boubkar-chelh
Boubkar Chelh is a Moroccan poet, interested in translating beat generation poetry into Tamazight ( berber) language and poetry of Amazigh (berber) cultural movement into English. He received his BA degree in English studies (Majored in linguistics) from IBN ZOHR university; Agadir-Morocco in 2014. He is the founder of Amazigh revolationary poetry renaissance.
Escape from this web
There is a spider inside it
He watches your movements
A spider with a big belly
He ate milliards
He has too many tiny spiders,
But they are subnormal
Escape from this web
There is a spider inside it
***** blood from you
Try to destroy his system
Tiny spiders will find you
Kidnap you
Poison you
And **** you
There are other webs with
Freedom,
Democracy,
And justice
They embrace you,
Protect you,
Teach you,
And employ you
Escape from this web
The spider cares of your blood
Not your development.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
An air of anger came to my heart
Inside the storm of my broken hope I walked
My blind eyes and mind always rush into the crooked way
Just my ambitious legs try to reach
Ultimately, I found myself in a dead end after the **** storm
Where I smelt a strong failure’s aroma but it was only a stigma
Beyond the voice of a loud bell I remembered my God
And I said
Slowly, slowly my wretched time
My patience is wider than your evil
Take me as a piece of paper around this tornado
Dump me in a lifeless desert where I can keep walking
Nonchalantly, nonchalantly…
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Welcom my new year (2965-2015) by boubkar chelh
Welcome my new year
This is your celebration
The remembrance of your triumph
Let’s enjoy this moment together
To burn candles
To sing
To discuss the victory of chichonk
It’s time to say goodbye to 2964
Full of misery and scars
Welcome my new year
To live this occasion alone
I sent invitations to my neighbors, but they didn’t join the party
They told me, you are only a bony body drifted by the waves of history
No one cares of your story
Welcome my new year
Come to revive our past memories
Which lost in centuries of wars
Intolerance
In my country
Where the injustice spread
Where my forefathers killed under the hourses’shoes
The wheel of time registered all my sacrifices
I am official along time ago. Still creeping on my wounded knees
Toward schools and administrations,
I realized that they aren’t satisfied to use my name
Welcome my new year
To be witness, to have knowledge of my status
I am a ball of hatred inside the souls of my neighbors
I can smell it from their breath
I can see it in the white teeth of laughing hyenas
I become only an ornate writings on posters
My issue is waiting for my democratic turn
Because the world is busy with other issues
Welcome my new year
This is our chance
Hand in hand for change
And demand this new world to give support
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
The remembrance of an old lover’s night
As the leaves crush with each other by the wind of the autumn
In an abandoned street, your old love does with my weary thoughts
Nothing else can make them alive again
They became a light game of gusts
Your love is odd as a Wild River
It doesn’t water trees or flowers,
Just thirsty animals
The frozen feelings inside the cold empty love
Don’t care anymore of long nights
Spent under the rain drops, thinking of your impossible dreams
How can I explain my sorry about your meaningless story?
After my broken hope
I shouldn’t have met you in the yard of tragedy
I still remember the long summer nights wasted under stars
Made my heart full of scars
Drinking some cold glasses of tea
Fused with the music of sughru band
Dreaming about the touches of your soft hands
Your disturbing days destroyed me miserably
As a weak bird lost his chicks
Singing a trite old evening song
While the falcon vanished behind the rays of the sunset.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC