Short Syrian Poems

Invisible ink flows
Into the night ghosts go
The cedars bleed once more...

Read More

Suffering of Yemen children
Raping pleasures in the Congo
Syrian war of super powers games
Iranian games with nukes...

Read More

Dvornikov & Putin have a plan
To destroy every body they can
It is their thesis
That bits and pieces
Swept Syrian War Crimes spick-and-span...

Read More

Obama drew his mighty line in the sand
Dare ye not to cross me

Assad replied in kind
Gassing thousands and laughing

A little Syrian boy has drowned
Siblings to weak to cross that mighty line

Salvation was the evasive dream
Father shall never escape the nightmares...

Read More

I liked to be quiet,
In a white ferry, between Brittany and England,
Quietness is a precious diamond
To offer to a new girl, or a cat,
I like to be quiet, everywhere,
In a Syrian garden, when the sun freeze the time,
I like stillness of grass in the city,
Il like to be quiet, now and here,
Like a summer road in the desert,
Asking for nothing more, that the buzz
Of a bee, or the gasp of a summer wind....

Read More

Funny
No longer 
Seems as funny
When
Syrian
Tax 
Dollar money

Purchased by the power
Of social media
  
Reigns down from a sky
Where children die
And dreams are bled
On broken crying parents beds 

Funny's just is not 
Funny
When it revolves around money

In this cynical old world
Where countless masses
Syrian
Tax
Money

Begs the question
Who is the real dummy
And where is this poor child's
Cold laid out Mummy...

Read More

How fast life goes! How slow we feel! 
When someone dear leaves us for real.
How hard it gets! How tough the deal! 
If they're sublime and have ideals. 
They pay so much and beat ordeals.
Their names spread and shake regimes.
They shine so bright and join sunbeams.
They soar so high no one can reach.
They speak a tongue no one can teach.
Such is Sarout, a martyred icon; 
A free Syria on the horizon. 

11/06/2019...

Read More

Weeping Webbed World
(Apropos of a Syrian Nightmare) 

Affronts to humanity streak the skies
Like once perched war eagles
Soaring over communities of prey
Where the lingering smell of death
Is as normal as the scent flowers once had.

A grieving webbed world in abject apathy
Awaits the cesarean births of hope and peace—
Hope and peace laboring on the delivery table of life.
Will they too, become miscarriage siblings?...

Read More

Mired in the worst humanitarian crisis 
Syrian refugees seek shelter from ISIS
Cries are heard throughout our nations 
Governors set up SWAT Team Stations

"Why put us in danger?" the signs reflect
People ravished in lines with little effect
No matter how torn nor hungry ye be
Ye shall not live in the Home of the Free!

For now they all wait seeking shelter and food
Their tomorrow depends on America's Mood!

12/6/15...

Read More

A ceremony of fearful falcons 
Scattered like a school of frightened fish 
Their crooked wings scissored the soaring Syrian sun into slivers, 
Blissfully beating down the silver streaks that crowned the heads of cherished Bedouin elders 

They wept as they carried canopies of remembrance 
Every parched pore draped, like languishing lotuses, in anguish 
To honor their hallowed hero, Hussein  
On the ruinous road to Karbala...

Read More

Simeon the Syrian
born in 390
carried to extreme
self-denial and mortification. 
For thirty seven years
he resided atop a six foot wide pillar
seeking redemption, 
giving advice to peers,  
and preaching the word.
From about ten feet high
to seventy feet,
new pillars stood closer to God.
His legacy carried on to 1900 AD
as new martyrs came forth 
to continue his word.

*From Greek “Stylos” meaning Pillar
© Apr 10 2010...

Read More

In a Farah-way Syrian sea
swims this sweet Arabian wonder,
in a golden garden grows this sweet pea
That shines, soars and sings…no blunder

In a Farah-way Syrian garden
croons this blue Arabian bird,
She’s got rhymes and rhapsodies-laden
poems that thrill the sun, stars and songbirds

From a Farah-way Syrian street
She writes, wooing wealthy words.
In the gentle arms of nature she sits,
writing with a pen that’s sealed with golden cords...

Read More

An Englishman 
A Scotsman 
And an Irishman 
Go into a Bar

Great

Nice to see them getting along and having a drink

A Jew
And a Muslim
And a Catholic 
Go into a Café 

Fantastic

Nice to see them eating together 

An American 
And a Mexican
Meet to discuss building a wall

Over the border

A RussIan 
And a Syrian
Meet for Coffee

And all hell breaks loose

Something's change 
Something's don't 
Depends on the people at the meeting...

Read More