A rich man:
Possesses amiable greetings,
Sweet thoughts,
Kind words,
And a loving heart!

A rich man:
Has an inquisitive mind,
Charitable habits,
And noble characteristics!

A rich man:
Has a soul that has
Broken the chains of greed,  
And soars high in the sky,
Singing songs of freedom!

A rich man’s wealth is measured
By the number of hearts he has captured,
The minds and imaginations he has inspired,
And by the good deeds and traditions he has ingrained!

Hussein Dekmak

The soul rises
inspired
by paintings
colours
shapes and tones
harmoniously juxtaposed.

A bird soars
towards the sky
floats
then swoops.

The melody
flows, swells
surges then fades.

An intermezzo
with solo clarinet
or perhaps a piccolo.

Linked words
in a poem
flow like piano notes
rhythmically, melodically.

My spirit soars in the squall,
tempestuous wind howling my body away,
a frenetic ire known only to me, all-consuming.

Then comes peace, bluster departing.
I spin silently through troposphere,
feeling the sudden gravity as I plunge.