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Best Poems Written by Bouille Rochdi

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Grow Wings

There is a chant, 
Lightly heard;
Sung by the bees, the trees 
And the humming bird.

There is a place 
Open only to those who can fly,
A kingdom granted to those 
Who do their best and try
To cast off their earthly yoke.

There is a chant, 
Lightly heard;
Sung by the bees, the trees 
And the humming bird.

There is a path, 
Between two clouds; set.
You won’t perceive it 
With your eyes and I bet;
Your heart is still blind.

There is a chant, 
Lightly heard;
Sung by the bees, the trees 
And the humming bird.

When silence breeds 
Echoes of solitude,
When the soul longs 
For the high altitude
And when pain emanates 
From the plentiful multitude;
I teach my back how to grow wings.
August 8, 2016

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Your Eyes

Your eyes;
Blue ink splashing over my shattered soul.

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Winter Leaves

Winter leaves 
And falling rain,
Darkness; wounds 
And growing pain.
"You used to say
That I was your inspiration...
From writing,
You could not refrain."

"There was a light in your eyes"
She said: "Now, your eyes are cold,
There's no more warmth in your hands;
You're getting awfully old!"

Winter leaves 
And falling rain,
Darkness; wounds 
And growing pain.
"I loved your words, 
Your beautiful poetry!
To your imagination, 
You used to give free rein."

"There was a light in your eyes"
She said: "Now, your eyes are cold,
There's no more warmth in your hands;
You're getting awfully old!"

With all the invisible tears
And all the hidden fears,
I lay down-dying-
Upon solitude's dilacerating spears.
Rochdi Bouille
November 25, 2016

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The Day Must Die

Darkness is throwing her cold mantle
Over the frightened sky,
Eating up the last rays of a light gentle;
Night has come; the day must die!
They're full of flaws and so judgmental;
But I'll forgive them, I swear; I will try.

Darkness is throwing her cold mantle
Over the frightened sky,
Eating up the last rays of a light gentle;
Night has come; the day must die!
“It's all in your head! This illness is mental!”
“It’s like the freezing embrace of a passer-by!”
Above the heads is erected, the unknown metal;
The scene cannot be perceived by the naked eye.

Darkness is throwing her cold mantle
Over the frightened sky,
Eating up the last rays of a light gentle;
Night has come… and the day must die!
Rochdi Bouille
November 22, 2016

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Sad Season

O the lonely falling leaf does foretell,
The coming of the sad season;
With sounds of scary galloping hoofs 
And frightening ringing bell.
O the ground is shaking…
The heart is aching and it feels like hell.
February 28, 2016

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Chrysanthemum

Like a stray phantom,
Shrouded in fog;
I lay down dying
Upon the thorny solitude
- With no visible candles around me -

The eternal night,
As she grows inside me;
Seems to strip the sky
Off its Diamond-Star,
And the chant of Israfel
- Getting pale and lifeless -
Seems to echo my secret melodies.

In the dark process,
The ether-covered solitude
Gets fermented,
And takes hold of my spirit.

Yet,
With metallic feet,
I finally stepped
Into that misty hollowness;
Wearing the petals
Of a red Chrysanthemum.
Rochdi Bouille
Casablanca, 1994

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Crazy Lines

The best
I did.
The wounds
I hid.
Violent spell
And silent smell.
Torn tail
And thorny trail.
Black beret
And blue bubbles.
Strawberry 
Treachery and troubles.
….........
The last
The first
The Foaming Fat.
The past
The rust
The Rotten Rat.
The glow
The crow
The Cunning Cat.
The goat
The boat
The Bloody Bat.
The thrill
The grille
The Groggy Gut.

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Strangled Whispers

Devilish cavalries and blazing hoofs.
Over-crowded graveyards and watery roofs,
Strangled whispers of colorless pain; I breathe.
Unemotional embrace and freezing wreath.
The scene is desolate, forlorn and inhumanely cold,
I got those feelings of abandoned cemeteries and wrinkles old.
Rochdi Bouille
May 7, 2013

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Echoes of Solitude

When winter comes
With blinding lightening,
And frightening drums;
Grey clouds cover the skies,
And reluctant tears fill the eyes.

When winter comes
With blinding lightening,
And frightening drums;
You’re left amidst the cold
And the loneliness foretold.

When winter comes
With blinding lightening,
And frightening drums…“Hush! Hush!” 
The howling winds are knocking on the door!
“Welcome, Icy Echoes of Solitude!”

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Raise Your Head

Without thorns,
A rose is not a rose;
Without rhythm and rhyme,
Poetry is just a prose.
I don't put pen to paper in order to kill time,
For if I did that;
I would certainly be committing a sordid crime.
Time is not meant to be wasted or "killed"
Every moment, with goodness; should be filled.

Without thorns,
A rose is not a rose;
Without rhythm and rhyme,
Poetry is just a prose.
Blinded, I fell into the quicksand.
I was dying, slowly; painfully,
And no one was there to give a helping hand.
Shake dreams from your hair!
Open up your chest to the soothing air!

Without thorns,
A rose is not a rose;
Without rhythm and rhyme,
Poetry is just a prose.
Not every sky is vast and blue,
Not every smile is real or true.
Beyond the dark trees of doubt,
There is a green plain of certainty;
Raise your head!
November 4, 2016