ABD ELHAMID REMILI

Where the baa is heard
And the sound is bird
Where the flow is theme
Seen in running stream
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The dawn slowly raises his laden lids
To let the new sun send her golden beams
The tiny creatures rub their dormant eyes
And life is fresh, a new rebirth it seems
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Water Loo

once there was a man named sham poo
who fought in Dien Bien Phu
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Life is to live
Love is to give
Beauty is to perceive
Please, don't deceive!
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it was some silent wintery evening
as my feet took me away for wandering
along the pine forest down the river
the waters were dark, the forest deeper
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Misty Hunger


through the thick rain-laden mist of the morn
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mystic and misty is the state of trance
you dip in a frozen numbness of sense
a peep from the window shade ignites
a series of unpredictable poetic acts
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When nature awakes

I start to dream
I start to ponder on poetic theme
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if the antonym of yes is a simple no
then the antonym of death is Death
the verbs for me don't mean actions
they mean Actions in a state of Death
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In the scorching sun of the wild Sahara

Where the dunes shower like The Falling Niagara
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The moon is red on misty horizon
Within a dancing fog, and the plains
In vapor dozing, the frog complains
Among the reeds, where chill has arisen
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A chanting morning to wake the drowsy world
Hills dreaming in the swinging branches shade
Dry leaves swaying in the finest breeze
Then the light waddled in the deepest cliffs
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Of all the times i love one
A silent stream at setting sun
Errant crimson clouds floating far
And a rising star, glimmering afar
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