Altair Laahad


Altair Laahad Poems

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

Like a sly wolf dragging a shy cat
to his den, he laid her on his hairy bosom
and chewed her in kisses;
as many as the stars,
or the grains of sand
in an endless sahara
wrinkled in a four hundred year drought;
as she moaned like the night wind
in pain,

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