Waiting for the new to be Announced
Decide your will around me
A circle
Fix it as a hang
Making it loose is forbidden that expands
In a narrow way.
When the narrow approaches a father
Who put it’s shadow on us.
Masters of the night become drank
Singing with speech at the beginning of
The down in the end of the feast.
Waiting for the new to be announced
Shooting his last cry, a masculine getting
Old the king of the hard.
And the master of the feminine.
When there is no other masculine.
Waiting for the new to be Announced
Decide your will around me
A circle
Fix it as a hang
Making it loose is forbidden that expands
In a narrow way.
When the narrow approaches a father
Who put it’s shadow on us.
Masters of the night become drank
Singing with speech at the beginning of
The down in the end of the feast.
Waiting for the new to be announced
Shooting his last cry, a masculine getting
Old the king of the hard.
And the master of the feminine.
When there is no other masculine.
Rainy Turquoise
Between me and autumn
Desires live.
Turquoise seems as rain
And pain that winter can’t bear.
Every cloud, even if it is about to fade,
Will not rain like the streams of my pain.
Oh, my anxiety, when it blossoms insomnia
And helplessness throughout the storm
The question sways between a heart and a poem.
Translation Zaid Al-Shaheed – Iraq
Cancer sun
Majeed.. Aisha
They agree at the end
They cry what falls out of the
nests .
They weave with tears the gardens of
Distant wishes .
And their hope is a luminous moon
Waiting for it with old gear
And laughter that broke
On a patience that has aged and remained his way .
# # #
Glorious.
The brown one sprouting in the grass
Frost rose .
Aisha.
The butterfly of colors in the pastures of the soul
A shadow of cancer
After the disappointment
i watch it, it doesn’t rain
i come taken, with what
i carry from certainty
then after the disappointment
except the dream.
Tale
on the verge of a tale
seagull fell, in
the water .
Messages
boiling the messages
the end invisibility
palm trees, are falling
in the valley of the flutes
Her gaze
were broken our lips on
the sight of her gaze .
lumberjack
gather firewood
bleeding sun
selled the horizon
at auction .
Happiness
lump from barking
the happiness
Division
divides the laughter itself
on itself
who closes the door of , a-ha
Translated by Neina Al-Sartawi
Childhood
Childhood
Immersed in the childhood of my mistakes,
Cannot distinguish an earthworm
From its mole.
I told the tree; my beloved
Then it bent to the wind
* * *
I thought the bird was a bullet,
I threw myself on the ground,
When it flew away.
* * *
I slept with the clock,
So orgasm arriving late,
At the Viagra time.
* * *
I tried to hide behind my shoes,
But it betrayed me,
Moving aside.
* * *
I walked crookedly,
Throwing shadows with a stone,
It bounced back as bullets and bleeding wane moons.
Translated into English by Suzan Ibrahim