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Hakim Kassim Oct 21
This is what happens when your own
         past--
Twisting and turning with you at some
         midnight hour-
  Becomes you, all over again at once,
          all too fast,
Overlapping you,  heart and soul,
          strenuous in power;
   Precious memories posted in
             unchartered  future;
Each note of thought  wearily clings, too
          often
  But a scene with  yourself,  demanding
             an answer,
Yet within past  content, drifting you to
              give-in, just to soften
  The unintelligent trail, past wishes
        revived in ardor:
For, without the pain of the past, can
        there be future?

            
                            -by Hakim H. Kassim.
                             (d. March 25, 2024)
Hakim Kassim Oct 21
This is what happens when your own
         past--
Twisting and turning with you at some
         midnight hour-
  Becomes you, all over again at once,
          all too fast,
Overlapping you,  heart and soul,
          strenuous in power;
   Precious memories posted in
             unchartered  future;
Each note of thought  wearily clings, too
          often
  But a scene with  yourself,  demanding
             an answer,
Yet within past  content, drifting you to
              give-in, just to soften
  The unintelligent trail, past wishes
        revived in ardor:
For, without the pain of the past, can
        there be future?

            
                     -by
        HAKI. H. KASSIM.
        (d. March 25, 2024)
Hakim Kassim Oct 20
This is what happens
    when your own past--
Twisting and turning
    with you at some
       midnight hour-
  Becomes you, all over
      again at once all too
          fast,
Overlapping you, heart
     and soul, strenuous
         in power;
   Precious memories
     posted in
       unchartered future;
Each note of thought
    wearily clings, too
       often
  But a scene with  
      yourself, demanding
             an answer,
Yet within past  content,
     drifting you to
       give-in, just to soften
  The unintelligent trail,
       past wishes revived
           in ardor:
For, without the pain of
     the past, can there be
         future?

            
                     -by
           Hakim H. Kassim.
          (d. March 25, 2024)
Oct 20 · 27
-Too Many.
Hakim Kassim Oct 20
"Too many fall from
           great and good
       For you to doubt
           the likelihood."
                  -(fro) Robert
                   Frost's (poem)
          "Provide, Provide."



Too many have come
         and gone--
  Too many sought and
         thought--
For you to have lost or                    
        won;

  Too many climb up
        their dreams in
           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 heart with
               trust
In brute, brute another's
            heart,
  In the end with no love
            but driven to
               dust;
For too many fail to give
              another
  Try, too eager 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.Oct.12.2022)
Hakim Kassim Oct 19
This is what happens
    when your own past--
Twisting and turning
    with you at some
         midnight hour-
  Becomes you, all over
      again at once, all too
          fast,
Overlapping you, heart
      and soul, strenuous
         in power;
   Precious memories
      posted in
       unchartered future;
Each note of thought
     wearily clings, too
        often
  But a scene with  
     yourself, demanding
          an answer,
Yet within past  content,  
    drifting you togive-in,
       just to soften
  The unintelligent trail,
      past wishes revived
         in ardor:
For, without the pain of
     the past, can there be
        future?

            
                -by
        Hakim H. Kassim.
       (d. March 25, 2024)
Hakim Kassim Oct 14
Eyes I saw full of me,
  Blue, or brown, these
       now pass by me,
The lore of Love thus
       defined
Remains unspoken,
       though refined:
  'To where is he gone,'
       she in muttering
            tone asks;
We've left so much for
     the WASPS;
  Now, retreated for
     Allah's sake,
Where can I, for her,
     make the bake?
  Nor, for love, where to
     rest and reign--
To escape all of pain?
  Hello, God, hello saints,
Yes, we're your guests--
  Should we have to pay
      for our souls,
So exploited within
      these walls?

     -by Hakim H. Kassim.
Oct 14 · 24
-Wild Wishes.
Hakim Kassim Oct 14
Wild wishes, too high for worldly tries,
Celestial glows that do not fit into time
        and place,
  Lost love's tormented hopes and cries,
Come with fresh face at my dooryard.

   Wild wishes, desires that cannot be quenched
         in poor world's weak  arms,
Joys treading my footsteps  from Heaven
         above,
    All my loves long ago, my sweet heart-felt
         urges,
  Of all I ever seek, of all I ever wanted in heart,
Beckon to lead me to Higher Houses of
        content.

  Wild wishes, her face, her eyes, and the love I
        have for her,
Feelings I cannot put aside  no matter what,
  The deep-felt dream of uniting with her in
         truth,
She comes to me riding high on Wild Wishes
        for my  hand!

    -by Hakim H. Kassim.
Oct 14 · 25
-Wild Wishes.
Hakim Kassim Oct 14
Wild wishes, too high
      for worldly tries,
Celestial glows that do
     not fit into time and
        place,
  Lost love's tormented
     hopes and cries,
Come with fresh face at
     my dooryard.

   Wild wishes, desires
      that cannot be
         quenched in poor
            world's weak
                arms,
Joys treading my
    footsteps  from
         Heaven above,
    All my loves long ago,
         my sweet heart-felt
             urges,
  Of all I ever seek, of all
      I ever wanted in
         heart,
Beckon to lead me to
     Higher Houses of
        content.

  Wild wishes, her face,
      her eyes, and the
         love I have for her,
Feelings I cannot put
    aside  no matter what,
  The deep-felt dream of
     uniting with her in
         truth,
She comes to me riding
   high on Wild Wishes
        for my  hand!

      -by Hakim H. Kassim.
Oct 11 · 17
-Wild Wishes.
Hakim Kassim Oct 11
Wild wishes, too high
     for worldly tries,
Celestial glows that do
     not fit into Time and
         Place,
  Lost love's tormented
         hopes and cries,
Come with fresh face at
      my dooryard.

  Wild wishes, desires
       that cannot be
          quenched in poor
             world's weak
                 arms,
Joys treading my
      footsteps from
        Heaven above,
  All my loves long ago,
      my sweet heart-felt
         urges,
Of all I ever seek, of all I
     ever wanted in heart,
  Beckon to lead me to
     Higher Houses of
        content.

  Wild wishes, her face,
      her eyes, and the
        love I have for her,
Feelings I cannot put
     aside no matter what,
  The deep-felt dream of
      uniting with her in
         truth,
She comes to me riding
    high on Wild Wishes
       for my hand!
Sep 22 · 24
-On Your Own.
Hakim Kassim Sep 22
There's no other to
   grieve your lost hope,
It's for you to face and
   cope;
With life's various
   despairs by yourself
     alone,
And alone must, wrestle
   and have it won;
Family would smile with
   you but for a moment,
And no friend could
   vouchsafe for you on
     Day of Judgement;
For so many will come
   'round you for
     embrace,
Yet on your own you
   must ride on life's
     every chase;
Though we rejoice in
   hope on every new
     morrow,
One couldn't care less
   for his own brother's
     sorrow!

        -by Hakim Kassim.  
   (d.September 21, 2024)
Sep 11 · 36
-expression no. 19.
Hakim Kassim Sep 11
(for huda)
you don't care to remember yesterday--
even if you were the one who took the
    wrong way--

just to say you're "sorry," and make your
    peace,
for we'd then get-off on a new plate with
    some ease;

where's your conscience? aren't you for a
    minute sane?
you used shout at me with all your false
     complaint--

never caring to listen, too often baking
   my heart so sore,
till you at last broke our bond, and more!

--ah, how patient and quiet i bore your
   abuse,
for you then we're set to wreck money,
   and  without excuse--

determined as i then was, wanting to
   keep us together
as a family, soon to be a father and a
   mother;

there you're with false tears, and false
    argument all the same;
humbled,  i ignored who's right and who
   not, taking all the blame,

you didn't care to listen but ran away
    with your  "cousins" in team,
and i was left bitter alone, just to moan
    and  ponder over broken dream:

and tonight you come, seven years to this
   day,
imploring with  pleas of love, not to delay

a love, a you gone years ago: if i accept
you now anyway, how wouldn't i be down
   again swept?

              
                         -by Hakim H. Kassim.
                         (September 11, 2024)
Sep 5 · 30
-expression no. 18.
Hakim Kassim Sep 5
-YOU.

the morning-sun glows in a Promise so
      celestial,
over your tender face, a soul too dear, too
      adorable

for this world  (of envy and hate) itself to
       astound
over  you--a Beauty, never seen or heard
       around;

reflecting in seductive rays across your
      face, with me stricken with your
          gleam,
your heavenly charms which I only fancy
     in my best dream--

that lip that I'd not tire of kissing but in
     my wishful unrest,
and those ******* I long for beyond what
    can be expressed;

a willing prisoner, I'm lost in the mystery
    of your eyes,
and not with my hand, but with all my
    heart I  glimpse your thighs;

your quiet, indifferent airs, your smile
arresting me in heart for longer than a
     while---

remembering, like seeing, you easily
     drives me  most lonely--
of all women, for Beauty aren't you
     the one and only?

                              -by Hakim Kassim.
                             (d. September 03, 2024)
Hakim Kassim Aug 7
Come winds, from afar and and near,
Charge, waters of the  world,  to sweep
Tyrants out who use  humble fellows with
           no care
In corporate classes,  for profit to reap!

Oh, how false and  mad-lived is this!
Trading their human  nature for only
          dollar  in truth,
And despite what the  mind urges to
          enlist---
Love, and Care, fraternal hope for youth!

To where is wisdom  gone, does any one
          know?
Will Corporation  give care and love?
It's false for other than Allah to bow:
Will dollar keep them out of  the  grave
          and above?
              
                         -by Hakim Kassim.
                           (July 15, 2015)
-NOTE: The title of this poem ('For the World is Wrong!') is a line borrowed, respectively, from the poem "Dirge" by Percy Shelley (published posthumously in 1824).
Hakim Kassim Jul 29
Eyes I saw full of me,
I search around, yet cannot  see;
  In the tumult and the dark,
I remain stuck with their mark;
  I have forfeited hope and  health,
I seek nor fame nor wealth--
  For I well know all only  fleets, nor
Care nor Love to meet!.
                    
                          -by Hakim H. Kassim.
Apr 18 · 59
-'I am He.'
Hakim Kassim Apr 18
I am he who  through
    that long November
       night
  Watched your eyes
       with untamed
         delight,
Earnestly travelling
    into the mystery of
      your mind;
 In the highnoon of
    Love we heard and
      spoke the same
        notes;
I am he who once
    held you in willing
      arms,
Unknitting wells  of
    passion beneath
       your heart;
I am he who wrote a
    Writ with you,
Sowing in your heart
    a Promise not to
      break the shared
        bond;
I am he who, in trust
   of  love, am a voice
     echoing in the
       skies;
 Faithed, in a leap for
     your love, and your
        hand, and that
          look in your
           eyes;        
The sea here sheds
   tears as it the earth
     crushes,
  The shore beside me
     pains as water race
       back to their
         depths,
And I am he who with
    confused past
      shares the anguish
        of the sea.
  Farewell!
And now I turnto be
    living with your
      memory, without
        blaming fate.

     -by Hakim Kassim.
Apr 17 · 65
-Lament.
Hakim Kassim Apr 17
-Lament.

           ".  . . without hope change  
            In sleep she seemed to  walk
                forlorn."
                           -(fro) Tennyson's   (poem)  
                            "Mariana" (1830).
     (for Diana, who inspired the poem
      in  visionary gleam)

And so you came  loaded with  lament
   Of  all the world  aflame in your  eyes,
           so calm and wide,
Grieving perhaps  over 'might-have-
           beens,'  yet with intent--
   Sorrow the kind   that had no home but
          with  restraint in  pride,
A kind that made  you not weak but
         aweary  by  adverse  tide;
  Then sat yourself  before me in  quiet
          unease,  sweet  mournful
 Letting go of all. you truly are,  all you
          could  really  do--
So much lost to  an unfair world  that
          neither  revered the beautiful,
  Nor shielded  its weak  from its
          cruel  cold! a world  that had no
               chance for  you--
An indifferent  world that never knew
          you for real,  for true.

                          -by Hakim Kassim.
                           (d. Dec. 14. 2021)
Hakim Kassim Mar 25
This is what happens
      when your own
         past--
Twisting and turning
      with you at some
         midnight hour-
  Becomes you, all
      over again at once,
          all too fast,
Overlapping you,
       heart and soul,
          strenuous in
              power;
   Precious memories
          posted to
             unchartered
                future;
Each note of thought
      wearily clings, too
          often
  But a scene with
       yourself,
          demanding
             an answer,
Yet within past
       content, drifting
           you to
              give-in, just to
                soften
  The unintelligible
     trail, past wishes
        revived in ardor: For, without the pain
     of the past, can
        there be future?

            
                    -by
        Hakim H. Kassim.
      (d. March 25, 2024)
Mar 23 · 79
-'MayChild '93.'
Hakim Kassim Mar 23
(to Amal)
Musical Child of May, spirit fierce  and
                   fair!
  Born to Spring when the cricket cheers,
                   or
Drowsy nightingale weeps in melody, to
                  beget
  A new breed that in future glory may
                  rhyme--
Here to the twenty, and a thousand to
                  come,
  Of all your soft and moon-lit mid-May
                  eves.
Strange how much change the passing
                  day reveals,
  Stranger yet how your heart, sweet
                  child, stays  in love; ever-truer,
Blind to what was or will be said. Glow!
   MayChild of that immortal season,  
                  ancient friend
To Hyades that forever mourn and weep
                  for their slain.
  Pray, MayChild, to lift a lowered world
                 up to a higher ground:
Pray for Mulki, avid, able, so full of life,
  And for him who from womb to tomb
                 trod his way too soon;
Pray for Leyla, hostage to a future
                 brighter than can be said,
  And for this one, humbled and defiant if
                 broken they say;
Pray for Ilham, a beauty that will burn
                another Troy,
  And for Kamal, princely and tall and to
                reign;
Pray for Fatah, to whom Allah left
               enlightening common minds,
  And for Sahardid, gifted with what for
               so many in envy crave;
Pray for Guled, made of the rare,  born
               for the  best;
Pray, MayChild, for mean and  hateful
               were not  said of you--
   Pray for us now and at the hour of our
               birth!
Tender  Star of May, beauty  blessed
               before her birth!
  Rich and loyal in  love, as  some are not,
Forget not: the ways of the are not those
               of  love:
  In a rugged world where  brutes tread
               their  petty ways of hate,
They break the heart that  shows love in
               full faith;
Venus, who versed you well in perfumed
             gardens of Spring,
  Knew that men's promise and trust
             vanish with the fleeting hour:
Consider Echo who, for love sincere,
             became  but a faint voice--
  Consider one might not be so loved by
             whom one loves so deep!
                                                           ­           
                                -by Hakim H. Kassim.
                                 (d. May 15, 1993)
Feb 4 · 75
-Not Again.
Hakim Kassim Feb 4
No, I do not, cannot
      hope to bear,
  I would not summon
      my soul once again,
To be serious in love,
     and care and dare
  To wear its colors
     and expect to
       remain sane;
For my heart, any
     heart! can be
      'moved' only once!
Thus no more, my
     dear, I do not care
        to go that way,
  To suffer woes in
     needless hope
       without excuse,
For how should I hope
    every night and day
  To "own" another
     whom I met by
        mere chance?
So you may thus
     remain  'in -love' or
       'indifferent,' as
          you please!
                      
                 -by
        Hakim­ Kassim.
   (d. January 30, 2024)
Jan 3 · 113
-expression no.11.
Hakim Kassim Jan 3
(for Khadija Abukar)
already you're in my
    my mind,
more than only a
    friend,

i met you hustled
    and felt tender call
      of soul, yet find
        myself in
            wonder,

my heart leaps up at
   the sound
of your voice, as if
    i'm abound;

though far away
    apart by oceans,
       my soul mingles,
          high emotions,

and from day's toil
   comes to seem
relaxed, at home in
   my dream where
     every night i meet  
        you,
you with the Light
   that'll save, too--

for it's been as we
   met, and is, true in
     stars that you may
       as well
        are the Promise;

you easily sit by me
   and soften
this poor soul of
   mine, which often

finds himself too
   much lost in
     your eyes,
        and thinking of
          you, all the
             'whys'

in my mind of this
   cold, cold world,
simply disappear,
   leaving me bold

enough in my heart
   to dare cope
     with whatever--
       there's with you
          hope:

everything is happily
   open in the future,
only if you and I will
   act mature!

                     -by
           Hakim Kassim.
Dec 2023 · 220
-expression no.17.
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
fatigued hope
weary steps.
ultimates--
   in surplus
" . . .do what's right."
dreams discarded.
times tried.
keys found.
years lost.
casts made,
casts kept:
hearts broken.
lengths paced.
parts on a limb.
"do as good men
   would!"
omens and murky sighs.
time will draw-in soon--
future becomes
   yesterday
where are YOU?
where, the dreams . . .
.  . . your paved face?
   (d. November 07, 2017)
Dec 2023 · 102
-expression no.16.
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
Gorgeous eyes to
   soothe,
I see in you a heart
   of  truth;
TENA, you're already
   more than a friend-
For all day today,
   you were on my
       mind!
A fresh face, touched
     with rare grace;
From deep within
   your eyes and face,
Sweet TENA, answer
    for me all possible  
     whys:
Why should I seek
     another--
Yes, I just want us
     together!
                -by
     Hakim Kassim.
     (d. Jan 12, 2019
       /Jigjjiga)
Dec 2023 · 189
-expression no.15.
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
THE PROPOSAL- (1).

just lost in your eyes,
for they are THE
   answer to my whys!;
day and night, it's for
   you my soul weeps,
and  my poor heart for
   yours pleads,
for I love you so, by
   the exreme,
seeing well we belong to
    the same stream:
so between your *******
    let me thrive,
there to rejoice in all
    love and life!
i do not mean less than
   for keeps
for my heart numbs at
   the mention of your
     name,
O Love true & deep.
    -d.September 23, 2018.
Dec 2023 · 93
-expression no.13.
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
the future,
an open voucher.
"son, it'll all be well:"
something wise to tell!
borrowings from the
   dark--
unexpected emotions to
   embark.
hefty hopes,
but only present
   moment copes.
foresight in eyes
means mind in sighs.
his son's point opposes,
trust in dad crosses.
in sound judgement?
not positive in
   movement!
felt brokenness,
betrayed and bitterness.
hate gave way to anger.
a loose hanger.
quite a weight to
   borrow,
so much in needless
   sorrow.
get a gun on the street--
"get to go on that beat!"
all's been the seeds
of murderous deeds.
counsel of possibility?
his was only blood in
   actuality.
a late fall evening,
and a clear sky with no
   meaning:
'tabula rasa of my own--
sailing to the unknown:
the morrow as a
   by-gone,
why, ride the bull by the
   horn!'
feverish turn.
partying with her you
   burn.
armies on the go.
none but their own to
   bow.
the goal straight-
   -crowned,
what can go wrong?
dissipated dreams.
blood in streams.
foggy night grab the
   gun.
shot dad in the head and
   ran.
'unreal city!'
thought he's good and
   witty.
familiarity is a creed.
murdering your dad is
   not a treat.
in the mind lingers the
   stain.
hate'll deface your
   brain.
denial would be lonely
   grief.
regret will tarnish you
   like a falling leaf.
treasury to inherit now
   becomes but a waif:
how does a sweet past
   vouchsafe?
-NOTE: the words quoted in line 43 (" 'unreal city' ") are from T. S. Eliot's Wasteland.
Dec 2023 · 85
-expression no. 12.
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
MEMORIES.

where there's no one,
i rejoice a whole
      world!

with nothing on
      the ground,
i hear but love in
      sound;

with nothing to
     see in eyes,
i alone enjoy
     green fields;

when there's for
     me no beat
gabriel lends his
     hand to complete;

smiling faces by
     me stand,
eager to hold me
     in hand;

all i've is not
    today's world:
for i find new joy
    in the old.

for all my joy there's
    but one place
      where i run, time
         and again.
where i play in
    its blessed rain.

there i never feel
    alone--
but feel, know i
    am the one.

alot of me ftom today
    is left kept and hid,
so much of me
    there is lit!

not a thing for
    me is vain,
what a world of
    joy to gain:

for there i no
   more grieve.
there is but joy to
   weave--

not anymore for
    me to miss,
all joy is mine at
   will, this!

             -by
   Hakim Kassim.
  d. June 08, 2017.
Dec 2023 · 98
-To Nimco Abdiselam-2.
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
I see it glowing in
   your eye, so new,
  And on those hips
     of yours, tender
         and lean,
Hosting Beauty in all
   its breadth and
     depth, I see the
        dew
  Of a new dawn in
     my heart and
       soul, to win
A new horizon
   abrim with joy and
      with you lived in
         peace;
  Like Aurora in
     early-dawn  mist
       carrying those
          'milky thighs'
             that forever
               men's
                hearts deem
  To beat too fast,
    speechless in the
     quiet utter loss
In truelove's holy
    light, unable to
     awake, or dream
  And so is my heart
     in your  palms,
       whatever you
          say, wherever
             you go,
No words can
   express what in my
       heart wanes,
  What feelings, what
      thoughts, what
       hopes in want--
Nor how to your
   ignorance I cannot
     explain my pains,
  What with your
      love I see and
        know,
          you just can't
Imagine in your best
   mind, all things
     being equal:
  Of Joy, and Love,
     and all in holy
         light
Of truelove; but alas!
     as theirs is a
       cry without
          content,
  The moth and the
      star, so truelove
         for you will
           only be dream
             of night,
Never to breathe
   daylight,  never to
      live what was
        meant
  With Joy,
    unconditioned
      love with no
       second-thoughts;
Your "Hi," said with
    a tremble of soul,
     with a defensive
        smile,
  Still self-conscious--
     treading with
       needless pain,
Worries about
   tomorrows over
      which you hardly
        control for even
          a while,
  And second-
     thoughts that in
        our love you
         cannot explain,
Though in your
   mind you sport it--
     where's the joy of
       love you're
         supposed to
           live, anyway?
                     -by
      Hakim H. Kassim.
      (d. July 31, 2023/
       Jigjiga)
Dec 2023 · 192
-expression no. 14
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
(for Muhubo Ali-Nur)

LOVE.

morning breeze.
the world at ease.

cordial days--
onward, in blessed ways.

your future in another.
wanting to be together.

. . .wishing on a star?
oh, in love we are!

trusting the unknown future--
for with desire we act mature.

will there be a broken heart?
we'll never be apart!

for keeps, forever:
to fall out? never.

my idea of the pure?
well, she's my only lure.

eclipses in soul,
for time's no one's fool.

so much goedwith the  good--
so much good above mind and mood!

            
                                   -by  Hakim Kassim.
                                     (June 08, 2017).
Dec 2023 · 88
-expression no. 6.
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
LOVE LOST-1.

alone you had for
   me the words to
       soothe,
you alone could
   touch my heart in
       truth--

you remember first
    you  kissed
       without a sigh,
and that answered
   for me any
       possible why;

you called-out to my
    soul for home,
and I then sought
    myself no longer
       to roam,

and ever since then I find you close and
    dear,
never too far away, you were always
       near:

no more! for you're on my lap no
       more! no more!
so much alone here's sickening and
      sore!

in the bleak December eve dark
   with wintry
       breeze,
in my only thought
   are but images
      of you grasping,
         to caress --

and over the fire of
    my , O! dream that
       never was, as I in
     my mind fall into
        unquiet pose:

a willing casualty in
    anticipated dream that, with me, has
          become but a soul in stream--

of tears, of pain and
    love, of you--
stark reality, an ever-
    flowing end
        too!
                 -by
    Hakim H. Kassim.
Dec 2023 · 62
-expression no. 9.
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
TO HER I BELONG.

silence on lips,
in heart it all kills!

real love calms and
   grows--
like a well-nurtured
   rose,

ever-blooming
  through the years,
never stained by
  doubt and fears.

here she loves and
   cannot give her
      hand,
I'm in deep need for
   someoneto
      understand:

you're always on my
   mind!'
I've nothing left to
  lose behind---

all and only to gain
  you is before me:
God, would that it
  were left as it
     would be!
                -by
      Hakim H. Kassim.
       (d.Sept.23.2018)
Dec 2023 · 69
-The Library Girl.
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
The library girl

Sits alone, absorbed
    in ghostly in
      ghostly ancient
         Greeks--
In the deathless
   thoughts of what
      once was
Passionate Sappho
   or truthful
      Sophocles;

Trying  tirelessly to
    chaunt their
       language,
To revive their
    gleam out of dry
       pages,
For long hours
    devoting to get
       back, back to
          them,
As she finally falls
    asleep in her
       exhaustion;

A homage is paid to
    the old 'Glory' in
       nap meditation,
And as this heavenly
    beauty travels
       through history's
          clock,
Safe in library
   warmth from the
      discomfort of
         winter snow,


The desk-lamp
   twinkles: It's time
      to go!
                 by
     Hakim H. Kassim.
Dec 2023 · 68
-'for keeps.'
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
My love is as much
     as ocean,
  My vision as deep
     and true,
My intent in holy
     name of devotion;
  Mine for keeps cast
     on ocean's blue!
          
                    -by
          Hakim Kassim.
         -d. June 29, 2023
          /Jigjiga.
Dec 2023 · 90
-expression no. 8.
Hakim Kassim Dec 2023
slightly expectant--
loosely hopeful,
investing in process.
slow.
hopes indefinite.
inversions--in heart.
reflection--in motion.
the  core--in a
     passing smile.
future is had.
raindrops.
evening walk.
lone self.
imaginings.
her exact look?
... heavenly eyes?
a world in balance.
thoughtfulness.
patience.
waiting, but why?
open hand,
a palm in need!
on my own, what?
love, and thought.
                -by
        HakimKassim.
Nov 2023 · 70
-To Nimco Abdiselam.
Hakim Kassim Nov 2023
(to  NAH_)

-REAL LOVE.

i see it all over and  with
   you,
all i ever needed
  and  want, love so true;

i see it in your eyes all
  aflame-
looking at you, inside I
  cannot  remain the
     same;

maybe minds,  Dearest,
  but hearts know not
    how to lie,
and so, Beloved,
  so  revered, I just
    wouldn't talk by

to My heart's  Beloved,
  not to  you,
i know language
  of  heart is true, sweet,
    holy and so true--

let's rejoice that
  we finally found one
       another;
for you and me, 
   Dearest, there's no
      other.
  
                     -by
              Hakim Kassim.
            (-d. July 19, 2023)
Nov 2023 · 94
expression no. 2.
Hakim Kassim Nov 2023
Jigjiga.

bygone pleasures.
outside,
looking in.
insistences.
cold January.
missing link.
battling shore.
windy evenings.
no point trying
    for it now.
summer is not close.
i nor love nor hate as
     such--
our love IS more than
     that:
i am used to Jigjiga!
           -by
Hakim Kassim.
Hakim Kassim Nov 2023
You would not be,
You could not be,
Without drawing me
Into you 'mood,'
   on anything
        yours,
******* me around
     just for  the heck to
        see!

  And carry  me close--
     your 'loved' son
For whom you
     wanted to be the
         one
In charge and in your
     seat after you're
         gone;
And so I laid all else
     aside, faithful to
        your call,
So heard your word
     alone, and only at
        your nod had it
           done!

Then you were
     nightly fed evil
      misunderstanding,
As loving hearts too
     often are prone to
         slipping
On malicious dice cast
     by envious others,
        like 'echoes
           travelling
From the center like
     horses' wildly let
           loose--
Ah, and the brother
     who so wept to you
          over my
             sorrowing!

  I was mistaken---
As one of them days I
    had to awaken
Just to learn that you
    were taken
In death, and left a
     denial of my little
        rightful due:
'A will' contradicting
     the Qur'an, with
       father's love
          proven false and
             forsaken!

How night and day I
      stood by you and
          more, a willing
              sacrifise
At your fingertips, no
      question devoted
          without lies,
Deferential, tireless--
      surest among your
         ties,
I lived entire years
     suffering, accepting
Blame for anything
     that came to your
         mind without
           asking 'whys .'

They who put false
     love in token arms
Around your deluded
    dying head with
       seeming charms,
And falsely called
    whatever words
       you uttered
         'perfect
            and wise'--
Who led you to
     deviate from Allah's Holy Word
And thus corrupt your
     love as father, and
        so die in
          foresaken
             esteem--

Came around your
    coffin the day you
       died, perchance
To lift their heads up
    boldly, and with
       your 'will' in hand
          trace
Every bit of every
     thing that ever
        belonged to you--
           at once
A final heartbreak
     showing that
       together we didn't
          belong in spirit,
And that love, like me,
     was a mere
        pastime to you
          albeit parental
             disguise!
                                    
   (December 18, 2021)
NOTE: The quotation in the 13th and 14th lines ('echoes . . .horse') is borrowed from Sylvia Plath's poem "Words" (dated February 01, 1963--just ten days before her death by suicide at age 30.)

(-personal note: In light of evident emotional weight that I borne while preparing this poem, in particular, I only wish to remark that 'hindsight,' while helping me
if only generally (i.e. as a writer), did nothing to ease genuine disappointment or ******-emotional trauma in actual event thereof, or at any rate distance experience of parental abuse into intellectual categorization whatsoever.)
Nov 2023 · 201
-expression no. 4.
Hakim Kassim Nov 2023
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.
Nov 2023 · 970
-It Goes On.
Hakim Kassim Nov 2023
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.
Jul 2023 · 93
-Resolve.
Hakim Kassim Jul 2023
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)
Jun 2023 · 306
-expression no. 3.
Hakim Kassim Jun 2023
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.
Hakim Kassim Jun 2023
(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.
May 2023 · 95
-To A_____.
Hakim Kassim May 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)
Mar 2023 · 159
-Fragments of Soul.
Hakim Kassim Mar 2023
i've not been  given a chance.
to speak out my  mind,
let alone pour  out my  soul at once;
i 'm still seeking a way  to bind
wound i suffered that remain tense,
on myself and on others i love,
forever vivid and true  in real sense--
a surreal weight over my soul
      unwilling to move.

                            -by Hakim Kassim.
                             (d. March 01, 2023)
Feb 2022 · 100
-expression no.7.
Hakim Kassim Feb 2022
nods, gracious,
quiet harmonious.

reborn gleam?
recalling the  dream.

wanting . . .
feeling.

siezed in wonder,
left to ponder.

sound  in  melody:
some  sign--suddenly!

no, don't be too curious,
it'll leave you serious!

heart cries,
time flies---

mind tries,
the eye sighs--:

words over ocean---
hope in motion.

truly harmless,
not a license for
    happiness.

look deep down inside,
beyond bounds of pride:

'no more excuses,'
the poetic mind muses

my hand grabs  your
   thigh,
but you left without
    a 'bye,'

ah-and to where 'lost?'
when I  need you  most?
     -by Hakim H. Kassim.
      (d.Jan.25.2022)
Hakim Kassim Feb 2022
"Leaves of Life" (1990)
      
But the bonds of birth,
   of life and its toils,
Planted by me
  Becoming, never Being,
To the bright hearts
  of those 'forever loves,'
Cherished by them,
  though glorified by me
     only,
Stand tall against my
  thought of  trip.
Many a time have I sunk
  in deep thought,
Wet and trapped like
   a caught fish, in doubt,
Many a time have I
   heard my heart aloud!
The riches and rages
   Nature endowed  upon
      us,
And the laughs by Fate
   at those who fail,
While hand in hand
   working together,
Reward each of us
   by  merits of known
     deeds:
Peace to him who
   persists in action,
To him poverty who
   rests in pestilent
      wealth--
For the world belongs to
   him who knows how!
Oct 2018 · 236
Time-and Place--2.
Hakim Kassim Oct 2018
(for Ifrah Osman Dahir)

The purposeful look,
    a passing smile--
My eyes fixed at a
    whole world all the
       while--

A world of joy
    through figure
       lean and smooth,
And what a world
    you're for my cares
      to soothe;

By a sudden turn you
    look at me with an
      amused frown,
Caught me off-guard,
    my eyes hurry to be
       withdrawn:

Yet deep in me
    somewhere you
      caress and touch,
Speechless, I'm lost in
   your lean figure  
     maybe to match--

For you're to me of
   that indelible Dew
      from Heaven:
No words need be
   said, you're beloved!

For I see scattered
   across your face,
For which with fiery
   desire I yearn to
       gaze;

Ss if you sought to
    clasp a stretched
          caring hand,
I need love, a heart
    willing to
       understand;

Your cheeks are rosy,
   though you seem
      not to care,
I have nothing to give
   but all my heart--all
      and bare!

You seem somewhat
    tired with this
      indifferent this
        uncaring world:
Yet I hear and see you
    up and happy, not
       as cold;

No one grows sick
    and tired of love,
And the unrest in
    your face sighs for
      a move

To come--the saving
   Knight on a
     Horseback:
Can I be the lucky guy
   no less the worse?
              
                   -by
            Hakim Kassim.
           (-d.Oct. 31, 2018)
May 2017 · 352
Wild Wishes.
Hakim Kassim May 2017
Wild wishes, too high for worldly tries,
  Celestial glows that do not fit into Time
          and Place,
Lost love's tormented hopes and  cries,
  Come with fresh face at my dooryard.

Wild wishes, desires  that cannot be
         quenched in poor world's weak
             arms,
  Joys treading my footsteps from Heaven
        above,
  All my loves long ago, my sweet
        heart-felt urges,
Of all I ever seek, of all I ever wanted
         in heart,
Beckon to lead me to Higher Houses of
         content.

  Wild wishes, her face, her eyes, and the
         love I have for her,
FeelingsI cannot put aside no matter
       what,
The deep-felt dream of uniting with her
        in truth,
She comes to me riding high on Wild
       Wishes for my hand!
Sep 2016 · 589
Requiem.
Hakim Kassim Sep 2016
Lovers that apart
   might
Reclaim their
   mastery over

Their wry hearts
   again,
And with
   pretentious smile

Might mask their
    wounds.
But you, lovel who
     departed

To sleep under the
   quiet grass,
That you may in
    solitude find

The peace with earth
         divorced,
Left me alone, a
    
broken  heart:

Our promise of yore
   is now no more!
Nor can my
   weakened spirit
      peace attain,

Nor can
   remembered love
      bring me relief;
Nor can gloom offer
    me release,

Nor to any distraction give
         myself;
By divine chance we
    happily met,

And by divine plan
   we're now apart,
As this year's grief
   teaches me in
      truth:

Consider the death
    of one so loved,
Merely such love's
    polite recusal!
   -by Hakim Kassim.
  NOTE: This poem, "Requiem," was made in honor of my father, Dr. Hussein S. A. S. Kassim, written soon after his death in March of 1994.
Sep 2016 · 346
expression no. 1.
Hakim Kassim Sep 2016
hot.
humid.
dream in the dark.
wet thoughts.
drowsy nightingales.
hemingway's tight-tongued
     heroes.
summer shower.
july miracle:
do we mistake love for lust?    
     -by Hakim H. Kassim.
Sep 2016 · 736
expression no. 10.
Hakim Kassim Sep 2016
dust.
crowds.
rain.
'asc?' voice of a young
        girl--
belated recognition.
summer at end.
smile.
love-laden look.
silence of--
promises scribbled
       inside.
hope.
heart.
thought.
walking home!
'a world without end.'

      -by Hakim Kassim.
       (Sept.04.2016)
Sep 2016 · 256
'Beauty of the World!'-3.
Hakim Kassim Sep 2016
Beauty of the
  world, don't we
    so belong?
Say--oh, say it to
  my beating
    heart!
Or, if in too much
  nerve you can't,
Just jump, jump
  onto me so fast!

Angel in spring,
  don't you see
    my heart torn
      wide open,
Unable with life's
  turmoil tocope--
A living
  testimony of the
      ways
By which one
  finger alone
   doesn't wash a
     face!
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