kiura-kabiri - Hello Poetry

"Remembering the Soviet’s silent sufferings!" Chechnya, Georgia, Crimea…… Kiev! There they marauded cruelly combing all And souls they severely sought to take like hogs Souls they fatally fought-these Dmitri dogs In death jails-a hell more than purgatory’s punishment They put souls to pleasurably slaughter them all And a soul at its time they picked and hacked in elated excitement Severely they severed them these trigger happy Zarkozsky fools Hunger and starvation their invasion caused! It is a saying: To suppress small states-hunger and violence cause! And out of these societies’ desperations, demeaned humans Will subjugate freely as miserable subjects-slaves to any rule The soviet sacrificed us to their animosity and brutality Our children, our parents, our experts-we all fatally fell Of their gallous guns or cruel squads or unnatural hungers Humans, hardworking humans became bones-NOTHING! We did the donkeys’ hard works-indefatigably And they ungrateful, kingly collected our all All our tills tires they unjustly carried away And all was left in sustainable villages were huge hungers- Everywhere were war casualties: tension, desperation, mass starvations- And when angered we couldn’t bottle anymore we staged rebellions And they cursed us with all sorts of chemicals contaminations They combated and convicted us with any known brutal cruelties Innocent infants they injured with their injustices-fatalities Little angels they hewed with brutality-others they made all sorts of slaves They collected us, us resilient and begun murdering our mettle vitalities Men, all able men they collected, killed and covered in mass graves Them they carried in transport trains, some they threw away in trenches, in rivers… Their remains they concealed to deny us a claim of their atrocities and animosities Babies remained, crying for their dying mummies and daddies Long after finally they have given up fighting-living Poor innocent babies, unaware it is death…… It is not death the devil but Dmitri dogs the devils That has fat fed on their last of defenses-able parents Times ahead of them were tough if not toughest The Petrovs’, the Pavlovichs’, the Mirovics, The Lenin’s, the Stalin’s, the Sarkozsky’s..... They are animals raised from hells horrible There not to pamper and foster but to decimate Ruthless and cruel they killed without a soul-a heart Death is their rite, blood is their eucharist Mass mortuaries of mutilated bodies are their sophists Killing is their glorious celebrations-theirs sacred sacrifices In jail, doors opened and rude were ruthless soldiers’ orders Chains crinkled on ground as sacrifices lead to little altars Prisoners were time to time collected and lead in cruel commanders’ commands And from distances came echoes of targeted bingo bull’s-eye shots A LOW ROW of shots followed by the silences of squeal of sailed souls and their guilt If a day or a night-if any able to tell from chained scary dark chambers Passed and found you fit-alive, you counted yourself very, very lucky! It was dark when we escaped from the jaws of our starving starring deaths Out, the moon shone silvery sweet and bright on these sad virgin-white snows Its silver speckle lights letting lurid luminous sparkling glows The snow rained with such sadness and bitterness On our ears it whizzed with fury and ferocity On our bare skins it bit with brutality and cruelty On our near naked feet it froze and frosted We endured, we had to! Had we managed to rob death of its celebration and elation A taste of our starved wounded bones-surviving skeletons We had to struggle to live and hope give, we strived, we had no choice If we were to be counted heroes of our hopeless humans Saviours of our suppressed peoples We had to reach a safe distance and our rural homes To stage the war from the roots, the stems, the base! A death in nature by nature is better than one in Dmitri dogs hands Their deaths were inhumane, their deaths were merciless They were mocking and shocking-laughing and loathing while killing A mocking moustache peeking from their elongated mouths smiles A cigar smoking from their mouth and emitting from their nostrils A red star labeled soviet beret on their ***** irking hairy heads They killed you slowly loving and laughing of any strength you gave to live Until at last you are lost-in the abyss arenas of death, your are done Such a point you give up, you can’t fight, resist anymore They chased after us–they pursued us They were too determined to not let any of us live But miraculously we lived-we somehow survived Here in this snowy arena it is a fair ground for everyone- There is no grandmaster, it is improvisation Survival only for the willed-fittest Not how well you were equipped or trained Though too skills and determination also counted We trapped them in their own constructed coliseum A lot of them free-froze and fell in these forgotten fields Their bones never to reach their of-kin commemorating cemeteries Nature is JUST! As us, theirs too had to bitterly mourn their nature lost The never to see graves, reminders of their never returned fighting loved ones With God’s grace on us, we cheated their beginning to tire authorities We reached home; we reached the earth’s of our ancestors And here we gathered to charge back-to seek backups To restore the lost glory of our nastily punished perishing people Some we sneaked to safety in case we all perish we have remnants Backups to tell of us-our sorrowful story-our liberty struggles To Kiev and its heroes; to Kiev and its strong heroines To Kiev and its resistant living; To Kiev and its resilient We gathered to kick back, to tell the world of the evils of the Soviet Satans To mourn with grace our gone and done in this dehumanizing disgrace! O Kiev, her heartless Holodomor; O Crimea, O Georgia….. The Satanic Soviet infiltration brought you eternal sufferings! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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May 12, 2017

May 12, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC

SATANS OF SOVIET

"Remembering the Soviet’s silent sufferings!" Chechnya, Georgia, Crimea…… Kiev! There they marauded cruelly combing all And souls they severely sought to take like hogs Souls they fatally fought-these Dmitri dogs In death jails-a hell more than purgatory’s punishment They put souls to pleasurably slaughter them all And a soul at its time they picked and hacked in elated excitement Severely they severed them these trigger happy Zarkozsky fools Hunger and starvation their invasion caused! It is a saying: To suppress small states-hunger and violence cause! And out of these societies’ desperations, demeaned humans Will subjugate freely as miserable subjects-slaves to any rule The soviet sacrificed us to their animosity and brutality Our children, our parents, our experts-we all fatally fell Of their gallous guns or cruel squads or unnatural hungers Humans, hardworking humans became bones-NOTHING! We did the donkeys’ hard works-indefatigably And they ungrateful, kingly collected our all All our tills tires they unjustly carried away And all was left in sustainable villages were huge hungers- Everywhere were war casualties: tension, desperation, mass starvations- And when angered we couldn’t bottle anymore we staged rebellions And they cursed us with all sorts of chemicals contaminations They combated and convicted us with any known brutal cruelties Innocent infants they injured with their injustices-fatalities Little angels they hewed with brutality-others they made all sorts of slaves They collected us, us resilient and begun murdering our mettle vitalities Men, all able men they collected, killed and covered in mass graves Them they carried in transport trains, some they threw away in trenches, in rivers… Their remains they concealed to deny us a claim of their atrocities and animosities Babies remained, crying for their dying mummies and daddies Long after finally they have given up fighting-living Poor innocent babies, unaware it is death…… It is not death the devil but Dmitri dogs the devils That has fat fed on their last of defenses-able parents Times ahead of them were tough if not toughest The Petrovs’, the Pavlovichs’, the Mirovics, The Lenin’s, the Stalin’s, the Sarkozsky’s..... They are animals raised from hells horrible There not to pamper and foster but to decimate Ruthless and cruel they killed without a soul-a heart Death is their rite, blood is their eucharist Mass mortuaries of mutilated bodies are their sophists Killing is their glorious celebrations-theirs sacred sacrifices In jail, doors opened and rude were ruthless soldiers’ orders Chains crinkled on ground as sacrifices lead to little altars Prisoners were time to time collected and lead in cruel commanders’ commands And from distances came echoes of targeted bingo bull’s-eye shots A LOW ROW of shots followed by the silences of squeal of sailed souls and their guilt If a day or a night-if any able to tell from chained scary dark chambers Passed and found you fit-alive, you counted yourself very, very lucky! It was dark when we escaped from the jaws of our starving starring deaths Out, the moon shone silvery sweet and bright on these sad virgin-white snows Its silver speckle lights letting lurid luminous sparkling glows The snow rained with such sadness and bitterness On our ears it whizzed with fury and ferocity On our bare skins it bit with brutality and cruelty On our near naked feet it froze and frosted We endured, we had to! Had we managed to rob death of its celebration and elation A taste of our starved wounded bones-surviving skeletons We had to struggle to live and hope give, we strived, we had no choice If we were to be counted heroes of our hopeless humans Saviours of our suppressed peoples We had to reach a safe distance and our rural homes To stage the war from the roots, the stems, the base! A death in nature by nature is better than one in Dmitri dogs hands Their deaths were inhumane, their deaths were merciless They were mocking and shocking-laughing and loathing while killing A mocking moustache peeking from their elongated mouths smiles A cigar smoking from their mouth and emitting from their nostrils A red star labeled soviet beret on their ***** irking hairy heads They killed you slowly loving and laughing of any strength you gave to live Until at last you are lost-in the abyss arenas of death, your are done Such a point you give up, you can’t fight, resist anymore They chased after us–they pursued us They were too determined to not let any of us live But miraculously we lived-we somehow survived Here in this snowy arena it is a fair ground for everyone- There is no grandmaster, it is improvisation Survival only for the willed-fittest Not how well you were equipped or trained Though too skills and determination also counted We trapped them in their own constructed coliseum A lot of them free-froze and fell in these forgotten fields Their bones never to reach their of-kin commemorating cemeteries Nature is JUST! As us, theirs too had to bitterly mourn their nature lost The never to see graves, reminders of their never returned fighting loved ones With God’s grace on us, we cheated their beginning to tire authorities We reached home; we reached the earth’s of our ancestors And here we gathered to charge back-to seek backups To restore the lost glory of our nastily punished perishing people Some we sneaked to safety in case we all perish we have remnants Backups to tell of us-our sorrowful story-our liberty struggles To Kiev and its heroes; to Kiev and its strong heroines To Kiev and its resistant living; To Kiev and its resilient We gathered to kick back, to tell the world of the evils of the Soviet Satans To mourn with grace our gone and done in this dehumanizing disgrace! O Kiev, her heartless Holodomor; O Crimea, O Georgia….. The Satanic Soviet infiltration brought you eternal sufferings! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Like dandelions Unwanted weeds That sweet still loyal remains Comforting and consoling-condoling! Hanging and hugging-overtaking Our left and forgotten solo soul mounds Like algae and fungi Graying mulch molds That dear and royal remains Clinging and overhanging Pretty painting lovely and lively-beautiful Our crumbled and fallen ashy-grey epitaphs-crosses, mausoleums Like silences and scares That masks and covers The secrets of the cemeteries The truth of the gone obituaries The dead true eulogies Silent, alive and alone she harbours our lost memories She still clings to my gone soul With the same love-same hope-same whole Same zeal-unshaken and unchanged Same as in our younger and youthful days She still holds the history of out times together The memory of our moments: courting-copulating-loving-leaving……. She was Laura, lover of my youthful ***** She was my first and forever My immortal and eternal Dandelion, sweetheart of my heart and art-life! One that still royal and loyal-lively remains Attached to my just decaying remains © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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May 4, 2017

May 4, 2017 at 4:28 AM UTC

DANDELION

Like dandelions Unwanted weeds That sweet still loyal remains Comforting and consoling-condoling! Hanging and hugging-overtaking Our left and forgotten solo soul mounds Like algae and fungi Graying mulch molds That dear and royal remains Clinging and overhanging Pretty painting lovely and lively-beautiful Our crumbled and fallen ashy-grey epitaphs-crosses, mausoleums Like silences and scares That masks and covers The secrets of the cemeteries The truth of the gone obituaries The dead true eulogies Silent, alive and alone she harbours our lost memories She still clings to my gone soul With the same love-same hope-same whole Same zeal-unshaken and unchanged Same as in our younger and youthful days She still holds the history of out times together The memory of our moments: courting-copulating-loving-leaving……. She was Laura, lover of my youthful ***** She was my first and forever My immortal and eternal Dandelion, sweetheart of my heart and art-life! One that still royal and loyal-lively remains Attached to my just decaying remains © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Eve, bride of my pride Eve, beauty of my dreams Look at you, how you're-gorgeous Listen-feel-see, how you’re-glorious Magnificent, good-looking and golden As the unconquered summer moons Up high in nights with cloudless sky Burning the tiring night into a new day See how hearts sweet you make melt in your graceful glow See how you beautiful build, fascinating as a fountain flow Like smooth symphony of walking waves Rising and lessening in their peaceful runs to the wharves Your hair falls and floats in the bare breezes Sweet, tempting and teasing in their wheezes Lovely and lively like young river poplars sprigs in springs So soft long as satins wools strings Their stable stallion's tail straight strand ends Dancing with the winds wheezes and whispers Reflecting and glistening as in sun beams at vespers What a blend of sacred strand brands! Eve, instrument of my adores Eve, O my saint, mi amours! How beautiful is your trace So graceful, everything in its space All occupants in their rightful place Look at your face, like an infant angel’s So tender and soft, brilliant and bright So sacred and smooth just as purity light Overflowing with holiness and goodness Your slender neck tender, elegant as ascension’s splendours Your feels and fascinates, glances and reverences Your contemplations and obsessions, images and illusions Your desires and admires, your embraces and caresses So holy and venerable, like seraphs touching sacred salutations Your fragile soul, delicate in my arms Your feathery feels, light in my palms Your tender body, abandoned in my built So pious and precious, pleasured and treasured Eve, cherub of my pleads and praises Eve, goddess designed for me Dream, resurrected from mine Alloy, made from mine meats mettle Pretty and pricy, so gentle and brittle Flower, eternal instrument of my delights You burn my Hittite’s heart with softness and tenderness And all I dreams of, is your touches and catches-imminences Eve, apple of my youthful eye Rose of my maiden garden Pomegranate of my pleasures Eve, woman of my resting ribs A make of my make, glory of my cheery! How lovely you are! How excellent you are Covet of my cravings How wonderful you are Woman of my desires How piously holy you are Benediction of my adorations O my object of obsessions Dream of my awakes Slumber, sleep of my smooth soothes Massage of my mild caresses Soft, tenderness of my feels How do I wish to always wake In your peaceful palpable palms © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Apr 26, 2017

Apr 26, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC

EVE

Eve, bride of my pride Eve, beauty of my dreams Look at you, how you're-gorgeous Listen-feel-see, how you’re-glorious Magnificent, good-looking and golden As the unconquered summer moons Up high in nights with cloudless sky Burning the tiring night into a new day See how hearts sweet you make melt in your graceful glow See how you beautiful build, fascinating as a fountain flow Like smooth symphony of walking waves Rising and lessening in their peaceful runs to the wharves Your hair falls and floats in the bare breezes Sweet, tempting and teasing in their wheezes Lovely and lively like young river poplars sprigs in springs So soft long as satins wools strings Their stable stallion's tail straight strand ends Dancing with the winds wheezes and whispers Reflecting and glistening as in sun beams at vespers What a blend of sacred strand brands! Eve, instrument of my adores Eve, O my saint, mi amours! How beautiful is your trace So graceful, everything in its space All occupants in their rightful place Look at your face, like an infant angel’s So tender and soft, brilliant and bright So sacred and smooth just as purity light Overflowing with holiness and goodness Your slender neck tender, elegant as ascension’s splendours Your feels and fascinates, glances and reverences Your contemplations and obsessions, images and illusions Your desires and admires, your embraces and caresses So holy and venerable, like seraphs touching sacred salutations Your fragile soul, delicate in my arms Your feathery feels, light in my palms Your tender body, abandoned in my built So pious and precious, pleasured and treasured Eve, cherub of my pleads and praises Eve, goddess designed for me Dream, resurrected from mine Alloy, made from mine meats mettle Pretty and pricy, so gentle and brittle Flower, eternal instrument of my delights You burn my Hittite’s heart with softness and tenderness And all I dreams of, is your touches and catches-imminences Eve, apple of my youthful eye Rose of my maiden garden Pomegranate of my pleasures Eve, woman of my resting ribs A make of my make, glory of my cheery! How lovely you are! How excellent you are Covet of my cravings How wonderful you are Woman of my desires How piously holy you are Benediction of my adorations O my object of obsessions Dream of my awakes Slumber, sleep of my smooth soothes Massage of my mild caresses Soft, tenderness of my feels How do I wish to always wake In your peaceful palpable palms © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Adam, beauty of my splendours’ wake Adam, gorgeous of my woman's make Like blended incense of a skilled perfumer-longer lasting Precious is your every moment’s memory-forever fascinating Sweet like honey dripping with tastes Exulting like melodic music to banquet Exalting as glory of saints sequences Fragrant like blossoms-blooms to bouquet You are awesome, Adam, my handsome! Betwixt your endearing arms embrace There is no other kingly palace- In the world, better than being in this place You are mine ever, fortified fortress! Your arms enclosures are posh and precious-what a delightful pleasure! Than all the Royal Palaces in the world- the Palace of Pena, The Buckingham, the Bellevue, the Palace of Versailles….. You are my refuge, my strength, within you I am at peace! Your hugs and kisses are the safest and secure citadel, château! More than the newly built castle-Castle In Love with the Wind, Conwy Castle The Château de Chambord or the worldly Windsor Castle, the Edinburgh Castle Better than the Neuschwanstein or the Alcazar or the Culzean Castle On your pleasured chest What more luxury lusciously nest? Than this peacefully plumed softs on to rest On yours is a cozy quilt pillow-purest! Adam, I adore you, you are the one for me and I am the one for you! Like you are never any and if any there are not many but only of you a few Adam, my strong man, your body is like the vigour of a youthful river flow Shaped and chiseled finely like Archangel Michael’s-without any a flaw Your stamina is of a stallion, raised for the royal loyal knights, princes and kings You eyes, they burns with allure like summer suns, with calmness and warmth Your looks alone, burns my cold skin with a warm tenderness and a happy healing health With you, again, my under skins shivers, vibrates with a new chill feel of elated lively wealth You build stars for me even when my sky is a sorrowful sea of melancholy and misery Adam, look at how you build-fascinating, amongst the pride of your elites Like a cherub injected with alchemies of never getting old but growing younger Straight and tall you stand-dominant before me conquered, deeply rooted as Lebanon’s cedars And when me you touch gently o-ooh! It is with soft so tender as river lilies sacred splendours Adam, you are killing me, skinning me while still I am living, let me first die for you! Let me feel your loving lips digging deep into mines meager burning complete even my heart Let me first touch those sinews and serrations all over your graceful figurine Let me first prostrate, adore you-my king and knight, my warrior and worship! Let me fancy you muscle man, a delighting idol of your deity’s outline Let me a little look in those starry eyes of yours and see my fragility safe in their security Let me feathery feel weighed in those toddler’s sways and swings of your swift palms lifts You arms strength drawing all my energies faint, as it goes round my wasp’s waist Then you can slay and slice me-kill me subjugated into a humble defeat before you In whatever way you want and feel best, I am capitulated-your captured and conquered queen! Adam, before you, you are the coveted master and I am your surrendered slave Besides you let me leafy feel, little and small dancing on your burly biceps And my brittle petite bottoms sit safe on top of your large ***** laps For you alone are my glorious king-Adam, you send me deep into my craving grave Stretch and save me from the abyss of my trepidations and temptations-I want you, for good! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Apr 22, 2017

Apr 22, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC

ADAM

Adam, beauty of my splendours’ wake Adam, gorgeous of my woman's make Like blended incense of a skilled perfumer-longer lasting Precious is your every moment’s memory-forever fascinating Sweet like honey dripping with tastes Exulting like melodic music to banquet Exalting as glory of saints sequences Fragrant like blossoms-blooms to bouquet You are awesome, Adam, my handsome! Betwixt your endearing arms embrace There is no other kingly palace- In the world, better than being in this place You are mine ever, fortified fortress! Your arms enclosures are posh and precious-what a delightful pleasure! Than all the Royal Palaces in the world- the Palace of Pena, The Buckingham, the Bellevue, the Palace of Versailles….. You are my refuge, my strength, within you I am at peace! Your hugs and kisses are the safest and secure citadel, château! More than the newly built castle-Castle In Love with the Wind, Conwy Castle The Château de Chambord or the worldly Windsor Castle, the Edinburgh Castle Better than the Neuschwanstein or the Alcazar or the Culzean Castle On your pleasured chest What more luxury lusciously nest? Than this peacefully plumed softs on to rest On yours is a cozy quilt pillow-purest! Adam, I adore you, you are the one for me and I am the one for you! Like you are never any and if any there are not many but only of you a few Adam, my strong man, your body is like the vigour of a youthful river flow Shaped and chiseled finely like Archangel Michael’s-without any a flaw Your stamina is of a stallion, raised for the royal loyal knights, princes and kings You eyes, they burns with allure like summer suns, with calmness and warmth Your looks alone, burns my cold skin with a warm tenderness and a happy healing health With you, again, my under skins shivers, vibrates with a new chill feel of elated lively wealth You build stars for me even when my sky is a sorrowful sea of melancholy and misery Adam, look at how you build-fascinating, amongst the pride of your elites Like a cherub injected with alchemies of never getting old but growing younger Straight and tall you stand-dominant before me conquered, deeply rooted as Lebanon’s cedars And when me you touch gently o-ooh! It is with soft so tender as river lilies sacred splendours Adam, you are killing me, skinning me while still I am living, let me first die for you! Let me feel your loving lips digging deep into mines meager burning complete even my heart Let me first touch those sinews and serrations all over your graceful figurine Let me first prostrate, adore you-my king and knight, my warrior and worship! Let me fancy you muscle man, a delighting idol of your deity’s outline Let me a little look in those starry eyes of yours and see my fragility safe in their security Let me feathery feel weighed in those toddler’s sways and swings of your swift palms lifts You arms strength drawing all my energies faint, as it goes round my wasp’s waist Then you can slay and slice me-kill me subjugated into a humble defeat before you In whatever way you want and feel best, I am capitulated-your captured and conquered queen! Adam, before you, you are the coveted master and I am your surrendered slave Besides you let me leafy feel, little and small dancing on your burly biceps And my brittle petite bottoms sit safe on top of your large ***** laps For you alone are my glorious king-Adam, you send me deep into my craving grave Stretch and save me from the abyss of my trepidations and temptations-I want you, for good! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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You said you will let us grow old You said you will never let any Be to grieves, sorrowfully sold We will always be jolly as days sunny You said you will let us hold dear our children You said you will let us play with our grandchildren What happened you returned earlier? What happened you have broken the promise-the vow? I look at this moment, melancholic I remember my dear, I miss her much It is sad and hard to believe these are our last moments Soon the earths will open and her forever swallow O! What happened to our oaths-together till forever? Now I am standing here a haunted man, alone in trembling tears What happened you have visited us? What didn’t we do well you have returned to us? What happened that in my arms my lover will never feel? In my laps my lover will never make her passionate pun And in our cozy bed she will never let her warm morning yawn Instead I see a casket as her carrier and a bier as her resting stool The sight of this soggy and sordid soil-mould as her forever dark cold bed It embitters me and I tremendously tears O! What really went wrong with our consensus? And it said: you shall never return until it is tomorrow When we are much older yesterday to tell apart from today O! What really went wrong, death? And we had a gentlemen agreement You will never revisit our love world You said you will never let any alone go If, together we will always go Now I watch, hard to believe, I’m letting her go How am I to let her go? And we held each other so strong to let us part With each day our bond getting even much stronger My love I will never let you go If, there will always be a haunting ghost of you Hunting and hurting me for letting you alone go It was just to be you and me How then can I say goodbye and let you alone go? I don’t say goodbye even in silences of my slaying sorrows Even at this last time in my unending gravesides grieves The priest and the peoples in piety performing their pastoral perpetual ritual The last respect rite to human’s body on earth: Body to dust, bones to ashes, soul to its Maker……! Even though the song will be playing in my silent head’s mind Live as on a stereo radio-the James Blunt sad sorrowful sweet song: “Goodbye my lover; Goodbye my friend. You have been the one; you have been the one for me...... You touched my heart, you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals……… I've kissed your lips and held your head. Shared your dreams and shared your bed. I know you well, I know your smell, I've been addicted to you. Goodbye my lover; Goodbye my friend……!” And then follows his percussion humming trademarks hmm-hmm! I won’t budge to the pressures of sad times No, I won’t let you go; you have been the one for me! You have been my lover, my partner-all these years, How could I let you go, how could I let you go even though I want? My love, why didn’t you wait a little bit longer for me? I am your dreamer; I don’t want to wake to find naught you I am haunted to leave or live, so let me just be Just let me be, asleep with your eternal love I won’t say goodbye, I won’t sing-goodbye my lover! I will remain sandwiched to the oath: you’re mine-by eternal right © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Apr 3, 2017

Apr 3, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC

DEATH

You said you will let us grow old You said you will never let any Be to grieves, sorrowfully sold We will always be jolly as days sunny You said you will let us hold dear our children You said you will let us play with our grandchildren What happened you returned earlier? What happened you have broken the promise-the vow? I look at this moment, melancholic I remember my dear, I miss her much It is sad and hard to believe these are our last moments Soon the earths will open and her forever swallow O! What happened to our oaths-together till forever? Now I am standing here a haunted man, alone in trembling tears What happened you have visited us? What didn’t we do well you have returned to us? What happened that in my arms my lover will never feel? In my laps my lover will never make her passionate pun And in our cozy bed she will never let her warm morning yawn Instead I see a casket as her carrier and a bier as her resting stool The sight of this soggy and sordid soil-mould as her forever dark cold bed It embitters me and I tremendously tears O! What really went wrong with our consensus? And it said: you shall never return until it is tomorrow When we are much older yesterday to tell apart from today O! What really went wrong, death? And we had a gentlemen agreement You will never revisit our love world You said you will never let any alone go If, together we will always go Now I watch, hard to believe, I’m letting her go How am I to let her go? And we held each other so strong to let us part With each day our bond getting even much stronger My love I will never let you go If, there will always be a haunting ghost of you Hunting and hurting me for letting you alone go It was just to be you and me How then can I say goodbye and let you alone go? I don’t say goodbye even in silences of my slaying sorrows Even at this last time in my unending gravesides grieves The priest and the peoples in piety performing their pastoral perpetual ritual The last respect rite to human’s body on earth: Body to dust, bones to ashes, soul to its Maker……! Even though the song will be playing in my silent head’s mind Live as on a stereo radio-the James Blunt sad sorrowful sweet song: “Goodbye my lover; Goodbye my friend. You have been the one; you have been the one for me...... You touched my heart, you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals……… I've kissed your lips and held your head. Shared your dreams and shared your bed. I know you well, I know your smell, I've been addicted to you. Goodbye my lover; Goodbye my friend……!” And then follows his percussion humming trademarks hmm-hmm! I won’t budge to the pressures of sad times No, I won’t let you go; you have been the one for me! You have been my lover, my partner-all these years, How could I let you go, how could I let you go even though I want? My love, why didn’t you wait a little bit longer for me? I am your dreamer; I don’t want to wake to find naught you I am haunted to leave or live, so let me just be Just let me be, asleep with your eternal love I won’t say goodbye, I won’t sing-goodbye my lover! I will remain sandwiched to the oath: you’re mine-by eternal right © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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The sun scours her Snow scrapes her Frosts feasts her Mist munches her Fog freezes on her Dew develops and dries on her But she is resilient Like gigantic ancient hills She is caring Mama still Rearing her kids will Like cedars that straight stands In Lebanon’s forested lands She is a shady giant old oak She does not wither But stronger she withstands The hurricanes, the sad storms With cools and calms She has no qualms But a strong will-determinations Mama, my strong woman! All alone she shoulders She does not complain or blame In silence she just sings Her strong woman’s songs Blessings to her sons and man: To her daughters and children That time may pass by well With a hand of sacred spell And their future good foretell Curses and causes erase complete Diseases and damnations delete Mama, a strong woman! Nine months she carries with passionate cares With no scares, sorrows or grumbling sorry She cares for her bulge with a compassionate worry Daily she gently it rears Minute by minute She fondly feels it Her foetus forming Stroking, it calming Her other duties still perfectly performing Mama, my passionate woman! In pains she benevolently bears Me she benignly beholds Young as old-still her child Till either, sadly and sorrowfully is no more Mama, my strongest woman! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Mar 31, 2017

Mar 31, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC

MAMA, STRONG WOMAN

The sun scours her Snow scrapes her Frosts feasts her Mist munches her Fog freezes on her Dew develops and dries on her But she is resilient Like gigantic ancient hills She is caring Mama still Rearing her kids will Like cedars that straight stands In Lebanon’s forested lands She is a shady giant old oak She does not wither But stronger she withstands The hurricanes, the sad storms With cools and calms She has no qualms But a strong will-determinations Mama, my strong woman! All alone she shoulders She does not complain or blame In silence she just sings Her strong woman’s songs Blessings to her sons and man: To her daughters and children That time may pass by well With a hand of sacred spell And their future good foretell Curses and causes erase complete Diseases and damnations delete Mama, a strong woman! Nine months she carries with passionate cares With no scares, sorrows or grumbling sorry She cares for her bulge with a compassionate worry Daily she gently it rears Minute by minute She fondly feels it Her foetus forming Stroking, it calming Her other duties still perfectly performing Mama, my passionate woman! In pains she benevolently bears Me she benignly beholds Young as old-still her child Till either, sadly and sorrowfully is no more Mama, my strongest woman! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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We will play the piano together With you sexily seated on my laps If I be in good moods I will sing- You the very beautiful sweet song- The most awesome live performance Karaoke, you have ever heard A sweet song from my heart and soul- My feelings as well as my thoughts I will let out all unreserved My fingers flowing with its off-beat tone And your head and heart node Obsessively following its lone tone For to my heart and soul you’ll there belong And to your mind and thoughts I’ll be strong The voice matters not as the sincerely let-out words I will delight in your attentive silence To my off-beat frogs’ croaks romance Piercing deep your heart as thoughts and emotions Rather, the talks than the symphony Of my sonorous sound’s melody I will watch you with deep admirations-my perpetual possessions And I will hold you and your now trickling tears My doting darling from falling and getting any hurt I will catch your soul as its moved heart cheers For I swore-in my arms’ sinews you’ll always swing In my embraces you’ll always find a home to cling And in your heart’s soul I will always spring Within us there will be an ever telepathy, a ring A buried umbilical cord, our worlds to string We will bake the beautiful breads together Dusting playfully and suggestively each other With its fine flour, white dirt We will cook the delicious meals together My arms around your wealthy waist Your head’s stem rested on my chest As your gently hands wifely stirs the steaming *** My soul humbly humming: blessed he who gets such a material mum Then we will sit on that set table steaming with delis To fondly feed each other with the spoils before us Till full and foolish we will richly rest carelessly On these soft sofas exhausted and excited Your body flat over mine stretched protective, carefree I will feel proud and honoured When I look at your finger And on it I be merrily met By that five-carats diamond glint I will remember the song of your heart On that our maiden wedding day ‘Yes, I do my love; I agree to be your forever wife For better or bitter, for good or rude, for merry or moody Now and until only, sadly, death does us apart!” And I’ll shed a tear of joy and glory On the far we have held unblemished the pure promises The far the Good Lord us has carried and cared, a blessing! And I know you will care to know why your man is shedding a tear In moments such memorable as this, for you are my woman and I am your man……. © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Mar 30, 2017

Mar 30, 2017 at 6:24 AM UTC

ROMANTIC

We will play the piano together With you sexily seated on my laps If I be in good moods I will sing- You the very beautiful sweet song- The most awesome live performance Karaoke, you have ever heard A sweet song from my heart and soul- My feelings as well as my thoughts I will let out all unreserved My fingers flowing with its off-beat tone And your head and heart node Obsessively following its lone tone For to my heart and soul you’ll there belong And to your mind and thoughts I’ll be strong The voice matters not as the sincerely let-out words I will delight in your attentive silence To my off-beat frogs’ croaks romance Piercing deep your heart as thoughts and emotions Rather, the talks than the symphony Of my sonorous sound’s melody I will watch you with deep admirations-my perpetual possessions And I will hold you and your now trickling tears My doting darling from falling and getting any hurt I will catch your soul as its moved heart cheers For I swore-in my arms’ sinews you’ll always swing In my embraces you’ll always find a home to cling And in your heart’s soul I will always spring Within us there will be an ever telepathy, a ring A buried umbilical cord, our worlds to string We will bake the beautiful breads together Dusting playfully and suggestively each other With its fine flour, white dirt We will cook the delicious meals together My arms around your wealthy waist Your head’s stem rested on my chest As your gently hands wifely stirs the steaming *** My soul humbly humming: blessed he who gets such a material mum Then we will sit on that set table steaming with delis To fondly feed each other with the spoils before us Till full and foolish we will richly rest carelessly On these soft sofas exhausted and excited Your body flat over mine stretched protective, carefree I will feel proud and honoured When I look at your finger And on it I be merrily met By that five-carats diamond glint I will remember the song of your heart On that our maiden wedding day ‘Yes, I do my love; I agree to be your forever wife For better or bitter, for good or rude, for merry or moody Now and until only, sadly, death does us apart!” And I’ll shed a tear of joy and glory On the far we have held unblemished the pure promises The far the Good Lord us has carried and cared, a blessing! And I know you will care to know why your man is shedding a tear In moments such memorable as this, for you are my woman and I am your man……. © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Dens, devils dark alleys Apart from the quiet disco beats The house-techno-electronics melodic Or timbres of the naughty riddims rhythmic And the dim coloured alternating disco-lights Else, Dens are blurry dark With all addicts-of *** narcos or gins In there no one sees no one Just the silent talks of sins around The usual businesses brought them there In the mixture of multicoloured lights So no one will talk of anyone once lights returns Yet they shared something in common A gal maybe, a cocoa puff or a shisha vapour! A cigar smoke or a ***** tot and danced it ***** to dawn In there are naked nudes- Dames as well as few muscled-dudes Teasing silent seated decent dressed Stripping, selling their worth or wealth To these willingly seriously immerged In the occults of the immoral **** Some are seductively rolling with the podium poles Their greased groins incised on it metallic luster Grating-grinding-dancing dirtily down Its silvery smoothness in timed tempting Slow spicy synchronic, slutty slides Watching the salivating seated Erotically elated shift in their chairs Some, skimpily skinned are snaking their boneless bodies up-down In caressing zigzags of mastered dancers ***** arts Immorally exposing their mostly expensive parts in bits To tempt and trap these blind corrupted moths in their Lucifer’s lights Forcing them to dig deeper their posh pockets to pay to be bemused Business here is crooked, dark! Like ***** and her Gomorrah Or Tyre and her Sidon It begins with the fall of the night: The extinguishing of the day's light And ends with moments to dawn’s bright In there all night are all dealers of immoralities Of dark arts, of *** or of drugs Goons as well as criminals of government deals And the corrupt business billionaires sandwiched Richly enjoying the **** of the sinfulness- Sharing, wasting, the rapacious richness Of their easily gained supernormal profits On these salacious naked nudes, free to feel In there in the masquerade of these rainbow lights No one sees no one, no one will say of anyone Just cash exchanges hands You got it, you get what you need All the services you want-its all at your watch With just a snap of the finger, all easily you acquire You are the master, everyone else your servant slave- At your disposal to your utmost attendance © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC

DENS

Dens, devils dark alleys Apart from the quiet disco beats The house-techno-electronics melodic Or timbres of the naughty riddims rhythmic And the dim coloured alternating disco-lights Else, Dens are blurry dark With all addicts-of *** narcos or gins In there no one sees no one Just the silent talks of sins around The usual businesses brought them there In the mixture of multicoloured lights So no one will talk of anyone once lights returns Yet they shared something in common A gal maybe, a cocoa puff or a shisha vapour! A cigar smoke or a ***** tot and danced it ***** to dawn In there are naked nudes- Dames as well as few muscled-dudes Teasing silent seated decent dressed Stripping, selling their worth or wealth To these willingly seriously immerged In the occults of the immoral **** Some are seductively rolling with the podium poles Their greased groins incised on it metallic luster Grating-grinding-dancing dirtily down Its silvery smoothness in timed tempting Slow spicy synchronic, slutty slides Watching the salivating seated Erotically elated shift in their chairs Some, skimpily skinned are snaking their boneless bodies up-down In caressing zigzags of mastered dancers ***** arts Immorally exposing their mostly expensive parts in bits To tempt and trap these blind corrupted moths in their Lucifer’s lights Forcing them to dig deeper their posh pockets to pay to be bemused Business here is crooked, dark! Like ***** and her Gomorrah Or Tyre and her Sidon It begins with the fall of the night: The extinguishing of the day's light And ends with moments to dawn’s bright In there all night are all dealers of immoralities Of dark arts, of *** or of drugs Goons as well as criminals of government deals And the corrupt business billionaires sandwiched Richly enjoying the **** of the sinfulness- Sharing, wasting, the rapacious richness Of their easily gained supernormal profits On these salacious naked nudes, free to feel In there in the masquerade of these rainbow lights No one sees no one, no one will say of anyone Just cash exchanges hands You got it, you get what you need All the services you want-its all at your watch With just a snap of the finger, all easily you acquire You are the master, everyone else your servant slave- At your disposal to your utmost attendance © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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“To love is to tenderly dig into someone’s mind: His or her heart and soul to forever find! Care and carry compassionately in storms and in winds To love is to find an eternal peace in the one that you lovingly abides Love is to find a familiar ground that two forever binds! Love is the joy shared by two that in this journey, true rides! In love are routes rough, in love are ways tough, in love are rails-grids that grinds Though, in love are determined souls that never part but remains set in strong stands” A kiss is a stamp of love To feel your breath warmth in mine An emboss, an assurance of love Our staring gaze, the stupors for each other’s sight Is a language stronger than words-written or verbal Understood only by two fools honestly hungry for each other The beauty and peace of your voice Candidly meaning your saying that you love me alone forever Is an indelible engrave of our love Music, a sweet sacred hymn to my soul Like a piper’s pious pipe, it is a song to my ears A solemn instrumental, sentimental to my heart To hear the heart beat of your heart In the strong embraces of your arms It’s a stigmata to our love, there to be binding forever! An umbilical cord strapping us together end-ever To listen to the whispers of your soul in our feelings and flows To feel the silences of your heart in our emotions and elations Is to be entangled in eternal love, to be chained in forever love You are mine, there is no way I will let you go! I will fight for you, I will care for you! I will love you forever and ever for our love is forever I will love you beyond any Heaven's heights or Earth's extents Now in its extant and ever even when we are lost extinct We will watch the earth form and deform together Nature, magnificently make and despondently delete together forever Together we will quietly listen to the melodic music of the universe forever When the sun sad burns, I will be your shade When storms rage havoc, I will be your shelter And when the rains pound, I will still be your umbrella When lightening rudely strikes and thunders raucously scares I will still be there besides to care, your scares to cure When snows severely fall, I will be your oven, kiln warmth When summer and springs sweet sings, I will be your mild melody And when autumns dull comes, I will be the joy to raise your moistened moods To who do you owe your heart to? To you I owe my heart In my heart is my all-my soul, it that outlives me-dust! Keep compassionate care of my spirit, until I returns-compost! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Mar 25, 2017

Mar 25, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC

LOVE FOREVER

“To love is to tenderly dig into someone’s mind: His or her heart and soul to forever find! Care and carry compassionately in storms and in winds To love is to find an eternal peace in the one that you lovingly abides Love is to find a familiar ground that two forever binds! Love is the joy shared by two that in this journey, true rides! In love are routes rough, in love are ways tough, in love are rails-grids that grinds Though, in love are determined souls that never part but remains set in strong stands” A kiss is a stamp of love To feel your breath warmth in mine An emboss, an assurance of love Our staring gaze, the stupors for each other’s sight Is a language stronger than words-written or verbal Understood only by two fools honestly hungry for each other The beauty and peace of your voice Candidly meaning your saying that you love me alone forever Is an indelible engrave of our love Music, a sweet sacred hymn to my soul Like a piper’s pious pipe, it is a song to my ears A solemn instrumental, sentimental to my heart To hear the heart beat of your heart In the strong embraces of your arms It’s a stigmata to our love, there to be binding forever! An umbilical cord strapping us together end-ever To listen to the whispers of your soul in our feelings and flows To feel the silences of your heart in our emotions and elations Is to be entangled in eternal love, to be chained in forever love You are mine, there is no way I will let you go! I will fight for you, I will care for you! I will love you forever and ever for our love is forever I will love you beyond any Heaven's heights or Earth's extents Now in its extant and ever even when we are lost extinct We will watch the earth form and deform together Nature, magnificently make and despondently delete together forever Together we will quietly listen to the melodic music of the universe forever When the sun sad burns, I will be your shade When storms rage havoc, I will be your shelter And when the rains pound, I will still be your umbrella When lightening rudely strikes and thunders raucously scares I will still be there besides to care, your scares to cure When snows severely fall, I will be your oven, kiln warmth When summer and springs sweet sings, I will be your mild melody And when autumns dull comes, I will be the joy to raise your moistened moods To who do you owe your heart to? To you I owe my heart In my heart is my all-my soul, it that outlives me-dust! Keep compassionate care of my spirit, until I returns-compost! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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African woman She is the strongest woman The cradle of all human She tends softly her man As well as all her children She aint seeking for equity She is seeking for prosperity Growth, of all her generations She knows well her traditions Not to be in combatant competitions Not to fight the physical equal wars But to strengthen the spiritual-mental walls And they call her in tough titles-submissive and foolish All she does is, a sit-home mum, bear and then perish But she knows well all she wants-her family to flourish In the hearts of the matters there you will find her Strong and willed to build and leave her legacy Moral men and wise women-humans of substance She is a pillar to her home African woman She is the strongest woman The cradle of all human She sits on her sack, in her arms A giant club to clobber her farms- Her fields fat yields of yams And she beats their pulps till powders They are all ground refined white dusts Pu! Pu! Pu! Goes her game's rhythms Pu! Pu! Pu! Shakes her shoulders Pu! Pu! Pu! Her biceps fats dances with each fast beatings Pu! Pu! Pu! Strong, on, urges her throbbing breast chest Pu! Pu! Pu! Comes back the hard works echoes Like her man in mines and farms and fields she, too, salty sweats African woman She is the strongest woman The cradle of all human On her back is a bundle of woods On her head balanced, is a load of loads On her back is a can of waters On her back is a baggage of belongings On her back is her children On her bent back she is a farmer weeding her fields All in a day’s daily work without complains African woman, who stronger woman, than you? She is the backbone of her family She is the umbilical cord of her folks She is their heart and soul and spirit She doesn’t retire until she expires Early she is up-late she is asleep, O Mama-African woman! Even with all gone, she still as a mother chicken them all broods She still them all remembers as my dear little children Mama, African woman! Mama, who there be like you? African woman You are the strongest woman The cradle of all human When they all walk naked-liberal She has a wrapper for her ***** A cloak to guard her gold-her fertile groins She knows, good honey is deeply hidden in hives And inside these hidden hives are strong stings Bad eyes are a sight for witches-evil ruins Her petals plains she must by all means protect Until right comes the most suitable honeybee Until right comes the sweetest singing hummingbird Until moral comes the most beautiful butterfly Until then, her nectar is not for every eye-tongue Gathered she covers her fine curves For she is the most beautiful of the divines-African Woman! The strongest woman-the cradle of all human! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Mar 17, 2017

Mar 17, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC

AFRICAN WOMAN

African woman She is the strongest woman The cradle of all human She tends softly her man As well as all her children She aint seeking for equity She is seeking for prosperity Growth, of all her generations She knows well her traditions Not to be in combatant competitions Not to fight the physical equal wars But to strengthen the spiritual-mental walls And they call her in tough titles-submissive and foolish All she does is, a sit-home mum, bear and then perish But she knows well all she wants-her family to flourish In the hearts of the matters there you will find her Strong and willed to build and leave her legacy Moral men and wise women-humans of substance She is a pillar to her home African woman She is the strongest woman The cradle of all human She sits on her sack, in her arms A giant club to clobber her farms- Her fields fat yields of yams And she beats their pulps till powders They are all ground refined white dusts Pu! Pu! Pu! Goes her game's rhythms Pu! Pu! Pu! Shakes her shoulders Pu! Pu! Pu! Her biceps fats dances with each fast beatings Pu! Pu! Pu! Strong, on, urges her throbbing breast chest Pu! Pu! Pu! Comes back the hard works echoes Like her man in mines and farms and fields she, too, salty sweats African woman She is the strongest woman The cradle of all human On her back is a bundle of woods On her head balanced, is a load of loads On her back is a can of waters On her back is a baggage of belongings On her back is her children On her bent back she is a farmer weeding her fields All in a day’s daily work without complains African woman, who stronger woman, than you? She is the backbone of her family She is the umbilical cord of her folks She is their heart and soul and spirit She doesn’t retire until she expires Early she is up-late she is asleep, O Mama-African woman! Even with all gone, she still as a mother chicken them all broods She still them all remembers as my dear little children Mama, African woman! Mama, who there be like you? African woman You are the strongest woman The cradle of all human When they all walk naked-liberal She has a wrapper for her ***** A cloak to guard her gold-her fertile groins She knows, good honey is deeply hidden in hives And inside these hidden hives are strong stings Bad eyes are a sight for witches-evil ruins Her petals plains she must by all means protect Until right comes the most suitable honeybee Until right comes the sweetest singing hummingbird Until moral comes the most beautiful butterfly Until then, her nectar is not for every eye-tongue Gathered she covers her fine curves For she is the most beautiful of the divines-African Woman! The strongest woman-the cradle of all human! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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