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Best Poems Written by Youssef Elharrak

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God

God does exist between the details rather than in the Mosques or Churches. 
God can never be imprisoned under any of our handmade roofs. 
God does exist in you and in me 
In the smile in the cry, on the left, on the right, 
He never votes in the elections because politics is none of His hobbies. 
He does not believe in blood nor in snow 
He has already invented the rainbow 
That is why when you raise your head in the evening 
You can see God’s colors on the page of the sky 

He is an artist

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Pink's Got Talent

Why Do You Write? 
The sleepy poem asked me
Before it vanished in my shy pencil

Speechless were my boats 
On the waves of her eyes
When the sixth nail in my palm 
Rode the the pencil I borrowed from night 


For there is nothing else I can do
For I like the taste of ink on my palm 
For my lady prefers soap operas 
In the cloudy nights  
For the clock is still humming a tune
 That has lost its denture 
In the immigration office 
For there is no other thing I can do at all 
I am writing right now 
And because I have no time left to read the headlines 
Before I go to bed 
To share nights with the pillow in red  

N.B
(The pancil sharpener fell in love with the white rubber on my desk)

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The Colorless Truth

Blue does not need the colour of the sea to paint the sky 
Within the reach from my balcony 
Nor do I need defeated eyelids to ride the morning 
I do need, at least, take off my oxygen garment  
To revive Me on the shelf of truth 
So that my flesh would be food for the rainbow 
And go along hand in hand with the wind 
To drown twice in the sleepy blue eyed darkness
Sinking in me to seek depth 
To save itself from the lost wars there in the marrow 
 I shall breathe instead of my oxygen 
 And take a sip from the unique drink 
I do not care about the watchful day bats
Fools go down to take their secret words  
And all their lucid risks
Of a loud chant of the subversive water on my forehead
The alphabet of liquids starts with the sweat of pain 
But never ends in the face of rain…

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The Windows

Windows are (open) verses (of poetry)
On the lines of dawn 
When it pours in the cups of the sky 
Windows are widows of begotten books
Windows are transparent fruits of a hidden tree 
Between the wrinkles of the closed doors 
They can see the galloping hills 
The smile 
The cry 
They know well the meaning of goodbye
They wave, wave back 
But they never go away 
Nor do they take any way 
They have learnt all the chants of the sky
Including rain and snow 
Light is no bad news 
The old man in the window was not me 
But, rather, the widow on the shelf of morning

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Snow Anchor

Let it be a tree under the roof of the sky

where roots are not secrets at all

 They just imitate the shade of water 

Under the palm of God(dot)

  Keep digging ,man,  for the gap is old now 

To tell his (hi)story of sand 

Before the sea would whisper the secret of the last anchor 

About a lost boat of snow

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The Wrinkles

A text shines in my cup of dreams 
Like a bird sings in the cage of his loneliness 
A pen can free the text on lines 
Like man can free his bird from between the bars

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Why Do I Write

WHY DO I WRITE ?



For there is nothing else I can do
For I like the taste of ink on my palm 
For my lady prefers soap operas 
In the cloudy nights  
For the clock is still humming a tune
 That has lost its denture 
In the immigration office 
For there is no other thing I can do at all 
I am writing right now 
And because I have no time left to read the headlines 
Before I go to bed 
To share nights with the pillow in red

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A Kite Never Dies of Oxygen

The bird with broken wings contemplates

The kite flying in the sky

The breeze takes the kite away

Up on the hills

 

The bird moves its wings

It can’t fly like colours in the kite

Sometimes paper is much more free

Than an open cage

Sometimes freedom means ‘’open ‘’

Sometimes it means wings of heaven

 The wounded wing can’t fly like a kite

Because it still doesn’t know the real meaning of butterfly

A butterfly is the abbreviation of both colour and wing

When they both sing the spring song

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Poets

Poets are prophets of fire 
They build the meaning in the dry leaves of morning 
For meaning‘s got the taste of amber  
In the eyes of the early dew 
Poets are broken bridges to where 
A crowd of words fills the gap of water
Yesterday, a poem invaded my night
Speechless were my soldiers in the middle of the dream field 
Just behind the shoulders of the enemy 
My bare hands could do no good 
To pick up a lost headline 
« The world is over!! »
It is the new age when 
Google shall have no gifts 
For those who help their children 
Get their homely made poems
In words that have to mean anything  
Because it is time for poetry to beget answers at last 
Don’t worry Google! 
That was only a piece of homework on how to write an original lie
About absurdity in the human mind

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I Eye

I can never mean an eye 
You can never see me in my eyes 
For they have a full time job 
On the faces of others rather than mine 
They can see outside better than home 
I wish my eyes could see the real me 
Before that I of yours invaded the flat above my nose