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Noura Majbri Poem
A new man's been charged to run this town;
Dressed as a boss, but acting as a clown.
People are split between laughter and frown.
Some look glad; others feel down.
They're, all, in a sinking boat, but who won't drown?
Those brave people who can swim.
Those who, with confidence, brim.
Those who dare tell him
That he is totally dull and dim,
And that they refuse to be judged by his whim.
Hypocrites lack honesty, candidness and felicity.
And this man is even worse.
His running of this city is some sort of curse.
He's poisoned with prejudice and animosity.
So who would trust a snake faking tranquillity?
Why should people wait and hope?
Or force themselves to cope?
Isn't there a chance to leave his scope?
Respectable people should not be left to mope.
They should learn to say "nope".
Copyright © Noura Majbri | Year Posted 2026
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Many, many years ago,
I was told and taught
That helping people is a considerate thought.
But there is something else to know.
Ungrateful people are of a sort
Rewarding generosity with a shattering blow,
And quite happily taking a friend for a foe.
But who would have thought?
It won’t worry them to get me caught
In trouble or fraught
And they are not slow
To show how ignorant they grow.
Now, I really wish to say to this lot
That my opinion of them is very low.
But words keep sticking in my throat.
And I just let things go.
May be one day
Shyness will wear away
And I’ll be able to say
To these people: “Please, go away!”
Copyright © Noura Majbri | Year Posted 2011
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I felt something strange tickling my ear.
I shrugged; then thought it was just the effect of beer.
No, the tickling went on and a white figure did appear.
I shrieked: "Who are you? And why are you here?"
I'm your caring angel. I came to wipe your tear.
Stay away! Don't come so near!
Don't you see me shaking with fear?
Relax! I just want to see you happy in this sphere.
Trust me. I won't be long. I'll soon disappear.
Things have to be set right and made clear.
Bringing your smile back is my reason to interfere.
I looked away wondering: "Isn't this what I want to hear?"
My heart leapt and started to cheer
When a piercing voice crossed my ear:
"Come on, get up! You'll be late, dear!"
Copyright © Noura Majbri | Year Posted 2011
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Haste and haste and haste! What's all this for?
Why don't I slow down to contemplate this shore?
It looks nice and safe. I wonder if it is more.
May be I should stop to discover and explore.
"No, not now," a voice would say to me.
"Never stop, nor slow down to look and see.
Keep going! Time is gold, believe me.
Rush, and keep rushing that's how life should be."
But I'm tired. I can't just go on doing things I abhor.
Life is much more than school, work, and store.
I've missed many treasures in my rush; which I can't ignore.
So, now, no way am I going to miss more!
Copyright © Noura Majbri | Year Posted 2011
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She stood by the window, staring at the sky.
It was pitch black, yet she couldn't understand why.
"What's happened to the stars?" she wondered with a sigh.
No light, no brightness whether far or nearby.
"Oh, God!" she murmured "What does this signify?"
Then realizing the bitter truth, she began to cry.
She'd lost her sight; a fact she couldn't deny.
Now, she had some hardships to defy.
Would she manage? Perhaps. At least she would try.
She looked meditative and her face was wry.
Upon her memories she decided to rely.
Thus, she'd keep the twinkling of the stars in her mind's eye.
Copyright © Noura Majbri | Year Posted 2011
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Nothing can make up for the hurt you get
When you're humiliated or in debt.
It certainly stirs a sour feeling of bitterness and regret
When realizing that trusting people is never a safe bet.
But the solution is not being indignant or upset.
Don't let people injure your vanity.
Or accept their deceit and abuse with alacrity.
What's life without dignity?
It's just a poor, useless soil
That crops nothing however hard you toil.
Don't let despair overwhelm your soul
And lead you to strange impressions.
Your spirit yearns for freedom not control.
So there is no need for concessions.
Just keep dignity as your lifelong goal.
Copyright © Noura Majbri | Year Posted 2026
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How to cope with shams without unveiling their pretences
As their masks of honesty don’t hide their real faces?
They keep feigning virtue and innocence.
But their humbug can’t gain our credence.
They can easily stab us in the back.
And change everything from white to black.
To push us out of the track
And put us on the rack.
Aims are achieved through conspiracy.
Promises are broken through inconstancy.
All is insincerity, deceit and fallacy.
Shame on fakes, symbols of hypocrisy!
Copyright © Noura Majbri | Year Posted 2026
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Everybody’s field is lush except mine.
Wherever I look, I see all sorts of trees nicely grown in line.
In some corners, climbers round trees entwine.
While lovely roses bloom in a pretty design.
Sun flowers in their turn merrily shine.
Who won’t cherish these sights that beautifully combine?
They fill my heart with joy I can’t define.
One day my field will be fertile, too.
The barren ground will turn rich all through.
The hedges will stand proud of what they’ll have got to.
The fruitful trees will greatly contribute to the memorable view.
Everywhere will look colourful and the dream will become true
With an attractive sight my eyes will unconsciously pursue.
Who will possibly miss to notice my new field? Only very few.
Copyright © Noura Majbri | Year Posted 2026
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So many homes are devastated!
So many souls are grieving!
And so much distress is created!
But what are these sick creatures achieving?
Nothing but uncontrollable anger
That will spread like wildfire.
And its effects will linger
As nobody will be able to appease this ire.
Is violence acquired or innate?
Is it a reaction or a trait?
Is it our decision or our fate?
Watch out before it gets too late!
Whatever the basis is, nobody is at ease
With this decimating, psychological disease.
Aggression is spreading everywhere,
Causing anguish, fear and despair.
Where’s our right to peace?
When is this hostility to cease?
Isn’t there an efficient cure
To relieve people of what they have to endure?
There must be a resolution
That peace is the best solution.
Yes, there must be a resolution
That peace is the best solution.
Copyright © Noura Majbri | Year Posted 2026
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Cowards are those who resort to violence.
And cowards are those who hide behind silence.
Violence seekers try to conceal a complex.
And want to show off how their muscles flex.
Silence embracers try to cope with a weakness.
And live in unfathomable bleakness.
Why don’t people act humbly and sensibly
So that others keep their dignity and live happily?
Why do they have to disguise their flaws with arrogance?
And why do the aggressed show a lot of patience?
Both parties are to blame for their cowardice
If not treated respectfully, people should act with competence.
Copyright © Noura Majbri | Year Posted 2026
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