Altair Laahad


Altair Laahad Poems

1. Pink Dolphins In Amazone 4/7/2013
2. As You Write 4/3/2013
3. As He Dreamed Of Slamming The Door 5/9/2013
4. They Melt With All The Gods 5/12/2013
5. A Litle Child Walked On A Snake 7/12/2013
6. When You Scatter My Ashes 8/8/2013
7. A Green Willow Grows In My Heart 7/30/2013
8. When You Surrender Your Visibility 8/13/2013
9. You Soaked Your Words 8/21/2013
10. Until You Do It 4/27/2013
11. And You'Ve Got A Good Poem 5/16/2013
12. And Both Slept With God 4/4/2013
13. Despair 6/18/2013
14. Silence 6/26/2013
15. Blue Flood 7/20/2013
16. Confidence 5/19/2013
17. The Untrodden Lane 5/11/2013
18. Born On The Wind's Wings 4/14/2013
19. When You Dislike It 4/5/2013
20. Eroded Stones 5/1/2013
21. Rush 5/1/2013
22. Lullaby Of A Butterfly 4/6/2013
23. His Words 4/6/2013
24. His Pen(Is) Of A Poet 4/6/2013
25. Remember 5/20/2013
26. Tolerance 5/27/2013
27. Relic Of Serenity 6/5/2013
28. False Pride 6/12/2013
29. The Ancient Knife 4/8/2013
30. Eloped 4/9/2013
31. Two Butterflies 4/10/2013
32. The Wind Has Crept Down The Hills 4/11/2013
33. Eucalyptus Talk 4/13/2013
34. It's Spring 4/15/2013
35. Primal Sympathy 4/17/2013
36. Two Men 4/20/2013
37. If 4/20/2013
38. Asylum 5/2/2013
39. When A Poet Dies 5/6/2013
40. It's Scary This World! 5/10/2013
Best Poem of Altair Laahad

As You Write

When the universe flows out of your heart
in hyperbolic resonance heard by the few
circles sharing your esoteric intersection,
they laugh and weep to your mirth and sorrow
while the onomatopoeia whispering or shrieking
in a landscape of rocks, rainbows, rain and roots
stirring the mud below;
There, you hold your pen, mindless of thoughts
with sweat droplets anointing your skin and soul
and the heart pulse singing the blissful gift
and your mind watching from above the hill,
your pen is rambling around
in a hieroglyphic dance without counting
the beats ...

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His Pen(Is) Of A Poet

His pen(is) erect as a Tower
It comes bursting out at times unsolicited by the mind
and brings the entrails of muse into display
It searches inspiration flirting the flower on a hill of venus
or the pink rose of a poetess in full inspiration
It roars as it slides patiently through the garden
of words of verse or prose
like a snake homeless roaming the hills
prowling for a prey or a hole to sleep and dream

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