Poetry Blogs (goals)
No swift route to find your way
But be a swift and don’t delay
Let the currents raise you to reach the sky
Enjoy the view as you speed on by
You’ve found your lift to hit the heights
No frantic flaps to just get by
Just glide the air and cross the sky
And chance a glance as you pass us by
With faith to carry you across the big blue
You’re on your way, but there’...
Wednesday 27th November 2019 8:37 am
You should plan to keep going
whatever you meet .. whatever you face
The only thing to be growing
Never to fallback in the race
Be aware to wear patience hat
Remove the hat of desperation
Keep energy for acts no chat
No goals achieved in quotation
Always to ask what you need
To get ready helping people
Same as you eat you must feed
To win the race you shoul...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 6:43 pm
Translation of my Arabic Poem (“The Choice”)
Who, in the World, chooses his birth?
Who chooses his family and children?
Who chooses his fate and country?
Who chooses the time to go to heaven?
But it is possible to choose our day
To sincerely care about family and work
This will be the first right step to our future
To achieve our goals while we're alive
Your name and countr...
Monday 25th February 2019 8:11 pm
A two way conversation is something very nice,
Because you both can talk in a way that is very concise,
One way talking could be something so unkind,
But the art of conversation can help you with your mind,
To fuse two minds together can become one,
If you do your pain will be gone,
To share and care is a special thing indeed,
It takes the nucleus to plant the seed,
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 1:05 pm
the concrete road
still dark and darkening night, the dead cold of dying winter,
rain against the windscreen, speed in easy, selfish solitude.
my shirt gives up the scent of soap.
(i have no other dream.)
noise surrounds me, the oil-ribbed sounds of a lost summer,
the meaningless bypass between here and some other place.
yet hands formed this path.
(i have no othe...
Friday 23rd June 2017 9:43 am
The morning, crisp and broken by the curfew
Of rising larks and pigeons in the choir,
Its breaching sun is bursting through the grass dew
And thinning out the misty dawn's perspire.
Many rest upon their linen sheets around
And you, the only currently arise,
Solo is your ally when breaking the ground;
Undistracted, undisturbed - your alibis.
Your muscles twitch uncertain of their purpose,
Or whether purpo...
Friday 27th June 2014 2:21 pm