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Saleh Ben Saleh Poem
My sweet canary just loves to sing,
with his yellow beak and golden wing.
His lovely songs will make you shake,
all other tunes will sound a fake.
But as I sit and think alone,
I feel my heart is made of stone.
My precious bird could be my sin,
I keep his soul well locked within.
For every soul is born so free,
I doubt your mind will disagree.
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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Saleh Ben Saleh Poem
Don’t seek perfection in a world of deception,
a place of test for he and she.
If God intended for man perfection,
no mortal being will disagree.
For every time you feel rejection,
only the truth will set you free.
And when you tread in wrong direction,
your path will lead to misery.
So be alarmed,
request protection,
from every evil in you and me.
Extend your hand and attempt connection,
don't hesitate to make a plea.
For every action that causes friction,
will wear our bond and kill our glee.
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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Saleh Ben Saleh Poem
Flattery lightens the mood
and turns black roses pink,
while hearts get carried away
when love is expressed in ink.
Sweet words when acknowledged
will make your mind blink,
but a pure soul
when duly ignored
in sadness it will sink.
Cheerful the heart would be
enduring its lovers pain,
and gloomy the mood would be
in dreams of sullen rain.
Sometimes the mind is stubborn
and unwilling to obey,
no matter how hard you try
in emptiness it will stay.
Words of love
when truly spoken
will hit you like a dart,
and newly couples
do seek romance
but don't know where to start.
Dust is rather teasey
on days when winds will blow,
and faults in rusty hearts
with time will surely show.
Being an honest person
the truth I always told,
but I only found solace
in hearts of solid gold.
Hard work and perseverance
did make my dreams come true,
but envious friends
without a doubt
would deem the facts untrue.
Plunging into an abyss
shall not resolve my day,
but flashing onto my worthy deeds
will help me find my way.
Today I may prevail
and set my own domain,
but one day I shall regret
good deeds gone in vain.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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There is a beast,
that lives within.
In every man,
promotes a sin.
You hear his whisper,
from deep within.
Inside your brain.
under your skin.
He looks around,
for weakened souls.
To spread his venom,
and take control.
The heart of hell,
his place of stay.
He tempted man,
in every way.
Before you smile,
or even grin.
You must be aware,
of the beast within.
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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Saleh Ben Saleh Poem
I was never asked to choose a side, it is to fate I must abide. I am the child that war has aged, I am the soul that time has caged.
I am the breeze, lost in a storm, I am that flower whose stem was torn. I am a dream never achieved, I am the innocence that war conceived.
Among the rubble I stand alone, my precious home a pile of stone. Out in the cold without a cover, I starve to death or may recover.
I am the cries and all the screams, I am the victim of corrupt regimes. In every battle or every war, it is my blood they always draw.
I am a bird without his wings, I am the child who lost his limbs. Amidst the fear and all the dread, I am a body amongst the dead.
To every general who wears a star, I am the one who bears the scar. I am the only voice of hope, with all the horror I have to cope.
I am bewildered and feel ashamed, to see serenity within the sane. I am, the child of war.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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Saleh Ben Saleh Poem
My words might sound to some strange, or my rhymes maybe rough around the edges
I only write what I can arrange, I don’t need to stand on any bridges
sometimes I am not in my right state of mind, all my thoughts are scattered along the ridges
But other times I glow bright like a star, or piece of art, in its fringes
no matter how hard you try, you can’t please people even if your words are riches
What your heart tells you is always right, so don't ignore your pain and look at the stitches
Continue to write what’s on your mind and don’t stop as long as you’re writing hand itches
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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Saleh Ben Saleh Poem
Our words carry enormous weight,
more than we ever think,
when spoken out will leave a mark not just a trace of ink.
Words empower people,
to some maybe a muse,
but a mighty power lies within some of the words we use.
Life has always shown,
how powerful words can be,
a careless word,
sharp or dull may change reality.
Some words will offer comfort and make you feel alive,
but the magnitude of hurtful words may end a persons life.
Words may bring delight just like the rising sun,
but not from those who lecture people on what they could have done.
And words that are left unsaid create barriers and pain,
but many find a sense of solace in words they had restrained.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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My childhood days are hard to forget, of some I have glimpses, but some are carved in my head
I remember my mothers sweet smell, I remember my fathers support when I fell
Life was simple in those days and people had innocence in their gaze
I remember the whispers of the cool summer breeze, in the fields where we played beyond the trees
I remember my childhood mates, friends at school and all their debates
I remember the girl next door, on whom I had a crush long before
That was my first lesson on emotion, which sometimes can be deceiving like the ocean
I did learn things in life first hand and somethings I still don't understand
Those days are now long gone, I sit alone with nothing but my memories
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2023
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I sit alone on cold winter nights, thinking of how my life became dreary
Is it something that I had just realised? or is it just another theory?
Am I content with what I have in life? And is life my only query?
There isn’t a year that goes by, without my body slowly growing weary
With age strength is hard to come by, but you do tend to become briery
It is on these pitch black nights, that my thoughts become leery
Even the stars are absent from the skies tonight, so is the moon who is so deary
I do yearn my younger days, but my eyes quickly become teary
Nothing but the good in life counts, the rest is to your soul smeary
Only when day light breaks again, does my mood finally become cheery
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2024
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Saleh Ben Saleh Poem
My sweetheart lays asleep in her bed, on a goose feather pillow she had rested her head
Her half naked body wrapped in a white velvet sheet, her face was flushed red from the heat
Her golden tanned skin glowed in the dark, but the bruise on her shoulder had left her a mark
Her sweet sweat glittered as bright as a candle, her long brown hair was drawn back into a bundle
As she slowly turned in her soft double bed, the thought of making love did come to my head
As the white velvet sheet slid to the floor, revealing her nakedness forevermore
She whispered in a soft clear voice, MY LOVE COME TO BED, but the voice in my head, to my lusty dream had put an end
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2023
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