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Atef Atyaoui Poem
Mellifluous is its name,
August and worthy of its fame,
Romantic and idyllic all the same,
Refulgent and bright in the myopic’s eye,
Abstruse to the ignorant mind,
Keen to the witty’s wit.
Ebullient in the face of melancholy
Classic during the day, but
Habitable and hospitable in a humble way.
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The whole world is not enough,
For my overflowing sorrow to engulf.
The firm mountains could not shake,
By the mere quiver of an earthquake.
When my love could in half cleave.
Oh! My plight is too heavy to handle or believe.
My heart burns like an inferno gyre
Consuming itself in endless fire
She says, “your love spills over the brim.”
She’s mistaken ? she thinks, “It’s a whim!”.
I could open my ribcage
And let my heart utter the adage:
“Love is too good to be true,
When it fades away like a drop of dew.”
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Luminous is the flame,
Olympic Games need no fame.
Nations standing by to compete
Dauntless athletes refusing defeat,
Obsession with metals is growing,
Nagging coaches are shouting.
Omission is a threat
Luck is everyone’s bet
Yearning is a drive that keeps,
Pushing all for feats.
Iconic is the city of 2012,
Calling for its trophies to shelve
Summer bodes well for every winner of gold.
© Atef Atyaoui
19/07/2012
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Dogs are a well-reputed breed,
Of loyalty they are fabled.
And once they err, they lose face,
For their pedigree is their referee.
But our dog is a special case
And his upbringing is of a suspicious source.
Fidelity is not one of his attributes
And nastiness is his newly acquired habit.
When our dog committed a felony,
He was summoned to high court.
But he could, even, lie and perjure
And had his own tail to testify!
His sacrilege tainted the consecrated House of Justice
Then found guilty, culpable, and duly accused,
Of such allegations, he received much retribution.
He was condemned, wrong rectified, and case adjourned.
©Atef Atyaoui
04/02/2008
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The beast inside is etherized,
Patiently slumbering in a trance
Hatching conspiracies of dark intent,
Digesting the prospect of a secret break,
Possessed and obsessed in its consuming intrigue.
But the man outside lives happily
And he thinks he keeps his pet securely on leash,
Harmless as a bird, nestling in its cozy nest
Bondage is as a barrack, easily subdued
When the beast is suddenly awake
By its wild instinct to break free
From the life of a spoiled pet
Bored, driven by lurking, insatiable thirst
To quench his need for fresh flesh and warm blood
Neither lash nor rod could hinder him
His eyes zooming in on his target
He starts to rise, run, leap and speed
Like a shooting star licking distance at one strike,
Sniffing time at one sniff.
Taming the wild could last a while,
But stopping its attack would be in vain.
20/04/2012
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I spent my life in total waste,
Waiting for a spark to lead me in the dark.
Yet, it’s a small world; zooming into a big one
Two years or so-I saw an angel waiting for the bus-
The bus was my ally; the Heavens caused its delay.
As if to let me be enchanted by her celestial serenity.
Luck never supported me as it did today.
And a friend’s advice wasn’t worth any price,
I was dithering, not for luck of courage.
But readiness was cornered in recess.
I was proactive for once in my life.
By means of quiz, I broke the ice,
I talked to her, she was doing well...
She responded with impulsive spontaneity.
But Cruel Time was lingering by.
And the ‘god-damn’ locomotive; standing by.
In keeping pace with her, I cared not for the traffic light!!!
By a caressing--caring touch, she saved my life.
”By your leave,” she said (unwilling… hasty retort)?
I loathed her departure and prayed I never met her.
“Of course, God’s willing shall not lack,” I thought to myself
Save for seeing her once again!
We appointed no rendezvous.
But Left it to chance and Providence’s curious watch,
To unite us once again: somewhere, at some time!
“Yet, in retrospect, whether in pensive mood, or in tranquil recollection”
With Spirits inciting me to marvel
At her voice, Anonymous she, accepting my acquaintance.
Inebriated by her dulcet voice, very cherishable.
I used to be in rupture with the world.
Now, I’m on good terms with it.
As I’m accustomed to grazing my emotions on tether,
I wait—in limbo—for a Fanciful Tryst.
And for a Godsend boost to bear an unknown response.
©ATEF ATYAOUI
09/05/09
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