Every time she writes
I fall in love over and over

Radio silence
the explosions stopped
no one left to love
decomposing tear by tear

The sky and the sea bend and kiss
stories of love, I would never miss

Now there is a tariff on all things
even a Trump cap is $1,295.00 now
says "Make America Great Again"
yet you say what? made in China?

Too my American friends I say sorry
I am left with no choice
to read my poems I must impose
a 224% tariff
on each and every verse
I feel bad
however I have to defend my land
every moose, every bear, every goose
loonies and ducks matter too
no more real maple syrup for you

If for any reason
you can not afford such high tariffs
I will accept a bottle of wine
it must come from France
I am poor but do have taste

They sing their songs
for those who drop bombs
we know very well for who
are the guns
Zionists who **** for pleasure and fun

They hold no rose for humanity
in name only
they sing for **** and death
and a babies last breath
their roses dead, their guns ablaze

The flower of love
the flower against oppression
the flower of life
amongst the Olive trees
the Hannoun blooms, even where evil lurks

Red, the vibrancy of the rose
hidden
the little garden smiles after the rain
filled full of compassion
she is my sanity
in a world
that has gone insane
she is the sunrise
when sunsets are only
flames

Roses bloom in the dirt
they live in the sun and the rain
leave them alone
they suffer no pain
their soft petals caress
touching places hidden
the burning stops
as the wilted rose rests on top

You have known me for years
you and Harif, brothers in arms
late evenings and making sure
Cuba becomes free
Che would have been proud
of us, all for one and one for all
bonded by compassion
all these words, I know you know

late into the nights
jazz music or Arabic delights
the philosophy runs deep and blue
romance seeping in our veins

I know you are one of the few whom understand
how can I not? be in love
with a woman, who says........

"Happy international women's day.
**** all the feminists who remained silent on the Gaza genocide."

when the last song is finished
you will be asleep
you already know
I am eternally grateful
a taste of the family I never had

You must read the poem before this one, to get this one!

Three days later
as the rules clearly state
my resurrection, my fate
my love charged with ******
this I could not take
off to the police station
to set things straight
they are not the brightest
of humanity, you all must know
I stated, my words were simply
metaphor
she is innocent, any child could show
It is I, the guilty one
I jumped of my own volition
sadness and sorrow was my mental condition

The Police let her go
as this wasn't Israel
the resurrection over
she tossed me off the cliff
for real this time.

Memories are killing me
tears are drowning me
your words of softness
flew away, yet
I hold dear these memories
soft flames burning my heart

I wanted to write a poem
about you today
I lost all my words
so let your ears hear my heart
beat
a song of love
for someone
whom makes me smile
simple thoughts, I know
is how I see you treat others
that makes my heart glow
even my tears
have slowed

By the river side
the weeds grew and spread
covering the shoreline
life there a vibrant bloom

Now they grow everywhere
cultivated and sown
feeding humanity
beauty sways in the summer breeze

The Elder Wheat stem said long ago
they think of us as a nuisance
feed them and they will make us fields
where our dreams are told
love is passed on
we shall conquer the world
harming not a soul
our stems
fertile
all love and life will grow

She of Nazareth
a heart that glows

A home
is
warm, inviting
living beings
lives unfolding
Christmas carols
children's laughter

then

it becomes a house
empty
barren rooms
death now roams freely
dancing slowly to sad memories

then

a new family of smiles
children play
a new home
life recycled
memories built
on sand castles

then

it becomes a simple
house again, empty
whispers of the past
deaths song sings again
time moves on

I lived in a place
that was a house
never a home

My head low
in shame
fooled by words
written by the victors
fooled by Zionists
who have always told lies
I should have listened
to the oppressed
the poor
the neglected

Speak to me now
my ears will send your voices
direct to my heart