Altair Laahad

Altair Laahad Poems

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