I saw him depart
Clothed in the evening sun
Western skies in a haze of dull red
He strode through the lamps
As they illuminate the passage to the eternals
I saw him emerge from the east
The horizon all orange
As he shouldered the sunrise
With scars of life's battles
......
Poem by /Gharam Alrubaye
Translated by/ Ibtissam Ibrahim , Iraq
A stray bullet
On the remand of pouring pain
And a heart doesn’t escape from all this
Once , I was a cloud
Passed on a poor spot
then , it burst into tears
I was a sun .. decided not to shin
the farmers and workers were sad
......
The Thunderbird flailed it's wings
in annoyance that it's lover was gone too long.
The ground shook in retort
and rocks toppled down the mountains
birthing an angry landslide
that echoed with anguish down the slopes.
The Thunderbird shrieked it's loudest wail,
in heartache of it's lost love.
The Heavens grew dimmer in somber spirits
......
What more should I do?
To be twined all time,
Toxic and suicidal,
Never I trimmed to lock
Your scent in my beard.
Still you hurry every time.
What more should I do?
I cut my nails with fear
To never hurt you whilst
My laborious lips fondle.
......
In my infinite wisdom
I tell you this thing,
In this here my kingdom
Will the pendulum swing;
One minute the Kurds
So cute in their garb,
The other the Turks
With their venomous barb.
......
The Thunderbird flailed it's wings
in annoyance that it's lover was gone too long.
The ground shook in retort
and rocks toppled down the mountains
birthing an angry landslide
that echoed with anguish down the slopes.
The Thunderbird shrieked it's loudest wail,
in heartache of it's lost love.
The Heavens grew dimmer in somber spirits
......
To kill or not the mockingbird?
This is absurd!
Remarked the boy.
Keeps me awake,
With the noise it makes,
Crying for love.
It's not a robin red.
Her voice is dread.
......
I saw him depart
Clothed in the evening sun
Western skies in a haze of dull red
He strode through the lamps
As they illuminate the passage to the eternals
I saw him emerge from the east
The horizon all orange
As he shouldered the sunrise
With scars of life's battles
......
Poem by /Gharam Alrubaye
Translated by/ Ibtissam Ibrahim , Iraq
A stray bullet
On the remand of pouring pain
And a heart doesn’t escape from all this
Once , I was a cloud
Passed on a poor spot
then , it burst into tears
I was a sun .. decided not to shin
the farmers and workers were sad
......
Sitting on the wire she glooms and alone
‘Down forth’ all beckon,
‘Bits of bread are there
Pick up lest the other demands share’.
The lame bird flaps in the air
Rolling down from her breast a white feather,
Pecking a bit with a sense
The escorts saving by defence.
A hunter hits like the lightning from the blue
None finds out yet its clue,
......