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Zoe Mae Aug 2021
Leo cracks a joke
But the moon's not in the mood
Grudgingly she grins
Zoe Mae Aug 2021
Choking on your words
Tried swallowing them for years
Time to spit them out
hazem al jaber Aug 2021
My poet ...

she is ...
it's you ...
and my words are still ...
it just flows to you ...
like a crazy river ...
driven by your madness ...
it's estuary ...
your crazy sea ...
which it drown ...
to the depth ...
since i felt you ...

yes angel mine ...
it's your heart ...
where all my feelings...
and my madness words  ...
are dwelling ...
inside you ...
and only for you ...
and it will keep running ...
with non stop ...
as the blood flows ...
running within veins ...
to my heart ...
because of you ...
and because why ...
i housed you there ...
saved you inside ...
as the poet ...
a lover ...
to keep writing you  ...
as what i feel for you ...


Hazem al ...
In the dark, I see your face lined, a silhouette.
Your eyes tracing me as I pace around you along the warm blankets of my bed.
Leaning over, a kiss so soft, plush and impulsive, knowing you're mine, you are here and nothing else at the moment matters.
Warm rhythm of sensations fill our energies, whilst the sound of your wet kiss leaving a wet stain unto my lips...
I love you,
Yes, I do.
Being with you is the shelter when my heart searches for a home,
a home to call to when none other is there, but forever you will be locked into the beat of my heart.
Nat Lipstadt Jul 2021
Dear Nat,
come back to bed!

walk my hallways,
then upon my shoulder sleep,
rest in my nooks
soft, well worn, cosy crannies,
let your face go slack,
get back jack,
to where you always belong

I know too well
what ails thee,
and know no answers easy,
found walking around
an old creaky house's
groaning discordant concordance
of mystery sounds

do come back to bed!
I'll call you babe,
kiss those temples
rock 'n rolling,
soothing  them with
adagio classics from
the 1950's

I'll think of something
just back, bed bunk with me
your roommate of sole
****** sunset years

let you write poems on my tummy,
gurgling with the pleasure of
skin and words tender entwining,
just come back to bed,
pillow deep, fund the sleep
you desperate need,
from my countenance and body,
yours, no needy for asking,
just take what you're needing,
be my man,
be my child,
and come back to bed,
my still crazy man
after all these years,
before leaving me
sleepy smiling,
from a job well done

1/14/2015
hazem al jaber Jul 2021
My love ...

Is it a beautiful life...
or it's your existence...
who added beauty to the life...
and to every morning ...
that i  breathe with love ...
after a long dream ...
about you ...
with a wishes to meet...
as dream ...
that i got ...

Is the morning breeze...
and the songs of the birds...
and the smell of my coffee...
it makes my morning so great...
or it's you...
and the smell of your breathe...
which I live so madly ...
that added the beauty...
and the sweet tasty ...
for my great coffee ...

Yes darling ...
my sweetheart ...
it's you ...
the beautiful of the life ...
for my life ...
always ...

Hazem al ...
hazem al jaber Jul 2021
Lady of my tower ...

wherever i go ...
wherever i be...
even in any dreams ...
you should be ...
only ...
with me ...
and for me ...
and all time ...
you are mine ...

as i'm captivated by you ...
with your charming face ...
and every part ...
lives in you ...
especially your heart ...
which i feel and hear ...
with it's beats ...

you too also ...
and you know ...
how mad i am about you ...
captivated by me ...
in an imaginary of my tower...
you live in ...
to keep living you ..
despite the distance ...
every second i do ...

lady mine ...
you will never ...
leave my head ...
and it's imaginary ...
so ,..
come and live the reality ...
with me ...

hazem al ...
hazem al jaber Jul 2021
My crazy love ...

You ...
and the night ...
and your madness ...
and your rioter ...
every night with me...
crazier ...
more than my madness ...
even i ...
respectfully...
kneeled in ...
with pleasure ...
for this madness ...
because you are ...
the wine ...
that tamed my madness ...
and got me drunk ...
the whole night ...
with every night ...
without alcohol ...
to drown in you ...
and in your seas ...  
there while ...
no escape from it ...
for all my life ...
drown there ...
within your madness ...

Oh, lady...
my crazy lady ...
to my all nights ...
who drove me ...
madly for her ...
and only you ...
while no one ...
able to drive me crazy ...
as you always do ...


Hazem Al ...
Andrew Layman Jul 2021
Demanding loyalty
being bonded to a pax romana,
contract or treaty
and craving attention
from all that I see
just as our fathers
and mothers before us
just as any good creator would do
I am focused on the worship of me.
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