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    February 27

    Bagdad revelation & Baghdad بغداد

                              Bagdad Revelation
     

     

     

    Listen can you hear the Surf
    Being agitated like a washing machine
    I'm floating like a Butterfly
    My Bellbottoms keeping me afloat
    In the dirty wash of life
    The faded red white and blue stripes
    With Uncle Sam written on the crotch
    The sky is blood red
    Like a Bagdad sunset
    And the whore that is war
    Sunbakes on the beach

    Written Wednesday Febuary 2006

    allan james saywell


      
    February 25

    STRANGE LIFE

     

     

    So far and so near

    So West and so East

    So blonde and so dark

    Man and woman

    Over the seas

    Clouds and  sky

    And at the end

    It will rain on you  Lion

     

    As you said

    Your rain  means

    Rest, blessing, purity, forgiveness

    Peacefulness and tranquillity

    Peace of mind and release of soul

    By an angel touch

     

    You and me

    Soon we will meet

    Inch allah mon Coeur …

    February 21

    Beautiful blue planet and earth is blue


     

     

    EARTHMEN...... BEWARE! ! ! ...
    WE ARE THE WATCHERS

    Looking down at you, Planet-Earth,
    I remember you, as a Beautiful-Blue.
    Now, your oceans are Black-With-Oil,
    Look closely, you know its true.

    Your Rain-Forests are all gone now
    And your ground is a sickly brown.
    What-In-The-World, have They done to you
    Pretty-Planet in the round.

    Your White-Clouds once held Fresh-Water
    Now they are filled with Acid-Rain.
    Your plains are Barren-With-Erosion
    They were once Overflowing-With-Grain.

    When did your Clouds turn such Deathly-Gray,
    Your air is Impossible-to-Breathe.
    Didn't your, STEWARDS-EVEN-NOTICE,
    Before they started to Gasp-And-Wheeze?

    Could the Powers-That-Be, not save you
    From such a dismal end?
    You were SO-RIGHT, in killing them off.
    Now you can begin again.

    Will your next Caretakers be smarter
    And take better care of you?
    I pray they learn to be Protectors.
    We miss your Beautiful-Blue

    Sirpheno The Knight

    http://www.poemhunter.com/

    February 19

    FRIENSHIP WITH you


     

     

    Flowers need sunshine,
    Violets need dew,
    All angels in heaven know i need you,
    Years may fly,
    Tears may dry,
    But my friendship with you will never die.

    Rich people travel in cars.
    Poor people travel in cart;
    But people like you
    Travel in peoples heart.

    If time slips away without a word
    From me you dont have to worry,
    About our friendship because feelings
    Beyond words will always keep me around you.
     
    One day you will forget about me,
    My name, my voice who i am,
    And who am i to you but
    Knowing you for once in my life time
    Is already a gift to me.

    Everything in this world is so fine,
    But everything so fine is not mine,
    But onething i have devine,
    Thats our friendship and that's mine.

    Feel good when someone like you,
    Feel better when someone loves you,
    Feel the best when someone never forgets you,
    And i can assure you that i am certainly one of them.

    Knowing a friend like has made me
    Happy in a millon ways and if even
    I have to let you go, i would
    Find a million reasons to make you stay.

    As precious as you are to me,
    As precious no one can ever be.
    I know all friends are hard to choose
    But only you would be hard to loose.

    If a lover is like a moon then
    Friends are like stars.
    Have you ever noticed that the sky can
    Look beautiful without moon
    But not without stars.

    Stars are seen together, yet they
    Are so far apart, friends may
    Not speak everyday but remember
    They are always linked heart to heart.

    Ritu Gangele
    India

    http://poemhunter.com/

    February 17

    from Abdul Wahab al-Bayati

    From a poem by the Iraqi poet Abdul Wahab el Bayyati.

    [ . . . . ]

    II.

    I knew, my love, all the prisons of the old world
    I discover now the prisons of the new world
    The humiliation and the defeat of our times
    The death in the basements of the city
    And in the cursed hotel rooms.
    I knew: how the tyrants changed
    Their skins in the times of defeat
    And put on new masks
    And repeated the same old song
    I saw, my love, all the tyrants of the old world
    How they slept and ate
    How they loved and laughed
    How they died and ended
    But now I discover the oppressors of the new world
    In the time of deluge
    And the revolution of man.
    The actors changed their masks
    The world fell in the clutches of the prompter
    Crouching in the shadow,
    At the mercy of the clowns: sellers of rubbish.
    They killed us before we loved each other
    And they dyed the theatre with blood.

    [ . . . . ]

    Abdul Wahab al-Bayati, Iraqi poet (1926-1999)
    from "Love Poems at the Seven Gates of the World"
    trans. Bassam K. Frangieh

     

    Copyright 1999  Abdul Wahab al-Bayati
    All rights reserved
    .

    February 16

    Khalil Gibran ...

    My soul and I went down to the great sea to bathe. And when we reached the shore, we went about looking for a hidden and lonely place.
    But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches of salt from a bag and throwing them into the sea.
    "This is the pessimist,"
    said my soul, "Let us leave this place. We cannot bathe here."
    We walked on until we reached an inlet. There we saw, standing on a white rock, a man holding a bejewelled box, from which he took sugar and threw it into the sea.
    "And this is the optimist,"
    said my soul, "And he too must not see our naked bodies."
    Further on we walked. And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead fish and tenderly putting them back into the water.
    "And we cannot bathe before him," said my soul.
    "He is the humane philanthropist."
    And we passed on.
    Then we came where we saw a man tracing his shadow on the sand. Great waves came and erased it. But he went on tracing it again and again.
    "He is the mystic,"
    said my soul, "Let us leave him."
    And we walked on, till in a quiet cove we saw a man scooping up the foam and putting it into an alabaster bowl.
    "He is the idealist,"
    said my soul, "Surely he must not see our nudity."
    And on we walked. Suddenly we heard a voice crying, "This is the sea. This is the deep sea. This is the vast and mighty sea." And when we reached the voice it was a man whose back was turned to the sea, and at his ear he held a shell, listening to its murmur.
    And my soul said, "Let us pass on. He is the realist,
    who turns his back on the whole he cannot grasp, and busies himself with a fragment."
    So we passed on. And in a weedy place among the rocks was a man with his head buried in the sand. And I said to my soul, "We can bathe here, for he cannot see us."
    "Nay," said my soul, "For he is the most deadly of them all. He is the puritan."

    Then a great sadness came over the face of my soul, and into her voice.
    "Let us go hence," she said, "For there is no lonely, hidden place where we can bathe. I would not have this wind lift my golden hair, or bare my white bosom in this air, or let the light disclose my scared nakedness."
    Then we left that sea to seek the Greater Sea.
      

    http://leb.net/gibran/

     

    February 14

    GIBRAN's words

     

     

    I am alive like you, and I am standing beside you.

    Close your eyes and look around, you will see me in front of you.

    - Gibran's words on his epitaph.

     

    Somewhere in a dream

     
     
    when the dream comes true
    and the candles shining more
    the wet roses smell spread
    and the falling snow smilling loud
    the earth holds the grace tight
    and the river will cry no more
    rainbow colors will paint my face
    and sunshine will warm my breathes
    and the doves will rise my body
    my soul finally will be free
    my way will be clear
    its valentine day
     
    thanks to the poet ...
     
    February 12

    TWIN SOULS and music

     

     

     

    You, my friend, my soul mate
    complement me so truly.
    I believe God did create
    you, for me, so purely.

    Your soul calls to mine,
    the missing piece, and you
    match me, no dividing line
    between us, we are true.

    Jazzy Cat Jr

     
     



     
      
     

    February 11

    SADNESS IS ...


     

    sadness is seeing black roses
    that are old and withered
    it sounds like a dying cat
    that won't give up
    sadness taste like rotten apples
    that make your stomach churn
    sadness feels like a stab to the stomach
    that doctors can't fix
    it smells like a damp dark basement
    that won't come clean
    sadness is as colorful as the rainbow
    and as hard to find

    Amber Hatfield

    February 10

    MEETING




    We haven’t met yet
    But one day
    We’ll look into each others eyes
    And think
    We have to meet more often

    And one day
    When we’re lying beside each other
    We’ll look into each others eyes
    And know
    We have met

    And one day
    When years have passed
    We’ll look into each others eyes
    And Love
    Meeting like this

    Roland Hardy


    February 09

    IN MY MIND ...

     

     

     

    There is a place where dreams unfold,
    and the mind soars free.

    It is dark,
    but I am not afraid.

    I trace your smile with the fingers of my mind,
    I caress your image with the feelings of my heart,
    I feel your presence with the memory in my soul.

    I am at peace with thoughts of you.

    For you are the love that is my life,
    and...
    I...
    am not afraid.

    Nancy Winter Miranda

     

    http://www.poemhunter.com/

    February 07

    I believe that you ......


     

     

    I don’t know what to do without you …. But
    I believe that you will guide me to finish my work
    I believe that you will take me back to my home
    I believe if I hurt you then you will forgive me
    I believe you will sweet like my sugar candy

    I don’t know what to do without you …. But
    I believe that u will light my dark nights by ur moon
    I believe u will relief my thirsty by ur rain
    I believe u will send me ur sun when I need him
    I believe u will always flow ur cool wind that I can take breathe

    I don’t know what to do without you …. But
    I believe u will always watching me from ur place
    I believe u will lift up me when I will fall down
    I believe u will make me that strong that I can lift up other
    I believe u help me to let know other that u are with me

    janardan bramhachari

    February 06

    OLD FRIENDS - Simon and Garfunkel

      
     

    Old friends
    Old friends
    Sat on their park bench
    Like bookends
    A newspaper blown through the grass
    Falls on the round toes
    Of the high shoes
    Of the old friends

     

    Winter companions
    The old men
    Lost in their overcoats
    Waiting for the sunset
    The sounds of the city
    Sifting through the trees
    Settle like dust
    On the shoulders
    Of the old friends

     

    Can you imagine us
    Years from today
    Sharing a park bench quietly?
    How terribly strange
    To be seventy

    Old friends
    Memory brushes the same years
    Silently sharing the same fear...

     

    Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
    A time of innocence, A time of confidences
    Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
    Preserve your memories; They're all that's left you

    February 05

    my beloved - ح ب ي ب ت ي ....

    ح ب ي ب ت ي ....

    ا ن ت .... ا ن ا
    م ث ل م ا ت ت ن ف س ي ا ت ن ف س
    م ث ل م ا ت ر ي ن ى ا ر ى ....
    ف ا ن ا ... ا ن ت ...
    ف ل ا ت د ع ي ه ذ ا ا ل م ر ض ي س ي ط ر ع ل ي ك ..
    ك و ن ي ا ن ت ا ق و ي م ن ه .. ا ع ل ى م ن ه ...
    و ل ا ت د ع ي ه ا ع ل ى م ن ك .....
    ف ا ن ا ك م ا ق ل ت ل ك ..
    ا ث ن ا ن ن ت ن ف س ن ف س و ا ح د ..
    م ا ي ح د ث ل ك ي ح د ث ل ي ..
    ف ق ا و م ي ه ....
    ح ث ى ل ا ت م ر ض ي و ا م ر ض ..
    ف ن ح ن ج س د ا ن ل ن ا ر و ح و ا ح د ة ...
    أ ه .....أ ه ....
    ل و ك ن ت م ع ك ل م ا ا س ت ط ا ع ه ذ ا ا ل م ر ض ا ل ج ب ا ن ا س ر ك ...
    أ ه ...
    ل و ك ن ت ا س ت ط ي ع ز ي ا ر ت ك ل خ ل ص ت ك م ن ذ ا ك ا ل ج ب ا ن ....
    و ل ق ض ي ت ع ل ي ه ....
    ا ن ه ا س ر ر و ح ي ...
    و ه ل ي ط ي ق ا ل م ر ؤ ا ن ت ا س ر ر و ح ه ....
    ف ا ن ت ر و ح ي ...
    و ه ا ه و ا ل ج ب ا ن ي أ س ر ر و ح ي ...
    ا ل ت ي ا ن ا م ن ا ج ل ه ا ا ع ي ش ...
    ف ر ج ا ء ...
    د ع ي ن ي ا ع ي ش ....
    و ق ا و م ي ه ذ ا ا ل ل ع ي ن ا ل ذ ي ا س ر ر و ح ي
    by: hazem al jaber

      my beloved


    darling...
    you... me....
    as you breathing i breathe..
    as you saw i see....
    i am same as you..
    so..
    don`t let a disease control on you..
    be more stronger than it...
    be more high than it...
    and don`t let it go up on you..

    as i told you..
    we are breathing a same breath..
    and what happened to you, happened a same to me..
    please resist it...
    in order not to be sick, and then i am..
    we are a two bodies have a one soul...

    oh... oh...
    i wish that i were with you,
    to don`t let that coward disease catch you...
    ohh...
    i wish i can visit you, to kill that craven...
    and to get rid of it...
    it stole my life and soul..

    did any one likes to be...? ? ?
    you are my soul,
    and this craven going to stole mine..
    which i live for...

    please...
    let me live, and resist this Evil One,
    which try to stole my soul...

    by : hazem02

     


    February 04

    relaxing sunset .........yanni

     
      
    February 03

    Lovely blue & Ilham al Madfai (click and listen)

      
    To my lady...
    whom chosen by my heart...

    Your love is a history...
    never to be finished...
    none to be repeated...
    never to stop...
    and didn`t accept the forgery...
    your love....
    start always...
    from the winters` season...
    to the autumns` season...
    your love..
    is a history which never to be forgotten... 

    Hazem Al Jaber - hazem02 - 3.02.2007 -


    February 02

    I AM AFRAID ....

    We begin things in the opposite way :
     
    At first, I was afraid to write to you
    After I writed to you I was afraid to talk to you
    After I talked to you I was afraid to see you
    After I saw you, I was afraid of loving you
    Now I love you
    I am afraid to meet you
     
    Not to loose you ...