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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
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Written: Raheem Alkhyat
Translated : Said Alwaely
Date: 03 / 01 / 2007
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Short
Poems
Sound
My homeland
befalls
A stoned
silence
He never speaks.
Only after
my hometown smiles
truly
It is
His mouth.
Eyes
Blind... My
homeland
Can't see but from
During
my hometown
because it is
his site.
Air
Air in the two
lungs
air in the balloons
............ The balls
............. The tires
Our open air
In the exiles.
Cups
When they found me
I sip the cups of truth
bitter
They discard me,
barrow the flies' wings
And divided the trash.
Allegation
They allege a rumor
The water of my hometown is salty
I confound this fib
The bunch of the date palm
My hometown
Astonishment
His taste
A marvel.
Translated :
Said Alwaely
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قصائد
قصيرة
صوت
وطني يعتريه
صمت
حجري
لا يتكلم قط
الا بعدما
تبتسم مدينتي
حقا
انها
فمه
عيون
بصير .. وطني
لا يرى الا من
خلال
مدينتي
لانها
بصره
هواء
هواء في الرئتين
هواء في البالونات
............ الكرات
.............الاطارات
هواؤنا الطلق
في المنافي
كؤوس
حينما وجدوني
اكرع كؤوس الحق
مرا
نبذوني
استعاروا اجنحة الذباب
وتقاسموا القمامة
ادعاء
هم يدعون اشاعة
ماء مدينتي مالح
وانا افند هذه الاكذوبة
عذق نخيل
مدينتي
عجب
ومذاقه
اعجوبة
رحيم الخياط
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Websites:
www.tahayati.com
www.iraqen.net
www.SaidWaely.com
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A Mug of Water
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