Poetry Blogs (movement)
Moon.girl on I quit (5 hours ago)
The old man sat on the terrace his eyes closed. The throbbing purr of the mini-digger sounded like some very large, contented lion. Rob the driver was telling Jake the plumber, who was in the trench, to saw through the large root from the acacia tree that was stopping the digger scooping out more trench. The old man opened his eyes and saw his friend Dave, owner of terrace and trench, holding out ...
Tuesday 6th August 2019 5:24 pm
In the great winter night,
Opened skies scream to the willowed avalanches,
Where the people die mourning their loved ones.
Leaves didn’t fall that afternoon in december,
Nor did the bodies strung up on the desert floor,
Sand seeps into wounds and makes the blind cry for their mothers,
Fashioned in a new way to see the world go round,
I opened fantasy and mirror alike...
Monday 5th February 2018 6:07 pm
SLOWLY, SPEEDILY TURNING
All at once both slow and fast all at once. A sense of motion is awesome,
has anyone ever felt such a heady rush of speed
together with total slowness and lack of motion?
Let’s set off on our journey up to the hills,
we will arrive in seconds and in days…
here there are two speed vortices that we share at the same time, continuously.
Who an earth ...
Wednesday 12th March 2014 6:52 pm
Journey to a place that is the edge, edge of the ocean right here, right now.
Not sea, not land, edge of the ocean is where this is at,
on every landmass on planet earth, no exceptions.
Always in movement, in touch with the moon is the tide, on cliff, on beach.
A wetness attacking the dryness, now as it has before,
the story of a billion years before our eye...
Sunday 6th October 2013 1:29 am
© 2011 by Ali Taha Alnobani
Tuesday 5th March 2013 11:41 am
Ghost dancing through the night so haunting and so mystical,
ghosts are all around you if you know where to look.
Mysterious ghost ships sail on dark eternal seas forever and ever.
Ghostly figures prance through the dark slender trees on a Winters’
Maybe one day we too will be ghosts if we die in the right way
but now we can n...
Tuesday 20th September 2011 1:15 pm
Cars bumper to bumper
Trucks, buses, coaches
Cell phones to ears
Hand in hand
The traffic moves
Relief – freedom
Like a dam burst
Going in the same direction.
Monday 16th November 2009 4:40 pm