Dreamy night at desert - blank verses
Dreamy night at desert
Blank verses written by
Mohammad Mahmud Ahmad
25 December 2012
O, pigeon let me smart on my pain
Many desires call me to move away….
Thirteen days I suffer melancholy moments
And your lantern fuels bad to me….
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Awakes me at dawn as severe volcano
Hurts my head even my abdomen becomes large
Snapping of dirty claws pinch my chest until turns malady.
When I listen to bad news comes from Amman.
I wait, but how can I wait that abstained dreamy autumn
Severe dots of severe passion hurl into my chest deep.
They come as if swooping down falcon runs suddenly.
My desert is grieved even its water becomes shallow.
What can I do with those ill-tempered men?
Neighs of swift horse crossed with me in deferent way.
A nightingale chants on the next side of the valley
Then I draw my weapon to kill my enemy
Suddenly and quickly, he ran away.
The sky seems red and the time is last afternoon…
Here and there, I pick the rein of my horse
The grass is over the knee tall giving rise…
I settled while the place is covered with dew…
Taking nap, my horse neighs….
I woke up and I saw a bird…
A girl in nineteen of age comes there…
She is my sister who was married from tow years ago…
She called the time is winter and I do fearsome…
And you must come bake to be our gust
I played with her child who is four weeks old….
I loved him too much and giving him present….
He is pale cheek still I remember
His mother swears unless I spend my night there…
Like the nightingale when he smiles tenderly in front of me….
They entitle to him my name from that day…
Still he alive and calls me Um….
The hen that adopts ostrich's nestling-poem for children
The hen that adopts ostrich's nestling
Written by
Mohammad Mahmud Ahmad
The rooster sees a large egg one day
It has two colours white and gray.
He steals it from a poor bird's nest.
When he comes back from another way
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The rooster asks the sparrow, is it yours?
The sparrow astonishes and flees away.
Staggering, cursing the occasion of that day
Feels his tongue is incapable to reply
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The rooster asks the pigeon; is it yours?
The pigeon runs away as if startling horse
Bewildering, what can he say?
And never has been seen from that day.
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The rooster asks the stork is it yours?
The stork appears calm and wise.
Closing his peak and sending sever voice
Carelessly says I think it is for tortoise.
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The rooster intends toward the lake to ask.
He meets one duck wearing its mask.
Where is the Mrs. Tortoise pleased dear?
The duck shakes his head feeling it is difficult task
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The rooster finds himself in a terrible doom
Missing his way and cannot return home.
The duck leads him to the wrong way.
Leaving the poor rooster alone and entering his room.
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The rooster was desirous to find the egg's owner.
But unfortunately he was dispersed moreover
While wandering he saw a large crowd of people.
Inside a large house, he met a small daughter
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Do you Miss. Are you the owner of this egg?
The girl rushing away shaking her neck
Thinking it belongs to an elephant or a rhinoceros
And she kicks him on its back by her small leg.
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The peacock comes there and blunders.
He claims that it belongs for a certain dog, called maxfoker
The rooster is afraid to ask the dog and hurries inside the jungles
The dog follows him howling and calls his friends sooner
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The rooster runs away and unfortunately falls on a garden of bear.
Fortunately, the bear was sleeping in his lair
The rooster breaks the egg later.
He finds it contains small nestling of ostrich larger than pear.
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The rooster becomes the father of the small nestling.
And he makes for its sake a large wedding
But when the nestling grows up and becomes mature.
The rooster is astonishing from its large size and is frightening.
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Soon he calls the hens for an assembly.
Ordering them to be present there and riding on the ferry
One of them suggests leaving the bird in the public garden.
Others claim to sell him in the market immediately.
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But an old hen requests to extend the occasion.
Perhaps they can find the suitable solution.
Gathering her sons and asking them to be friends.
Lastly, she finds it is reliable decision
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The strange bird slept the night with the hen's sons.
He spends the time with them joyfully plays and runs
Until one day, his bereaved mother comes there.
Thanking the hen for her good deed and asking the departure at once.
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The mature ostrich's nestling is happy to see his mother
Kissing her from her head and asks her about his brother
Before he departs, he says farewell to the hen's chickens.
Still he deems that the rooster is his father.
MMA
Mosul- Iraq
24 August 2012
Let people determine their dream
Let people determine their dream
Verses written by the Iraqi translator
Mohammad Mahmud Ahmad
Earth would complain and close its window.
Sever obstacles denote to harm future from now…
What can we do if politics turn mad?
Alas! Our fate nowadays turns on evils hand…
Sever cautions of sever melancholy dreams…
A child beseeches Allah in crying terms…
O, meadow let me taking a nap for a while…
Corpses of our grandfathers inside tombs revile…
Let gusty wind hits politics homes upside down…
Tyrants control now at each land and town …
They shut off their lanterns and close their curtains…
Besides their peoples suffer poverty and sever pains.
Which kindness still poor people need?
By chemical gazes, they put their end.
What is about world conscience still sleep?
Does conscience turn just a junk of heap?
Alas, this destiny is only to Arabs indeed.
It comes as stormy flood attacks alive and dead.
It comes as if ghoul excluding no build or attire …
What do we say if unjust rulers restrain our desire?
Let our ancestors awake and see this awfully bloodshed.
Let them see people were killed for a loaf of bread…
O, dark night: why do not you go away?
In this darkness how can children play?
Let time stops its hands and spreads violent storm …
Autumn and winter yet carry the same gloom.
What can we do if those tyrants sill awake?
Is not there an ax to cut their necks?
A red rose perhaps asks for spring when days sleep…
Birds otherwise look for a branch turning weep …
Thousands Syrians cannot find safe shelter…
Iraqi people demonstrate nakedly deeply anger…
They ask for honour rights in democracy manner.
Syrians cannot find place to sleep or even simple shed.
A child asks his mother; isn't there any piece of bread!
Democracy and freedoms are just false name…
Satanic names full with hate and blind shame!
World conscience from outrage will burst…
O, East and West: where are your hearts?
O, wolf can you tell me why you howl at night!
Aren’t you slept without banquet tonight?
Break the dawn and you can see the sunbeam…
Darkness never would shame if you blame…
Ask sun and its neighboring stars what they recommend…
Does fate kill someone without approaching end?
Henceforth let people determine their dream.
Why do they fear from this transient politics team?
Fever....Fever...Fever...
Winter comes and it can calm the fever
Long poem written by
Mohammad Mahmud Ahmad
Iraq- Mosul
Fever… Fever… Fever…
Who can endure the fever?
What damage causes the fever?
Headache… backache…sever body pains….
Two weeks ago or more, I suffer…
Griefs fill my faded eyes at gloomy moments…
Felt as if I was put on unfathomable valley…
My emotions, my deep sorrow grieved me…
What can I complain more than this fever?
I feel as if my legs were cutting off severely…
My thought was confused perplexing totally.
Horses, trains, lions chased me dreadfully
Wrapping my head, I felt unhealthy…
How does fever damage the cells of the body?
I did not know! Yet I do not know!
How does fever become awfully?
Tortured man is waiting the moon to shine…
He dreams to find a bit of rest as if he drinks much wine.
Missing his verses, he recurs to a new line.
Even he sees the streets were vacant from people.
Phantoms walk instead of them mocking the time.
Fever… Fever…Fever…
Still we had sever fever
Still we long to consume the fever…
Still we are long to see our future…
Still the happy moment tickles the eyes of feverish child…
Still the fever is our blessing donor…
What can we do if we are fevered?
Is fever one type of donation?
Still we are yearning to have fever…
Shiny door never would be opened…
Closed fevered door needs to be eradicated…
Hidden fervid conscience needs to be erupted
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Going away sails depart the harbour…
Universal time missed our area
We are strayed between dark latitudes…
It was crossed with sharpened longitudes…
Fever… Fever… Fever…
Still we are startling from the fever…
Still we live in delusion forgetting our pains…
Still we don’t dare to mention our names through societies.
Still we endure the burning fever…
Fever… Fever…Fever…
Even our lands were fevered…
Boiling rains hit its surface…
They dewed a new blossom growing on fever…
Shelling bombs destroyed the boasted naked eyes
An eye of a child is dreaming to find joyful moment…
On balconies, looks to the landscapes wishfully…
He watches the sunset for setting up a new dawn…
Do we look to impossible desire?
Fever waits our desire…
I think we are eager to have fever…
Shallow water, thirsty we complain the fever…
Fever…Fever… Fever…
Still we have fever…
Still we are eager to be fevered…
What is fever?
Is it only increasing on temperature?
Is it just headache and abdomen pain?
Is it grief of sad doom concealed under our souls?
Is it the death itself we suffer?
What doctors advise to get rid from fever?
Nothing they have to advise because themselves they suffer.
Even they had knowledge but they still stay at corner.
Even if we had many sources of water,
Still we have complained the fever.
Even we have knowledge,
Still we are disabled to answer…
Combating toward the hale bodies,
Aimless we spend the time as if spilled water.
Fever…Fever…Fever
Ailing bodies still suffer
Exhausted men were toiling inside blazing shower.
Raindrop rarely could quench fervid man.
Rarely could it receive its generous honour…
What can we do against fever?
Faint stars as if they were roaming at vicious circle.
Clouds wrapped the universe hardly become fragile.
Thick dense fog stops as barrier…
Desirously we decide to go ahead despite of venture.
We go ahead despite of cautions, despite of fever…
Fever… Fever…Fever…
There are many types of fever…
The least degree has pain as if beatings of hammer
Ill men washed themselves on a sacred river…
They wish to be cured, but still they have fever…
Damn is to whom opposes thy ambitious soul Mohammad…
Hell is to whom causes you suffering fever…
What is denial soul they had?
What is vicious soul they had?
What is malicious refusal nature they had?
O, what pretty soul you are!
Despite of your fever you nurse the other.
Despite of many obstacles they put, you look strong forever.
Despite of the griefs and sadness, you eat your dinner…
Despite of pains you look better…
Hell is to whom opposes ambitious soul…
Damn is to whom neglects the rights of toiling man…
Thousand curses are to whom steals others' bread…
Thousand curses are to those live upon others pain…
What is mercy type can we donate to be saved from fever?
Is it the illness is similar to fever?
Is it the hunger is one type of fever?
O, Mohammad you knew well that you are banished.
O, Mohammad you know well that you are ill- treated.
O, Mohammad you know well that you are abused.
O, Mohammad you know well that you are tortured.
O, Mohammad! Who can precede thee in knowledge?
No matter, no one can satisfy the entire world.
No matter, we have satisfaction on our souls forward.
No matter, they send women abroad to gain doctorate.
They stand against other to have the fewer certificate.
On which dirt malady sense had they claimed?
To which sick conscience had we blamed?
No matter, they had thirty thousand false certificates on Iraq…
They said, themselves they said, I didn’t deliver from my bag.
Is it justice to give someone illegally the favours of others?
Is it just that someone lives on the expense of others?
To whom he deserved, they shun their faces awfully.
To whom they know they open their chests warmly.
What is democracy it is when you shun to toiling one?
And his right is obvious like the obvious sun.
What is democracy when people rights are lost?
Let it to be tossed away as if the bloodshed.
Let it to be tossed as if the merciless angry flood.
What had we lost?
Our griefs can flame our souls to the last life.
Even if it rests, again it can burn after relief.
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Let the griefs snatching me obviously…
Never have I surrendered to those lazy
Never like idol have I idled the time wastefully…
Yet many other unobstructed ways are shiny…
Yet the sun shines everyday
Yet fever can be cured by our rhythmical poetry…
Yet we look to the forest containing verdant flower…
Even if summer days had much heat, but followed by winter.
Fever…Fever…Fever…
Winter comes and it can reduce the fever…
One of the Andalusian Terza Rima translated by me
Andalusian Terza Rima
The poem belonged to a poet from the Andlusian period, I translated the poem from Arabic to English, I am quietly acquainted that this poem is not translated as a free translation, but as I heard that it was sold in the European bookshops , one of them said to me your translation is better than those...
I didn't produce the Arabic origin because I know no one here is understanding the Arabic language.
What is terza rima?
It is a poem when it is consisting from tercets, or three-line stanzas, and each stanza has itself compatible rhyme scheme differs from other stanzas.
Generally rhyme scheme of whole stanzas is:
(aba, bcb, cdc, …., yzy)
Rain would quench Andalusia until saturation.
Across time, Andalusia looked prosperous location.
Thy reunion was extraordinary thing seemed unattainable.
Only at sleeping or through stolen glance it can be seeable.
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Time carries its different wishes toward thee willingly.
Its paintbrush draws its pictures delicately.
Groups hurry between one and two competing at race …
Alike invited hajjes intended pilgrim of Holey place.
While the rain makes the meadows refreshed and shiny.
Hence, the roses' visages look smiling apparently.
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*Anemones would relate its story optimistically at faith.
As well as someone called (Anas) who related Hadith.
Beauty covered meadows with marked attire.
In its new dress, it gains its complete desire.
Nights concealed the secret of delicate passion.
If not shiny suns, secret would be endless hidden.
The cub's star had inclined faithfully at rejoicing.
Going on straight way, it carries auspicious ending.
A desire we had dreamed at a certain dreamy night.
Has not guilt, but passed as a glancing sight.
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When we had the sociable time at that sweet night,
Dawn attacked us as guards removing our delight.
It maybe meteors were intruded through our joy.
Or it maybe we were affected by narcissus eye.
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No pure soul would blame the delighted meadow
No doubt, it would be affected between so and so.
Flowers would attract strongly any wanderer's occasion.
Thoughtfully believed it was saved from any caution.
Since water tickles pebbles with its current attractively.
Hence, it is the better time for lovers' to spend time lonely.
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From any annoyance, roses would be turned zealous.
Flaming up with rage, they would be furious.
Otherwise, you can see the myrtle wearing totally wisdom.
It can eavesdrop like mare's ear or nearby its maximum.
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O, dwellers although you were inhabited the obsolete valley
My heart is thy permanent place formerly and latterly.
Wide space cannot endure my aching passion toward thee.
If you were close to me, I didn’t care whatever it was be.
Give to me back the vow of previous passion dress.
Perhaps you can save thy lover from his distress.
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Fear thy God and revive one's passionate beloved.
His soul has inclined breath after breath downward.
In his soul, he entrapped thy love at generous manner.
Do you satisfy he remains for endless prisoner?
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There is approximate point about thee on his heart.
Dreamful he waited, although he was very distant.
Moon emerges from the remote west margin of the sky.
Red paint of twilight covers it but it is encircled with joy.
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One's magic eye paced nearer to me as if wraith.
He enters my chest deeply instead of my breath.
He targeted his arrow toward me straightly.
My heart turns shattered and torn away ultimately.
long Alphabetic religious verses
Alphabetic sermonic verses
Written by:
MMA
Iraq- Mosul
A is for Allah
Allah is the Creator
He has neither son nor father.
Be careful with him! O worshipper
Perhaps to His pardon you are winner
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Allah creates you in a well- picture
You may notice his virtue in each manner
To him everyday, you should be prayer
Then you should have a faithful figure
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B is for bee
To scorn from bee it is exaggerated funny
It gathers nectar from each orchard to make honey
For several diseases, it is successful remedy
You may thank Allah for His favour and His mercy
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C is for Hajj-ceremony
Hajj is a well-known days every year.
Muslims go to Mecca to visit Allah-Home there.
Muslims will move around Kaaba and loudly cheer
Pilgrimage washes their sins and they will return clear
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D is for Islamic doctrine
The major body of Islam is Sunna and Koran
Its most advice is to deal merciful with orphan
Prayer, Zakat, hajj, and to fast Ramadan
Not to be sinner but to do the best as you can.
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E is not to eavesdrop for others
It is the worst habit to eavesdrop into others' affair
Especially to your neighbour you may be loyal and fair
That is not Muslim morality even to his partner pair.
Then you will win others confidence everywhere.
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F is to deal properly with your father and mother
Allah recommends us to be faithful with our parents
We must obey them in each order with provable intent
And for high morality with them we must not wait
Then Allah will be angry, however, we attempt
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G is for Gabriel
Gabriel is the angel who accompanies our Prophet.
Cave of Hira revelation is the detectable moment
It differs between injustices and right that is current
Arab in that time worshiped idols dipping in enjoyment
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H is for hands and other organs
Allah gives human two hands and eyes
To work and see until you get demise.
These are blessing from God if we are wise
To work is better than to live idle as if debris.
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I is for ice
Allah creates ice in order to protect the temperature
If not two icy poles, Earth would have harmful nature.
Allah made Earth and skies in six days in a good architecture
If we think in His creation, we will be completely wonder
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J is of jungles and plants
Allah creates jungles and forests to save wild animals
Great deal of animals lives there such as lions, tigers and cattle.
Wild shrubs, shadowy trees, and even there is trees of apple.
Allah creates precise equally system and for this He is capable.
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K is for Koran
It is the last Book of Allah descending to ground.
It teaches us moral lessons and sermons all around.
If you read it, your heart becomes calm and sound.
For its eloquent wisdom, really Muslims are proud
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L is for Arabic language
All reveals Koran to Mohammad in Arabic language.
He made that because Arab to rhetoric can manage.
But before Mohammad mission they were savage.
In poetry and prose, they have unique message.
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M is for medicine
Arab in medicine is famous and has upper-hand
Like al- Razi, Ibn Sina who set up hospital at Baghdad.
If someone depend on Allah never will be sad.
And his time will be generous as if fruitful orchard
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M is for mercy
Allah recommends Muslims to be merciful and kind men.
He promises us that one charity is multiplied by ten.
And one grain of wheat may become seven hundred grain.
Therefore, in livelihood Muslims do not care or carry pain.
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M is for Prophet Mohammad
Mohammad was born in Mecca orphan boy
He was illiterate but Allah teaches him to say:
Read in your God's name, He creates everything.
And our Prophet carries his mission from that day.
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N is for Noah
Noah lived nine hundred and fifty years informing his nation
No one heard him but he kept with strengthen toleration.
Allah ordered Noah to build Ship and gave him indication.
He transported over it millions of different creation.
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O is for oil
Allah creates oil freely in the deep layers of the ground.
Life becomes sophisticated when it was found.
Now drilling about it is worthwhile and profitable.
One barrel's price reaches more than one sixty pound.
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P is for paper
Everything we read now is written on smooth paper.
Sumerian letters appear looks like the Zipper.
They used to write in tablets made from clay
Many of their remnants were found in their ancient city Nippur.
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Q is for Tadmor queen
It is an ancient city northeast of Damascus
Zenobia was its Arab queen the famous
In (269) she seized Egypt and much of Asia Minor
For this reason her name still mentioning now and previous.
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R is for rain
Allah sends rain down because of his wide mercy.
When rain comes down plants will grow happy.
Without rain, ground will be arid land
For this virtue, we must be thankful eagerly
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S is fore sun
Allah creates sun to donate us light.
That's one of its creation might.
Without sunlight, plants never grow.
Sunray is mixed from seven colours to be white.
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T is for trees
Trees give us shadow, fruits, and charm
Apples, bananas, grapes perhaps are in one farm.
That's a type of Allah's favour to refresh our souls.
However they have advantages, no one is harm.
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U is for union
Allah said in Koran to be union to live safety
You may cooperate for piety and charity
That's the correct morality of Islam
Neighbour with neighbour to live brotherly.
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V is four voices
Allah donates His creations unique multiple voice.
Each one of animals has unique voice.
For instance, wind has unique voice.
Sound differs between calm and noise
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W is for woman
Allah creates woman to be for man helper and partner.
She can be wife, mother or either sister.
Allah in Koran recommends respecting woman.
Prophet also urges us to be with her wise and easier.
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x is for X ray
X ray can penetrate body to discover disease
When it was discovered, maladies went to decrease.
That's one favour from Allah in general.
However, science advances, human live in ease.
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Y is year
Allah made in year twelve months in for seasons.
If they are alike, nothing will live for this reason.
Therefore, Allah made them variable between cold and hot.
From each marvelous Almighty of Him we must learn lesson.
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Z is for zoo
When we were small scholars, we visited the zoo.
We saw camel, lion, and zebra in one cage or either two.
In addition, we have seen the stroke of long beak.
And the pigeons send to our ears beautiful coo.
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part of my childhood period:
That is enough, praise is to my Allah Almighty who teaches and protects me from the childhood to my primary school (Babnet), the village now becomes under the sea which is situated in north of Mosul city, that was aftermath the dam which Saddam Hussein built it there in 1980.
Many of my memories of the childhood period went under the sea as my village went under the sea.
Still I cry and cry for that period, the beautiful period still rings in my mind, still I console my soul to remember that period in the school that was situated one day beside Tigris River which many and many times I have had barefoot walked near to it.
My friends whether boys or girls still I mention, still I keep their figures in my memory.
All of the guideposts and landmarks of the area went under the water, the water that extends to be farther than my village spots.
What shall I say then?
Curse is to whom build the dam.
Curse to whom puts its first scheme there.
Curse to whom plotted to kill my memory.
Curse to the dam that bolted our memories.
Curse to anyone stands yonder as reason.
Let the curse eat them to be never.
Let the dragon eat them even to shatter.
Only the water remains! What shall I do with water?
Don’t you know what is fossil? religious poem
Don’t you know what is fossil?
MMA
Iraqi translator
Don’t you believe you shall change for stones and iron?
What odd is it if you still unbelieving person!
Allah said in Quran that you should turn for fossil.
Science says bones are applicable to turn for iron.
Why don’t you believe the pity human?
God promises us that Resurrection isn’t fun…
Don’t you know that bodies contain iron?
Don’t you know that bones contain calcium?
It is reasonable then to be changed for stones.
It is reasonable then to be turned for fossil.
O, God, help me if I got changing for fossil…
Do you make thyself ignorant what it means "fossil"?
After you died, your bones will change for fossil.
No healthy bone shall remain but will turn for fossil…
Don’t you fear that your bones will be fossilized?
God-fearing helps you not to for everlasting fossilized…
Then all your bones again shall be raised.
Then all bones will resurge from foot to head…
Then your all bones again shall be revived…
No stone, no iron shall stay but to be changed.
As before you died, you shall be a new creation.
Allah Almighty will enhance in thee a new version.
That God Almighty is to everything capable.
By the will of God, we wish to be protectable.
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O, God, please help the poor man who is in a very necessity to your Help, and if not that, he will suffer and will not be saved from his torture….
Alas! To this life that who runs after it is as if who runs after mirage and lastly will get nothing, he will leave it only the shroud accompanies him and if he had had the righteous deed…
Nothing remains , it was sunk
Nothing remains it was sunk
Mohammad Ahmad poems
Inside the water it was drowned
The village, which I love it, was doomed
Nothing remains
Her face was sealed
Even her dog was drowned
Even her home, her she-goat was drowned
Nothing remains even her toy
Still I know where she played
Her hill still I love
The place that overlooks over her orchard,
Still tickles my heart
It still overlooks to my door
It sill overlooks to my pen
It still overlooks to my left atrium
I know that I know
By my heart I know
A memory of ancient days calls me
Inside my heart, it calls me
A village we love was drowned
A bird we love was drowned
The hill we love was drowned
Only remembrances remain
Only a bit of deep wound remains
Only a bit of trail such as snake gap remains
You may cry me I am deserted
You may cry me I am alone
Never should you say
But to say goodbye
Say farewell for the dream
Say farewell for the impatient youth
Say farewell to the juicy moment
Say farewell to poor beloved heart
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Are you alive or dead?
Are you from sold metal made?
I know you still remember our days
I know you still remember the moon we love
I know still you love the same sunrays
I know your moony face still cast over hays.
But what shall I do to the days?
What shall I do to the fate?
What shall I answer you in my dream?
Hi, to the river we sat beside everyday
Hi, to the rock we sat over one day and sing
Hi to the joyful faces returning from farms
Hi to the joyful faces returning from harvest
Hi, to the oar we draw in each evening
Hi, to the skies we steal a look for it and wonder
Your name is the penny I stocked never I lost.
Your face is the paper I wrote never I blot
Here it is inside my body however, fate sought
Time of now is bizarre and strange
Time of now is bizarre and strange
MMA poems
Iraqi translator
Time of al- Mutanbi was gone away
Remote time never comes again
Never shall we battle with swords or javelins…
Never shall we have horses to cross the desert…
Never shall we wait that time to return…
Time of now is bizarre and strange….
Those men of dated history have their good deed…
Look! Now we are tumbling in our affairs….
Fallen in mistake, we want to be pioneers!
As closed window, we halt in the hell…
Formerly we sat beside a river, inhaling its breeze…
What can we do to our desire if it is lame?
Many people knowing not but to intrude selfishly…
Yet there is moon and there is sky….
Into my shadowy curtain, it lights the door…
I woke up to see the sun thriving in my yard….
Looks like my pink roses would endow me a new dream…
However, I am betrayed by others, still I am strong….
That's my life and I shan't ask others help….
Universal time, nothing from it, I do expect…
Nothing hath guided me but only my feet….
Nothing will help me but only my God…
That's why I do not trust others to be friends…
That's why I do not trust each moment comes….
That's why I avoid myself not to be fallen in mistake…
That's why I consider all things to be my foes….
Is there a bit of reality in this world?
Therefore, we cannot leave out our life to be randomly.
Yearning and desire converted to be a thick ocean as I see…
Truth and honour are just awkward thoughts….
Cursed life never will be adjusted then….
Never will it become straight then…
Even the birds of now chant at a spaceless sadness…
Even the pooch never will bark in front of house….
Even the cat never mews beside the fire stove…
Never can we see a nightingale sings delightedly…
Even the bee never has it had honey nectar….
However, I shall go away to my purpose and seek….
Give me thy thin eyes and I shall teach you how to speak…
Close me thy shoulder and I shall teach you how to dance…
Nevertheless, you recognize until you learn my words…
Harsh words and harsh sentiment gives me back…
Never can it thrive our way to be brightish once more.
Hundred of poems I can poetize every week
Neither I got malady nor do I feel weak…
What do those lame verses can do now?
From a dated word, we derive a new one…
Therefore, it will be suitable to our contemporary time…
Many years I do my job jibbing in what I concern.
I would refuse the calm not to be a hullabaloo of misery.
People never will settle peace but to quarrel themselves.
Aren’t you calling thyself to be the blight of our place?
Not I am the man who has grim hand…
But to do my job with a new activity I shall look.