Category Archives: Poetry

Pretend

We all pretend

At the beginnings

Sometimes in the middle

And, towards the end

This is not  a new trend

This is not, even, a new brand

It  is, merely, the way humans tend

 

I can tell you something about;

the Masks you’ve encountered and found,

the brothers with whom you grow and bound,

the lovers with whom you used to hang,

the friends with whom you used to gang,

I know how harsh it may sound

And, to prove murder, you need intent

At the end, all of them would say

“We  didn’t intend

But, hey ! guess what ?

We all pretend

“Don’t worry you will make another friend”

And, you keep on moving

And moving

As if things  would amend

 

 

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Escape

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Escape seems far away

Everyday

For those who had to stay

And watch their land’s decay

The devil wants to show us how to pray

I guess, all nations, eventually  would pay

For the unmentioned hate

We sustain and play

For the words that we  no longer

find to say

Happiness is not meant to be

When I was young I never thought why?

Or what to be ?

Things just happen in perfect glee

And everything to see

Was in complete harmony

The small legs jumped free

And hands stretched to curiosity

I was too young to realize

that it won’t last for eternity

getting old is a responsibility

you won’t fight free

incarcerated by reality

happiness is sometimes not meant to be.

life

Sometimes it’s measured by how much

You can offer and make

Sometimes it’s measured by how much

You can give and take

Sometimes it’s limitless and vast

Sometimes it’s vain and dust

Sometimes you are found to be lost

waiting for the rays of dusk

Other times it rhymes

full  happy times

I know, that

Nothing would last

Present,future, or past

Everything runs fast

Even those moments of love and lust

Infinite questions to ask

And, a little meaning to grasp

 it’s more mysterious than deep

And,more promising to keep.

Earth day tree

 

Dear earth

I planted a tree

To see your glee

Dear earth

I Planted a tree

And chopped three

Some animals run

Others have to flee

but, this one mad bee

she attacked my face

and stroke me with no grace

dear earth

I can’t see

…No, you won’t see

Because, some resources ain’t for free

they coast a larger fee

and not just one day tree

PS; “We do not inherent the earth from our parents, we borrow it from our children”

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Man’s disaster

In response to today’s one-word prompt “Disaster”

History can tell what is Disaster

And what Man can Master

Big guns kill faster ,

Many Wars to foster

Towards triumph

And for, greater good we cluster

Dear father, Dear Master

Who is the one true impostor ?

If not humans run their own disaster.

Ode to mothers

Cupid’s Arrow

Write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!

I know that words won’t be enough

To pay your many nights of heed

Mothers born to shield

From soft breasts they feed

Our long sick nights they heal

When Troubles are to come they feel

All our worries seem to disappear

when they appear

Or that  moment we hear “Look!  your mother is here”

So, as it must appear

My mother has never been a fairy,

Mothers are real

 

 

I was Blind to See

The dearest to see

Was always in front of me

Hand in hand we were free

To write our names on the ancient tree

We danced in the glee

The universe was about you and me

Your love was my ecstasy

And this is what we used to be

Today I am in agony

To let my heart for jealousy

To let my heart for bigotry

Now I know that your actions were made inadvertently

And I had interpreted them all wrongly

I had made them a certainty

To treat you indecently

Now I write my apology

And pleading repentantly

For all the hurt I made to thee.

The View

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The grey clouds colonizes the blue clear sky

And obscures the first morning rays

A thought has possessed my mind

And I don’t know the words to use

But, you will hear my muse

A sing that you can not defuse

the soft drops of rain glides on my  window room

And I light a cigarette

 In observing this godly scene

I lost my look of glare

And enchanted by the natural flair

I prolonged my stare …

Very soon drops shifts into little streams of water

And run down the gutter heading all to the sea.

Talking High !

Alphabet Soup

Write down the letters of the ABC. For each one, choose a word that begins with that letter. Now, write a post about anything — using all the words you’ve selected.

a art

b bold

c curse

d deal

e elegant

f flair

g gold

h hurt

i illegal

j junkies

k ( I can’t find any word that starts with “k” ah key, what key ? all right then key )

l laugh

m make

n nest

o oracle

p purse

q quit

r reincarnate

s sweat

t technology

U utilitarian

v vague

W white

X … xoxoxoxoxo at the end of this poem

y yell

Z zip

Try to do this prompt when you’re high !

Ego trip

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Happy Happy Joy Joy.”

I don’t remember my last time I shed tears, but I usually cry like any normal human being and I..

I cry lonely like a cloud

And shed my rain of tears,

Drops of joy drops of fear

have revealed this life’s magnitude

that I always endure with fortitude

All my cries  in solitude

A Room with a View

The daily prompt: A Room with a View (or Just a View)

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Five continents for one man

but, the man is a lifer inside the sphere

and yet my little room is with a view

In the view I see a woman in red,

And dancing with high dark shoes

The setting is not rare if you’re familiar with this land

The avenue is full of  spontaneous gathering,

And one man playing the guitar…

the woman  is now  possessed by a divine inspiration

Starts to move her shoes, and knocking the ground with an uplifting tune

the sound is natural and loud

Gains his entry to the gathering’s soul

oh’ country of joy, country of muse

country of good wine and lot of arts too.

 

Mystery Box

In response to the daily prompt Mystery box

You wake up one morning to find a beautifully wrapped package next to your bed. Attached to it is a note: “Open me, if you dare.” What’s inside the mystery box? Do you open it?

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I was in my bed when the very rambling voice penetrated my ears. I was up, and I had no idea how I got to sleep in the first place. The rays of the day were penetrating through the little breaks of the window. My mouth was dry, and I felt dizzy. Whether I had been drinking last night or not, I couldn’t remember…

I got up. Leaving the room, the voice squawked again “I don’t care “I said to myself, probably the voice was coming from outside.  My focus had soon shifted to the chair where a small box with a note “open me, if you dare “had tickled my manhood and twisted my mood.

With the box on my hand I leaned back on the bed.

I gazed and gazed, but a single thought

What wealth to me this box had brought?

I hated surprises and sudden events

”But I am a man and I dare”

I resolved to open the ribbons

The voice went again so vigorous and strong

My head was in pain

And  I couldn’t resist to hold my tears

Against thy words

Against the will of sophisticated fear

I gaze a little, but an irrational dream

The thought of all thoughts

And the power of my supreme

I have to admit my blasphemy

not against the holy spirit

I possess, but the mere peer with whom

Our reciprocal action have made it clear

That my merit is to disappear

by neglect,pain, and injustice

Today I am a rebel

Against their will against their thought

With my mission that I perceive

With a plan to conceive

That a new dusk is to be achieved

With a new thought deep and wise

That my mind is exhorted to conceive

 

Truth serum for the man on the chair

The Daily prompt: Truth Serum

You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?

Now that I am into possession of this truth serum, I am afraid I am going to need a larger container! For the number of people who I will give it to is big, like huge, enormously huge…!

Most of the persons that I would like to choose won’t dare to bear such an experiment for I am from Tunisia and a revolution has taken place, after more than three years of giving and taking , of a few  dead bodies, of  people who wake up from their narrow-minded silence, of the murdering and assassination, of men of two faces  that are now trying to make their way back to lovely sweet chair.

You fine candidates of your time,

Running for your presidential office,

like running to your humping beds

You fine orators of your time

Good in looking wise, and wise in saying lies

You fine delegates of your time

dare you taste this vial of blurred serum?

that it will make your homeland men at ease.

or maybe you will be afraid that this truth serum will twist

your untruth you spoken and drive you away from the four-legged chair.