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hazem al jaber Aug 2021
It's your gift ...

would you accept a gift ...
it's a red gift ...
stay between a ribs ..
beats with a nicely music ...
it beats ...
sings as a song ...
with your name ...
it's there ...
inside me ...
would you ...
accept my heart ...

it's the heart ...
heart of me ...
hidden for all ...
no one can see ...
except you ...
and only it ...
belongs for you ...
because it's you ...
and only you  ...
who you deserve ...
this gift ...
which it ...
part of me ...

would you accept my heart ...

hazem al ...
hazem al jaber Aug 2021
Your name ...

is still hanging ...
between my lips ...
since the morning start ...
while i'm sipping ...
the first sip of my coffee ...
to give me it's delicious ...
with every sip ...
because of your name ...
and the beauty of your face ...
which it drawn ...
onto the cup of my coffee ...
to made me take more sips ...
to keep kissing this sweet face ...
until the last sips ...
with my all lust desires ...
to get you so deep inside me ...
while i'm sipping you all ...
to get my revive ...
and to start the morning ...
a fresh morning ...
only with you ...
to let my letters ...
and my all words ...
runs for a new poetry ...
to be created ...
because of your name ...
which it always hanging ...
between my lips ...

good morning ...

hazem al ...
hazem al jaber Jul 2021
Your name ...

i wrote your name ...
on the edge of the river ...
to let every one ...
see your name ...
that you are my lover ...

i wrote your name there ...
wrote it ...
with a heart's draw ...
heart of mine ...
and asked the river ...
asked it ...
to run speedy ...
with all flowers ...
to where you there ...
to let you know ...
and feel ...
how madly i am ...
about you ...
my sweet lover ...

i wrote ...
i still writing ...
and will keep do ...
your name ...
with my all poems ...

hazem al ..
hazem al jaber Jul 2021
Your breast ...

is this a breast , Madam ...
or it is a cluster ...
from a bunch of grapes ...
flowing with longing ...
to a mouth ...
that exhausted by thirst ...
longs to it's honey ...
as a bee always longs ...
to get refresh ...
inside the soul ...
from the cluster ...
of this breast ...
your breast sweetheart ...

then she said ...
yes it is ...
it's yours ...
this breast ...
it's a sweet one ...
as an apple swollen ...
drown with beautiful image ...
inside it for you ...
a tasty sweet charm wine ...
for no one created ...
created just for you ...
to enjoy this breast of mine ...

then she said again ...
come for me ...
come to my sweet breast ...
get whatever you pleased ...
from it's wine ...
with a beautiful kisses ...
until you get drunk ...
of my tasty wine ...
and keep all the night do ...
with a lot of kisses ...

it's yours ...
those ******* ...
keep me enjoying ...
your kisses ...

hazem al ...
hazem al jaber Jul 2021
Draw your face ...

asked my pen ...
to draw your face...
could you do ...
how could it draw you...
your face ...
by words ...
could it be ...
could my pen ,do ...
to draw this charming face ...
how could it can ...
to draw yours eyes ...
which it more deep than a seas ...
and all oceans ...

and what about those lips ...
which they as a beautiful rose ...
into a heart's garden of this face ,,,

my pen got wordless for a while ...
and shyly answered ...
really i wish to do ...
but my ink ...
Failed to draw this beauty face ...

hazem al ...
Path Humble Apr 2021
”against your will were you created,
against your will were you born,
against your will do you live,
against your will will you die, and
against your will will you stand in judgment before the
King of kings, the Holy One, blessed be He.”

Rabbi Elazar HaKappar (C.170 - C.200 CE)
(Ha Kappar: the one who made and gave atonement)

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in these, the years of my erosive declination,
when the noble prize, time for introspection,
once was a chore of delaying, now no longer can be off-put,
the certainties of Elazar, offer guidable satisfactions


the nighttime review, resurrecting my life, the gaps,
the untaken actions, those dream-schemes speak loudest,
memories of what should have been, are a litany of what ifs,
prosecutorial accusations of crass wastage


against my will, the charges brought,
against my will, plead guiltily my innocence,
against my will, knowingly, time’s erasure judgment,
secures my fate, all the granular cells causal dissipation


my warped willingness to be a coward,
it was my meditative, to natural be the lesser man,
choosing the safety premise, the road most oft trod,
the addition of my meager totality, willing given


Even if all these land mine/roadblocks
and summary judgements are against my will,
willingly do I confess, in all innocence, my guilt,
“if it be my will”
You attack my heart
With honey
Eye
I lose it
and ask where?
Do you go

I have ne attract
Except my faith
I steel; your heart
Only with me

Return my heart
I will do
Draw , draw
one feels ne can overlap and beat any one. but one can occupy the important thing. heart
everything passes good
every thing will be good
when you only look
with your shine good
and attractive carrying every atom
in every heart of the solid mount
to be soil and go as fluid

want no which is that?
your heart
good thing will pass good when you look at
hazem al jaber Mar 2021
Your charming perfume ..
sneaked into me  ...
within my soul ...
took me ...
out of nowhere ...
where i don't know
to no where  ...
there ...
where are you  ...
where always ...
my soul roams for you ...
to play with my breaths ...
hymns of love ...
to sing it ...
with my mind ...
as love song ...
sings with your name ...
to fly so high ...
while singing  your name ...
to break up ...
the distance ...
between us ...
to be with you ...
inside your nest's heart ...
there where could you be ...

your charming perfume ...
is always ...
my pathway ...
where i get you ...

hazem al ..
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