A Request

Over here
The time stops
In the wide corner from the cosmos,
The time stops
In domains that infinite
From doorsteps of shooting stars,
The time stops
Everywhere,
The time stops.
Then
The demonstrations follow in succession
From all sides
From all people
those who were born and died,
Those who were born
and are still alive,
And those who will be born,
Carrying candles
That spurt vermillion blood,
And the signs they tore
From the blue clearness of the Iraqi sky
Written on
"God"
Hasn't Iraq's ground had enough blood poured on?

Detroit

4/5/2004

Karintena Celebration
 

To the flying soul of poet Akeel Ali

1

On the way to far away shores
The waves pant,
The waves which are the soul of the ocean,
The endless ocean.

And every time it gulped its spit
Its breasts' sun shins
And its departure is forever a moan
Sailing
Ragamuffins,
Merchants,
Assassins,
Moons,
Stars,
Angles,
And from the first step
During the festive seasons
Its lilies hop,
The bang's appetite
Is the excuses' hemorrhage that never end
Since the crow buried his brother's loins.

2

Alert
unsympathetic
By a touch
On the cheek's sand.
Slumbers...
To wake up…
And as if
born at once
From his inhalation crib.

3
The night bird
Without a shadow
On the Karintena* celebration
In a sorrow departure,
While
His wings are waves of light
Infixing the breeze,
The poems' breeze that strikes like a headache on Judgment Day.

4

Under the wombs' shadow,
cheeks of sand,
infected soap of the shrine,
And the appetite of the awakening....
The transparent evenfall train,
breathes the horizons,
Carries some of the secrets' pallium
And without opposites
Enjoys the moment of recovery.
 

Karintena*: small city in Baghdad the capital of Iraq.

 

 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

 Date: 07 / 08 / 2006
 

A Mug of Water

A Mug of Water

Nude and slender
The dawn opens its eyes,
In-between its eyelids
A polar twilight,
A tremble...
Dangled
The sky's arms.
Fading,
Like the morning star,
A rhythm ...
On the flow of pains,
Vapor of the head
Loosens its ambush ...
The things are servile
Like the far away horizon…
Earth,
Like a blue drop of circumference
In the dark corner
Its light: the stars.
Centers
Come and go
Heavy blindness
Pervades the circumference,
And the dawn
Possessor of white hair
Emits his intestine's crowds
And gnaws the aim.
Dome Blue eyes
Dangles
From depth of the maze…
Eyelashes covered by branches,
Created Like the haze of canyons
And hide the secret.
An eternal desert
Golden cinctures
Dances in-between ear and ear
Its gray tail
The depth of circumference.
The summit of the patch slides
Like a surreal pole
And in a gelatinous cave
An earthy progeny lime
Like the tropic snakes Inhaling the fire.
And then for the vapor be
From coronation of a lie like a coronet!
But the truth
Like the air which we inhale,
Mug of a water Achromatic,
Taste,
And smell.
I hear the gulf under the rocks,
To sheathe my soul
In the veins of my bones,
I watch it slide
As a fish In the neck of a bird.

Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely