A Person

A normal person

Used to have the ability

To invest in love

To discuss relationships

To forget pain 

And to conspire life

This ordinary person

Used to hear a call

That tells about survival

Used to have the euphoria of survival

Could hear complaints from people

And would call for them to stay wherever

NOW

Remains of a person

Left with his dreams

He lost his voice.

with his ignorance

and quiescence.

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Modesty

I've been told 

the finest dress a woman 

can wear is the dress 

of Shyness and modesty 

It's pure and elegant they say.

My dear, 

Whisperers of my humble modesty

are dedicated to you, without shame

Only shyness, I feel when I'm with you. 

Maybe when I experience a certain 

moment with you. 

Is it my purity or is't how you easily

can lead me to a feeling that invites 

every confused heart with his muse 

to a love ceremony. 

With humble music, I dance with timidity 

around the smiling faces, 

While I'm dressed 

with my finest dress. 

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Requests in September

Here arrives the September

wearing the dress of Fall

The Foliage covering all the sidewalks

hiding the impacts of our footsteps

Blocking from our eyes

the great memories of summer.

He stood there, the one

Who still sends his old requests

To the Lord.

I do only worship you my God

& I know that I have a destiny

I will soon meet.

God I knew my memories can be forgotten

But I never thought that memories

can be hidden.

Why would you send the wind

or the foliage to stand between me

and my unforgotable days.

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Almost forgiving

Always comes to me

Begging .. kneeling infront of me

Raising his hands to me

Flowers had covered his eyes
Eyes were filled with tears

Kneeling in front of me

Raising flowers to me

And almost were choking in the words

Fine and kind words

Supplicant and compassionate words

Words were choking ... and throttling his voice

While asking for forgiveness!

I would forgive you my beloved

 if you just give me my heart back
& leave me in this tragedy

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Behind the Walls

I wish I meet the moon again

to tell him what the sun did to me. 

My heart is alone, and my hands shakes.

Walls behind the walls, and my eyes 

disappears while hiding behind the windows

Who allowed the Sun to control us?

Will we ever achieve our safe nights?

I wish the moon knocks on my door again

to let it be a new moment of hope.

How will the nights return?

My fear, Stands between me and my

freedom and the moonlight. 

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The Crack

Between every waft and gust

You could hear a crack

of voices of men & women, 

as they carry their children 

despite the split and bang. 

Every waft carries to you 

the husky voices while humming

songs from time of liberty

despite every rift and jag.

You would crack for a moment 

but you would go on with your life

and they will still twist a tear 

for each gust and crack. 

   

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For the drought victims in East Africa

d’Verse Poets’ Pub   

 is now welcoming new poets, join us. 

Happy July 1st.

On July 1, 1960, Somalias independence day.

 



Somalia before the civil war.



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Tempting illusions

After the sun of the afternoon

and before the sunset

we would speed up

in our steps,

towards the night

of our loneliness.

Leaving the sign of our sadness

that the daytime marked

on our forehead

a sign of our youth,

which was short.

The youth was not permanent

but the grief remains

in our souls.

However my illusions

made the world

much more tempting

to survive every-day!

Quicker to the night

where the joy of the dances

where the effects of the day

would not be seen.

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Five minutes

After playing this piece of music

accompanied by my mournful voice.

I decided to travel the world as tourist.

Wherever my destiny takes me

I'll just close my eyes

 and fly over the world!

I'll take some of me

to experience with me,

Some of my quick five minutes

of a dream!

When one is not able

to make anything.

One can dream, and depend

on his share in the world of dreams.

  

Only from the first glimpse 

I caught a glimpse of your joy

Joy and happiness dancing

with my music

My passionate heart

experienced with you the love

that led to escape 

to close my eyes

to take five minutes

from life

to dream away.

After this piece

wherever my destiny takes me!

 

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Persuasion

Thank God

I still have the echo of my voice

Allthough my breath is still in flame,

burning for the old nostalgia.

Thank God,

for being only close to the misery

only struggeling

with feelings of boredom

not yet dead of waiting

but only regretting.

Thank God,

I can still convince myself

That there is a meeting

after each farewell.

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