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Yasser Rhimi Poem
For one moment I thought
Moons stars and kingdoms,
Humbly yielded to the spell of your tongue;
For I would never miss such an honour
When my heart still dies in front.
From the gravest yard in my groans,
In those rainy eyes of autumn,
You stole into the fragrance of my desert red bloom;
Despite the venom in my features,
You killed the old beast in my gloom.
For one moment I thought
Flowers, bees, and dew drops
Had never been bleeding forever;
The honey have they made
Fell us in love like a feather.
For one moment I thought
We stumbl’d upon each other.
Copyright © Yasser Rhimi | Year Posted 2013
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Yasser Rhimi Poem
Time passes…
And things are left with no traces—
Be it a dream confusion in a cold forgetful night,
Sneaking and trespassing on an ancient boyish fright,
Or an old man mourning the pride
Of a brightly hidden straightforward sight?
You don’t know! Perhaps you taught yourself how to know—
To walk asleep like all these men and women…
While your eyes are still wide open. But...,
Still you don’t know how they pass away,
How they live the night and sleep the day
When— from height to height they heavily bounce on each other,
You— from low to low sound no bother.
But..., who are you? Who am I talking to?
I think I am losing control over you
I feel like losing control over you…
Over the whole world and over myself, too;
And I don’t feel or dare any more.
Perhaps— the only thing I still care about is your eyes.
Are they closed? Maybe open?
Probably, both of your eyes are watchfully open.
But… What if there is only one eye open?
Would it be the right one or- the next?
And… What if both of your eyes are not open… closed?
How would they be- your colourless life and tree?
My mind is telling me that my eyes are open—
The two of them are widely open and free..., though
My heart’s palpitating corpse is whirling into my deafen’d ears its stormy wind,
Bleeding all silence and healing all fiend,
Telling me…
That my eyes have always been open— carefully open,
Yet in my pink-painted dreams.
Copyright © Yasser Rhimi | Year Posted 2013
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Yasser Rhimi Poem
When you truly know that life is worth living
When you truly feel that love is for giving
To die is a beautiful thing.
When you truly feel that hate is forbidden
When you truly know that death is worth heeding
To try is a beautiful thing.
Fate then becomes no more than a brief sweet moment,
Hanging upon anyone’s stiffened husky throat,
Waiting for our merciful God’s healing,
To release it in:
One
Last
Breath.
Copyright © Yasser Rhimi | Year Posted 2013
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Yasser Rhimi Poem
Yet…
Life shows you pain before the smiles
Even though youth has cried for innocence:
Outside the soul one bleeds and hides,
Inside the flesh one dies of nonsense.
When turning pages you see humble hopes:
The book of your life is already ended,
The sea you paint is without boats,
The land you plant is thoroughly cursed.
O, that you wish,
Steps away from you are!
The garden you live in is a grave where to be burned;
And dark shades in your eyes made the night of no star-
To fade out is a grace for those scars you have earned!
And perish all alone…
Like the fresh air in the cold,
Like an old tree the day of thirst,
Or a martyr when to burst…
That shame of your birth must be the same when to hold-
Those lies you tell:
As you have always been the cursed…
Copyright © Yasser Rhimi | Year Posted 2013
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