AZZA EL WAKEEL
Poetry Remains My Haven
Poetry remains my haven
Verses that I dwell in
And they dwell in me
My sentiments flow in them
My blood pours in my ink
I search for myself
Reshape my world
Live my full liberty
Draw my feelings
Pull away with my imagination
Elevate to touch the sky
Tickle the clouds
And the rain falls in my palms
I sit with the moon
Collect the stars
Ornament with them the trees
I love you the way I want
Whenever I want
And summon the spring in winter
I become complete in the presence of inspiration
And in its absence I'm in a state of division
I glow in the presence of the poetry’s devil
And in his absence I'm in a state of disorientation
I don't know if my poetry for you
Is because I love you
Or I love you to write poetry
I don't know if the geniality of what I write
Is from my mind or from the Valley of Abqar*
But I know that poetry in my life
Is a desire, gift and estimated destiny
*(In Arab myths Abqar is the valley where the devils of poetry live)
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AZZA EL WAKEEL
Don't You Know?
Don’t you know
That inside me is a child
You can satisfy
With a piece of candy
And a sweet word
A child her eyes
Are drawn while she sleeps
With rosy dreams
Who plays on the childhood’s beach
Builds her sand castles
A child who fears heart dreariness
So don’t turn off the love’s lamp
A child who is convinced
Because of her innocence
That the seasons of love
Know neither autumn nor sorrows
Please let the fruit of my love ripen
Don’t pick it prematurely
Please let my heart’s cycle be complete
Don’t impede the time wheel rotation
A child who only needs
A box of colored pencils
To draw her private universe
To create in her drawing book
Her own world
And travel through her letters
Outside the borders of the place
A child who’s still with a braid
Awaiting fingertips’ tenderness
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CHRISTOPHER BARNES
Buster Keaton
"Sympathy For The Devil"
resuscitates our adrenalin strongbox.
The trailer park's strip lights twink
as we fish up the lift-thumbing Beat
by the painted milepost
at The Far Side Of Reality.
And snatchin' at the blinker-signal
dodge-dust up Thunder Road
onto the cloverleaf freeway interchange
and open the throttle
for a chuckle at the drive-in movies.
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AZZA EL WAKEEL is an Egyptian poetess who enjoys writing poetry since the age of eleven, I never studied poetry nor literature so if I'm good it's because I'm simply gifted, I published two modern Arabic poetry books and translated some of my poems from Arabic language into English language which are all published in my website http://www.azzaelwakeel.com
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