autumn.
dreams, into ideas.
windy eves.
the far-away look.
tree-leaves.
dark eves.
wuthering heights.
firewoods.
a world in the yellow.
release.
warmth.
quiet.
intimacy.
looking.
time off.
promises anew.
'we'll see.'
          -by
  Hakim Kassim.

It waves hard, like
  An ordeal of times
       past;
Irresistible, it wears
      down
 Wilfully mortal
    endurance;
It worries, like
     summer sky,
  Setting the soul
      breathless;
In woeful tone the
     moth
  Haplessly weeps to
       stars;
Longing, infinite and
       vain,
   Furnishes the mood
       inside;
Outside, nighingale
       still
  Sings through
     the vacant autumn
          sky.
                       -by
             Hakim Kassim.

We call each other by
      names,
In fact all just rolls on
     and on with no aims--

  Just the routine heat of
     our daily 'talk;'
If it then be that we in
     harmony no more
       'walk,'

  Nor with joy together
      quietly rejoice,
Then, though it troubles
      me inside, yet I've
         no choice

  But yo leave you,
     dearest, unattended
By the passion I've
     borne FOR YOU,
       alone uncontented:

  Let me to injustice be
      done,
Than do it myself--from
      which in heart I
         shun.
   -by Hakim Kassim.
  (d. November 25, 1991)

flight,
light.
change. . .'plse!
plse understand!'
hindsight,
through the night.
no love lost,
'america' divorced.
'america' contorted
   me--glad it's deported.
the devil'll come out of
     "america, yes,
ask me, I'll attest.

(for my wife, Huda
     Hassan Osman)

As on the wings of time
          I fly,
And pass over the years
         with no sigh,
Winning and losing
         with no cry,
This prayer I make in all try:

That I lose not your face
       night and day,
And find you by my side all
       the way,
Then come what come may,
I shall have kept all gloom
       at bay.
              -by Hakim Kassim.

"Too many fall from
       great and good
  For you to doubt the
        likelihood."
  -(fro) Robert Frost's
    (poem) "Provide,
    Provide." (1938).

Too many have
      come  and gone--
  Too many sought
      and thought--
For you to have lost
     or won;
  Too many want to
     get to their dreams
         in steps light,
If only too fast they
    are washed ashore--
  Or left out to
    be 'acquinted with
       the night,'
With no second
    chance, beaten to
       the core;
  And too many have
     put their love with
        trust
In brute, brute
    another's heart,
  In the end with no
    love but driven to
       dust;
Why, too many fail to
    give another
  Try, impatient to
    treat with hate
The very lover with
    whom they
       felt together,
  Hence with no heart,
      and for nothing in
         hope to wait.
  
                  -by
       Hakim H. Kassim
      (d. June 06, 2023)

New spring wind, a
      cold  sick fate
  For me that I've not
      seen you for years,
Though I loved,  and
      still do, forever
             in-wait-
 Ah! that you  come
      but to quiet these
        my lonely tears;
I need you now more
     than before,
  Spring may come,
     and  summer
       follow with joy
        and laugher,
Something without
    you is broken at my
           core,
We parted, a long
     time has passed,
        I've not been
           alive after
  I've come to see your
       smile no more, no
          more kiss
On your lips, that
       sound of your
         voice--are you
            not now dead,
  And where are you if
     alive, where's all,
      the love and
         promise,
So much time without
      you, our years are
         closing-in, soon
            to be led
  To sudden goodbyes,
      then the eerie
       silence of lonely
         graves
   Where we cannot
       meet,
O me--was that all
    Love gives?
                   -by
         Hakim H.Kassim.
         (d. May 01,2023)