As part of my ribs, my eyes proclaim your name
Estastic rays spreads in my body
As your gazellic light show me how to write poems
You dance in my chest

Where no one sees you
Only me, sees the sight of your art
Design like clouds above
In your undying light I learn how to love

And make poems proclaim your wonder
As you throb in my heart with beautiful lust
A voice that rings in my heart
A drumsound that rises the sleeping air

And echoing deeply as I worship your portrait
Your beauty ignites peace and love in me
As I genuflect on the sacred liquid of my lips
Love me now so everyone sees you're beautiful
As the hanging sky, only me resides in you

In freedom we swim as bird in wide bed of the sky
Spreading our wings in narrow **** paradise
Where everlasting leaves house us by
That my eyes impregnate the chambers of your womb

Written by
Martin Ijir

Words flare my eyes
My eyes stare at you
Rising above like steam
You're the one I dream of

Written by
Martin Ijir

She looked at her pier-glass
Nail polishes drying
With half open lids
Her toes were colored once may be
You can get it from the toes
Green
Or pink
I don't know
Maybe red
She cried in her look
What happened to her womanly freshness?!
That says I'm beautiful
I know a woman
Who wears mustache
Do not make fun of her
Where is her womanly freshness?!
That says she is beautiful
That cut her hair
Blue scarves turned black
She cried in her look
Her tears reaching her lips
Starring at the corner
Pink colors were coming
Turning to deer
Green colors were going
Laughing
It had dolphins
It had blue color...
My bin
still has a clockwork doll
Handless
With green eyes
In her white gossamer dress still
singing
Dancing
Still happy
She can be happy
She can fall in love
With other clockwork dolls that sing
That were kids...
What if
I fall in love in the streets
With stared eyes
I will say hello to the passengers
When the trees
Make love too
What if I love you on the same
street with no address
It is said the laughter of maniacs is beautiful
It has simplicity
I have worn my childhood clothes
I'm mad...
She grew up
She dosen't know the walls
She has no mother
And waits to possess a pass anger
Do not make fun of her
Her womanly freshness...
It is said
I don't write poems

میز توالت اش را نگاه می کرد
لاک هایی با دری نیمه باز
که خشک می شدند
شاید می شد از ناخن پایش فهمید
زمانی رنگ داشتند
سبز
...یا صورتی
نمی دانم
...قرمز
در نگاهش گریست
طراوت زنانه اش کو!؟
که می گویند من زیبایم
زنی را می شناسم
سیبیل می گذارد
مسخره اش نکنید
طراوت زنانه اش کو!؟
که می گویند زیباست
که موهایش را بریدند
روسری هایی آبی
مشکی می شوند
در نگاهش گریست
اشک هایش تا گوشه ی لبش می رسیدند
به کنج دیوار که زل می زد
صورتی ها می آمدند
آهو می شدند
سبز ها می رفتند
می خندیدند
دلفین داشت
...آبی داشت
صندوقچه ی من
عروسک کوکی ای را دارد
بی دست
با یک چشم سبز
در لباس سفید توردارش
هنوز می خواند
می رقصد
شاد است
می تواند شاد باشد
عاشق شود
عاشق عروسک های کوکی دیگری
...که آواز خواندند
...بچه بودند
چه می شود که اگر
در کوچه ها عاشق شوم
چشمانم خیره باشد
سلام رهگذری را پاسخ خواهم گفت
وقتی درختان هم
هم آغوشی دارند
چه می شود که اگر
در همان کوچه ای که چشم ها
خوابیده اند
نامم را می پرسی
عاشق تو باشم
نشانی ندارد
که می گویند
خنده های دیوانگان زیباست
سادگی دارد
من
لباس کودکی هایم را
به تن کرده ام
دیوانه ام
بزرگ شد
دیوارها را نمی شناسد
مادر ندارد
و منتظر می ماند
تا رهگذری را مال خود کند
مسخره اش نکنید
...طراوت زنانه اش
که می گویند من شعر نمی گویم

wish I was small in sunny days
a summer light breeze could lead me further
someone would call from beyond the maze
of winter freeze and draw me to her
eyes that are grey can't see behind the stains
of blurring stars and bleeding sun
I wish I could stay or silence the rain
the solid bars of all that's undone

nights in the snow when all you know
is a velvet breath and all you long for
light is the stain a ball without a chain
the sweetest death might make you strong
your gaze becomes ice tow crystal rollerdice
the trembling ground what have you done
I wish I could wake as the walls start to quake
from the impossible sound of air that leaves the sun
a summer breeze begun
of air that leaves the breathing sun


The White Birch ~ Breathe
Taken from the album''Star is Just a Sun'' (2002). For any further information please visit: http://www.facebook.com/thewhitebirch

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While going you ask me, May I go
Now you tell me, What should I reply?
Seeing you going, I feel as the fire of
My own lamp is burning my home, I'm shocked.

Some may recite a sad song or play on flute
But now my own mind does not belong to body
As your spirit do not own your body, but
Wasting water on a withered plant in backyard

Just think the loneliness of the deserted journey
No partner in another way in the hot sand of weeds
There is no noise, but it is very difficult for the bird to fly
That a sun can hide in the sun in the burning sky

Life is not the same when you see the mirror alone
The veil lifts and you go away with the fast breeze
and the flesh of the young fruits prompt to the breast
Now you do not even support yourself to as water in palm

I know many stories and tales of Laila Majnoo, Heer Raanjha
But, when dude is in the aspect, so, where to find the moon
I wanted to swim with you in an ocean of unlimited abundance
Not swimming in swimming pool, what is kept in river or ponds

Have you thought anything about your better half before going
It seems as you have deprived me of my light.lamp and oil of life

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

My world is becoming dark
Light of strength fading from my bones
Deep sleep might occur to give a rest

My strength shall be cease from my body
My soul return to nature
This might be my last words

My strength is becoming so dark
Pains of laughter kicking my eyes
I am thy now and always
I am thy feed me with your sleep

Written by
Martin Ijir

The running water of time calms life
Bearing fruits of blessings in one's day
Lasting breathing glorified nature as did plants
Sheltering a skin like a sun that shines

Moments of darkness deserves adoration
As one rest so nature rest in a transposing position
Bringing in skillful thoughts to harness human in due time
Greenish plants fade greenish plants rise

Life is a bounteous gift
Like a beautiful tribute to a dream
Up and down the sun rises and fall
Up and down our heart grow like trees

Respiratory a pain as we clasp our eye
Insect inspects us at the night
Their voices makes daylight
To come short for it's nature gift

Written by
Martin Ijir

Our mothers are as widows
We are strangers in the land of our birth
Our actions incarcerate us as we buy our wood
Our water are being sold to us by foreigners

Our necks are persecuted by the power that be
When we shout to the white sky they preferred it to be dark
We labor without no rest in scornful shame
We are slaves to our brothers that leads us

We are ruled by servants of famine
who worship poverty, corruption and injustice
As their gods, they laud themselves in economic strive
They **** our woman and send our men into creeks and sambisa forests

They took our young men to grind as their thugs during election
And their years ripe with ashes of unemployment under their watch
The joy of our heart has stop and mourning is our drumbeat
Our diversity are plowed by foxes and our land are exploited by greed

Our heart faint in joy of silence
And our eyes are cover with division
our elders indoctrinate us with ethnicity and religion
While they work upon their pocket

Can't you see?
When will you washed your scotoma?
When will you stop my persecution to get enlightenment !
Why will a soul be enlighten and live in prison?

Why will you allowed to be lead as sheep to the slaughter?
Revolt o citizen! world citizen, for your liberation shall be fun as laughter
Drink the words of my lamentations as bread and butter
for your lamentation is soury and bitter

Written by
Martin Ijir

old soldier
he struggles to free myself
from his memories

Written by
Gennady Nov

bent rice stalks
as far as the eyes can see
the golden sun

Written by
Willie Bongky

The world is a beautiful place
To live and die
Anything contrary to this is a lie
There is no abundant life on earth

Written by
Martin Ijir

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Using the ink
Before dawn after the rain
Clouds explain its floating
How to touch the heart of sun

Cadence of the chirping
Dance of the thrilling breeze
Softly, passions brighten the eyes
Painting of breath reminding midnight storms

Finding relaxation amidst the screams
Calm, shy solace fluttering in veins
Awakening in wait for ******* sunlight
Touching the new sprouting buds

A dance never ends of
glowing green round breast of trees
Seems loving you with a promise of second chance
That journey never ends and
God endlessly echoing our heart beats
In fervent everlasting bliss

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Watching my kids growing
looks like watching flowers grow
on my every look they appear different
as different as night and day

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Who told you there is no war
When mortal's spreads hate speeches
As the butter it with ***** fail desire

Who told you there is no war
When many listen to voices of drumbeat
And draw lines as they bark as dogs

Who told you there is no war
When many steals money meant for all
Leaving family behind poverty lines

Who told you there is no war
When peace sink in water
And love drown in the soil

Who told you there is no war
When peace weds nuclear products
And nuclear warships shout in protest

Who told you there is no war
When mad man are the leaders
As their words comes out as ****

Without examination who hurts
As the control fossil fuel
Lying stripe naked at the desert crying

Who told you there is no war
When the build obstacle of Rubicons
Recruit have-not as their toiling soldier

The battle of cruelty needs to end
For it is the worse war without bloodshed
As youth be co useless as they peddle in drugs
And all such of anti human behaviors

There is a war going outside
That no one is safe from
Because many cannot read or write

Either view the world as readily good
Instead they view it as readily evil
As they scavenge for their survival

The struggle for survival continues...
So the war continues...

Written by
Martin Ijir

Down to the forest
We harness our mind
Tears of freedom we create

Written by
Martin Ijir

Shadow of yesterday
Creates today
In joy
Making man
to live for a day
And die on a day

Written by
Martin Ijir

Search beneath my grave
What you see
Are wreaths of flowers
Rosy in their stems of thorns
Piercing a beholder to embrace
Peace, love and unifying the universe.

Written by
Martin Ijir

Azuric rays of lamp moon shines
Glowing as gadfly in a dragon's mouth
The day lures her exotic beauty
Fleeing coattails as egrets feast

Upon the ticks showing parasidic
Qualities, the moon eclipse the earth
lightening sparks of dust to the sun
Lovers cut in the shadow of void

An even shadow under a jocund tree
Full with locusts whispering talks
Tongues and lips chew each other
Like doves on flying acrobatics skill
their mind become so dark

Two being fuse as one mooning their heart
In love display, attiric artistic stars shines
Under the shrine of moist calabash I drink
The lips containing wine made from sour grape

Taffy qualities my soul lost in the air
The moon continue to shine
Our faces light the shadow as one
Into a searing moments our heart drumbeat

I am welled into you as moon
Silent sigh sounds as ship
Horning as our heart trudge as brush
We puddle our soul as soul of moon

Written by
Martin Ijir

A self confession
I have never seen
A rose flower
But I fall in love with her

I have never seen
A Jasmine flower
But I scent her in my soul

I have never seen
A beauty that entices
Me as my poems
Which contains her ******

Appearances
of all flowers that bloom
She lives in me
Soul to soul, heart to heart

Written by
Martin Ijir

Take my soul as your deserved gift
Enwrap in silver lining of azure light
Take my soul as well my body
For you deserved it, it's a lone gift I can give

For you light the lamp of love as sun
Take my soul and feed it with love
Water it, for it is the plant of your garden
So greenish like blossoming roses

So alluring like white jasmine
Take my soul ring it not
For I am already enslave in you
Body, mind and soul therefore I deserved not a ring

Take my soul fill it with air as cylinder
So I flare and cook palatable dishes of your love
Take my soul embalm it with honey
As I give my body to earth my soul resides in you my love

Written by
Martin Ijir

As we stroll down to mountain
The peak glows with azure love
As we discuss what the future enwraps
I fall asleep on your arms

Written by
Martin Ijir

Reality so tense in heart
Dreams that awake a soul
Brings reality in a blinkful day
As you gale with surprise
Filling the space unfilled by the sun

Written by
Martin Ijir

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I like my old photographs
as compare to the present one''
''I look very young, pretty beautiful, wrinkle-free
in my photograph of 50 years back,
when I was hardly twenty years old,''
That reminds me when spring comes, Every flower blooms

Life is not like photography,
We use the negative to develop.
Photographs capture a moment
That's gone forever, Impossible to reproduce

In my old photographs
I look very young and handsome
I see the books I have read
The music I have heard
The people I have met
And all those I have loved
And above all
There are no bad pictures;
That's just now your face looks sometimes
You don't take a photograph, but you make it.

Many years ago, I am on lap of my young mother
And many came new Making my all memories
Rising on the canvass with my son's wedding
Wishes cling like honey bee in beehive
The joy of embrace, crazy kiss and hug

All old photographs of tears and smile
Moving like movie they all touch me
Like my soul survive the amputated sea of wishes
Merge with roaring ocean to attain something unknown

Drawing delightful senses to know hidden upstairs
Encourage the arrow of hope to bank on goodwill bow
To reach its new target as in my latest photograph on wall
With strong determination of stamina with my grandchildren

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

I'm speaking in silence.
Because when the world becomes a battle field, that's when you know
you are alone.

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

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no one knows
the foggy dark night of
That weeping winter night
of our neighborhood
But something resembling your needs of summer
Maybe different from my youth of spring
But somewhat looking alike
Waiting for the dawn coming with rising Sun

Sometimes I cry when I live
Because fog is oozing spite of tears
Clothing chest to keep chest warm

Sometimes I need to wash my eyes naturally
With true-life poetry words to extinguish
The burning desires of impatience reaching to sky

Patience is the gift of wind, cloud, and mist
I will pass overabundance of this panacea to you
But I need to make through the fog with your help wrapped
In a perfect tear strokes to my cheek coming from your soul

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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O my most unforgettable poem,
You are the strongest aphrodisiac
Thrilling me softly
Like wild butterflies
Believing in the goodness

Your lascivious words
Imbue high and low intoxication
Champagne kiss captured in mind maze
Enjoying the organized upheaval
I stumble and fall in love
With your silken intimacy

You are just like
My photograph in the frame
Brave half angel
Singing a song without a music

Words I need to express you
Come to me as a flash so easily
As they are needier to fit in you, my poem

Your silken intimacy made me weightless
To fall upon you and
I become your ultimate partner

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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With penetrating beak
From the depth of heart
you touch me with a kiss
to blow a poem inside me

You sing the strong to reach
Where your mute words hope
never you stop the burning desire  
fluttering in the air with a blissful flow

You sip the nectar sitting in my ear
Spreading natural sweet memories
sharing with me the rainbow of life's sky
With your unstoppable hungry spiritual touch

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Coming from mountains
Silently cover our house and lawn
Elegant and cold to hug our warm body
In solitude of mute wind
Leaving behind icicles

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

only you
strengthen me
with strong lips locking
closing my mouth to silent
and ******* your taste
on the exit of
every winter and summer

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Love makes the bittersweet
And love makes the king slave
And love makes the dead alive
So make me your prisoner
In the prison of your palms
And in the end, I will get free,

Encircle my cheeks
With your palms so perfectly
leaving a small window
Through which I will see
The sky in your eyes

Lock the gates of your hand
With million locks
And when you are dissolved in me
Then you desire to free me
In that moment of freedom
I will give you a kiss on each key

That freedom will bind me
In your earnest soul
Thinking why I was away from you
For such a long time
And now never to go away
From this sour-sweet mixture!

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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When in the sky
You see me
Like on earth
Covered your
Shadow

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Tonight I shall make the moon stand still
At the pane of my window as I make love to you
No poem sweeter than love that clouds your heart
As I feel your ******* and make the milk flow

Our hearts entwined in the curtain of romance
Making the sky ceiling your name as the sun appears
Rest in my soul and rest forever blessed assured
For you deserve to be love as moon in the sky

You deserve to be adore like sun on earth
Burning my soul deeply as I roast in love
Exalt me in splendorous passion o my love
Love me with all your heart and soul

As doubt steams so your love clouds in me
Making a rainbow of color bearing red rose
Jasminic scents spreads our love sheets
As I make your soul wet as I make love to you

Tonight the great union bears a seed of words
As I make love to you, nothing stops the sun
From shining in us, as we make love rainstorm
Sail us to the mountains of gods as I come into you

Written by
Martin Ijir

I'm in favor that return,
Neither of us can tolerate this, in vain,
Season of travellers dressed red pain,
Strange ghosts, figures without eyes,
Pale faces with speechless cries,
Die on paths to paradise,
As lost memories recollect faded purposes,
Beseeching unappeasable promises,
Offered nearer to hope before despair,
suspended nowhere, reflecting a loitering nightmare,
Closer to their decayed bodies, their rotten flare,

I hope we compel our senses to return,
Enchanting fancies delude souls' Yearn,
To places swaying between sleep and dreams,
Where the unknown devours awareness beams;
See soul, supple promises have no signs here,
But whispers among whispers twitter near,
Unnatural tales in voiceless words in timeless sleep,
Divert eager faith, that courageously weep.
The closest to me, backward, we better creep.
To these worldly loving hearts who discern
where faiths convert concern to deep concern.

Written by
Jamal Abboud

A poet
Needs a pure heart
Backing all sentiments and negative energy
Evil thoughts of tarnishing
One's reputation

A poet needs a pure heart
burning unending flames of love,
peace and unity

As he sprouts his words
As a plant growing
in the vineyard of men

Plants never dies
words never dies
Words are immortal
so is a poet

Dying in sadness is abundance muse in joy
Gradually we all shall empty ourselves into
The basket that contains a lot of water

Giving us milky way as our soul faced our body
It gets a lasting rest in this a pure heart I so incline
To be one with the Great Architect of universe

Written by
Martin Ijir

Season curves your lips
In endless beauty your face
Possesses, sky clouds
Alighting rains to pour in my heart

Written by
Martin Ijir

Swim like bird in the sky
Lie on earth of water
Smile as Sun in the sky
Eat the cloud dust
And gain undying breathe

Written by
Martin Ijir

Don't love me
Please don't love me
I flirt in words from my soul
and don't want to hurt you

For heaven sake I am just
A sculptor of words
Facing my pregnancy alone
Soon I die in forlorn

For I soul deserved
and don't want you to be
Widowed for my name sake
Please don't love me please don't love me

For emotions and passions
Feel your dying heart
In this my heart bears a life
Wherewithal I love you like

A pear fruit, wearing jealousy
For pomegranates my muse
So entice as it grants me hope

That Jasmine and roses forbade
Orchid scents cloak in my soul
And irises of lotus promise me riches
And I am just an ordinary poet

Please don't love please don't love me
My soul incline a time uneven
If truly you love me then a sign from heaven
My soul won't decline

Only to love you back as I flirt
With words from my soul to your soul
Please love me for the sake of love
In this I die with unflirting words

Written by
Martin Ijir

insomnia
the cold on the other side
of the pillow

Written by
Anna Maris

origami...
within each fold
a memory

Written by
Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy

warming sun
bright colored trees
highlights of change

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

wall of fog
built-up seclusion
illusion

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

Instead of my eyes
there are sunglasses
The whole world will be colored...

به جای چشمانم
عینک آفتابی گذاشته ام
...تمام جهان رنگی خواهد شد

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the second she opened her eyes
she became an object
of enlightenment
for my dying eyes
but could not explain
the mysteries of big attraction
Through logic but
finally, she brought me back to the life, as
she is a sun in the center of every constellation

Trust and delight because
delicate stars die eventually
In the luminous eternal sky

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

From the sunset that
I've planted my shadow,
No blossom
has tasted the kiss of the sun

Written by
Keikavoos Yakideh

My love
My haters
My friends
Life is up and down
And never know who will despise me

Nevertheless whosoever never despised
Please this is my last wish
Bury me against the sun
For I have toiled under Sun

And it is my prison and agony
As my face sees it daily
Causing havoc in mortals heart
As we become living decaying beings
Without love and peace

Why then will I be judge by my captor?
Instead let my face be free and my back mock

My earthly captivity as I transit an empty path
Full with scornful faced mourners

Let requiem hymns of my poems be recite in joy
For I wean my words as I tame souls as a child
Breastfeeding them with milky words from the sky

Today as I sleep tell the world
The sun is my captor
And I am a free soul
As I laid against the sun

As I soul desire
Let roses and Jasmine sleeps closer to me
Let orchid and iris accompany me into the
courtyard where lotus of glimmering lily
Gives me immortality to light up a blazzonic sun

For my life has reached its predestined destination
Without strife I civiled myself into heaven's pearly gate

Written by
Martin Ijir

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The real joy your lap gives
My creeping Goddess of night
Happy, free from all confusion
Listening unheard music of twilight

Nothing in life is so beautiful
Than intention of links remain
A new born child seeks always
Her parents feeding cares sustain

Nothing can justify any way
The bird with wings in dream
Always trying fly to return again
Enjoy the chirping myrtle sway

Nothing always bind or release
Healthy relations are cool breeze

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~


know the poet and peep into his poem ''Jawahar Gupta'' and his poem: the music of twilight  by Bipul Ch.Kalita

One of the Indian poets whom I earnestly appreciate for their unceasing efforts for creating a soft and creative platform, especially for the promising poetic minds of the current trends is my adorable friend Jawahar Gupta. He is clean in his expressions and mild in choosing and using words in his poems. Jawahar Gupta who was born on the 8th October in 1952 was a science graduate. He worked in a pharmaceuticals company and retired from there as a Sales Manager. He writes in Hindi, Punjabi, and English. As he is a popular figure in face book, I don't think that I should annoy the readers repeating the things about his poetic journey etc.
The poem's title contains an abstract slant. But if one goes deep into it the slants gradually disappears. The poet's ear to the music of the twilight is not far from mystical approach to the reality too. Twilight is not total darkness. It contains a bit of light that wraps the poet's Goddess of nights-

''The real joy your lap gives
My creeping Goddess of night''

The eternal music of nature frames human hearts in the world of mysticism. The poet takes twilight for a source of spiritual pleasure, as if a mother's warm lap is the ultimate source of pleasure and safety for a baby-

''Happy, free from all confusion
Listening unheard music of twilight''

''Nothing in life is so beautiful
Than intention of links remain
A new born child seeks always
Her parents feeding cares sustain''

The poet's imagination are innocently formed, Nothing can prevent him from flying with the wings of imagination, but at the same moment he is aware of the real world. Like a bird that flies everywhere without forgetting to return its own nest. Hard works of the days send the poet to the lap of the nights, enabling him to roam in his divinely honeyed world the twilight-

''The bird with wings in dream
Always trying fly to return again''

The poet thinks that man's normal but natural activities for his survival or existence should not be allowed to hurt the human relations. The evening twilight shows ways to night while that of the dawn will pave paths to greet the day. The relation between days and nights is maintained by the twilight. So, he has to maintain that relations-

''Healthy relations are cool breeze''

It is difficult to appreciate critically any work of critic. It's my noble venture to peep into an adorable poet and friend. Hope, dear readers will excuse me for my limitations. Waiting for more and more poetic writes from my dear friend Jawahar Gupta.

Under azure sky i lay
Listening to salsa drumbeat
Of the flowing stream
How beautiful it sounds

Elated moment fills me
That I faced the sun
And dance in the sun
Sprint of footsteps

We dance and touch the sun
Our body stiff with the cold sun
Floating in array of Moon hotness
Hotbeds of kisses we party till morn

Energy penetrated our failing strength
Our legs created wings we fly out of universe
Into the azure sky we dance in our created sun
Bringing rains of love as we become imprison by Sun

Written by
Martin Ijir

You're prettier than a tree
Nonchalant beauty alone
Up the bare hill
Reposes in the golden Beams
lightly warm and free
to placate the moody wind
in the abode of leams
far from the thirsty rill
and the doggedly crow
and all of it I can imagine to own
Far in the abandoned land
Beyond that bare hill
Where a lake mimics tranquility
A womb of life laden and still
Mirrors as your calm beauty
And all of it I can see
From my dormer window
From a portrait of me
A sketch unframed, unfinished
On an easel, fancifully colored
Waits frailly thy brush and hand
To accomplish my metamorphosis
To achieve thy miraculous guesses
Of the unity of pure whiteness
And colors of passionate kisses.

Written by
Jamal Abboud