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Bassam Yassin Poem
In my country,
Seeing smoky sky
Is nothing,
But Killing kids kills
Me everyday, every minute
Every second,
No matter with
Thundering bullets
Or lightening rockets;
It is being our daily habit
No more choices:
To die or but to die
Silently without even a whispered Cry,
Or a small bit of a registered grave;
It is happening now just in my country!
Copyright © Bassam Yassin | Year Posted 2012
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Bassam Yassin Poem
Everyday
I get up at eight
With hope after hope
Live those lovely moments
Of Spring time mornings
To start a new mindful day
And leave:
The feeling of her eyelash movements in my mind
The fact of true passion emerging beside
The first letter of the word we have defined
And the freedom of our white clouds driven by wind
And at night, the first moment of every night,
I slip deep through the fragrance of my room
Without any will to light up another candle!
But today
I woke up too late
With hope against hope
Facing this heavy moment
Of an Autumnal morning
To end an old mindless day
And wait:
The feeling of her eye shadow reflections in my mind
The fact of true imaginations left behind
The last letter of a word we had declined
And a broken grey cloud driven by wind
And at night, the last moment of this night
I slip deep through the darkness of my room
Without any will to light up another candle!
Copyright © Bassam Yassin | Year Posted 2006
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Bassam Yassin Poem
Reading the word " female"
Confuses me happily
Like a drug of medicine;
However, could " male "
Confuse her simply
Just like a vision!?
Copyright © Bassam Yassin | Year Posted 2005
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Bassam Yassin Poem
As an ancient Heavenly stream of life
Emerged to be under the sun,
Embracing our Earthly Eden
Where no Forbidden Fruit;
What made you gazing like a stranger
Of no past registered in history!?
Oh Euphrates! Could not ye remember:
That day when I was too young,
Beneath your tree of Passion,
With melodies of nightingale's lute,
You taught me an endless song:
Songs of Love
Songs of Liberty!
That midsummer's night and day,
When I was with Emily and Langston,
In the face of the sun, upon your mossy stone;
We were able to jump and giggle:
Swimming in Love
Swimming in Liberty!
This black-devilish day of no time, no sun,
Or even a bit of a dead moon,
Where the sky is full of gloomy tears
Drizzled from heaven,
Streaming upon the land of no Garden,
Streaming in vain from Winter to Fall,
Upon the graves of no one died,
Upon the graves of no register,
Behind a bush of forbidden fruit,
I am alone crying in whisper!
Crying the loss of all
Kinds of Love
Kinds of Liberty!
Could you, Euphrates, remember!!?
Copyright © Bassam Yassin | Year Posted 2005
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In a wintry-like night,
When I go beyond my life
And moments of being motionless,
I lie down beside,
Drinking tea with my wife,
Just to get rid of Idleness!
Copyright © Bassam Yassin | Year Posted 2005
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