bestowed solace to my heart
A craving agonised me all night
Travelling through the memory lane
I lived and died all night.

Mohammad Yamin Iraqi, Sintra, Portugal 1/10/ 2018...

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