Altair Laahad

Altair Laahad Poems

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

Pink Dolphins In Amazone

It happened once in amazon
The wooden boat set sail alone
With little kids and mom and dad
Were jovial all together glad

They sail to see another world
Of trees and bees yet never told
The dolphins there are scarce and rare
They swim and dance, yet not aware

Their days ahead are hard and harsh
As fire and steel began the march
Around their scope of clean, pristine
lagoons and land, all clear and fine

The little boat at central point
Of water world, it lost the joint
With real world of far away
as little kids felt strong ...

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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

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