قالوا الدروز فقلت جيل معرق
العقل دين والوفاء الموثقُ
والصدق شرعتهم فإن عاهدتهم
بروا وإن نطقوا بأمر يصدقوا
خلق الأسود متى يمس حماهم
وسخاء حاتم طيء إن يطرقوا
تمت مروءتهم فإن ناديتهم
طاروا إليك عصائبا تتدفق
ربضوا بباب الشرق خير ضراغم
تحمي العرين فأين منه الأبلقُ
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Pensile clouds of a new Truth loom.
With them are selected versions of
Extinct grief.
Looking through the yellowness of a
Dog’s eyes, this aura of Truth, pervasive,
Sours my palate.
What say the bulletins and tabloids
In their speech potency?
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I sit across from you in the dimly lit café
Your eyes are restless, your hands are stained with paint
Silent strangers inspect each other helpless
Tell me of your visions, your fears, your dreams
You speak of stars in Arles, sunflowers, colours and light
We sip our coffee, we smoke our pipes, we watch the night
You smile at me as we forget ourselves in someone's bloodstream
You are a genius, a madman, a tortured soul
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Beloved, if perchance word of my death reaches you
As, alone, you fondle my only child
Eagerly awaiting my return,
Shed no tears in sorrow for me
For in my homeland
Life is degradation and wounds
And in my eyes the call of danger rings.
Beloved, if word of my death reaches you
And the lovers cry out:
The loyal one has departed, his visage gone forever,
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Africa,
I reconcile your genius with nostalgia,
perfervidity and relic lust;
your age with the whiteness
of a virgin void of earliness;
and your life with the tenderness
of the yolk of God.
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If only I had known the last time I saw you was going to be my last,
I would have hugged and held onto you so tightly,
Not even the Grim Reaper would have been able to rip you from my grip.
If only I could see you smile once more,
I would immortalize it in a photograph,
And hang it in the hallway of Eternity.
During the short time I knew you,
You put more smiles on my face
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Pensile clouds of a new Truth loom.
With them are selected versions of
Extinct grief.
Looking through the yellowness of a
Dog’s eyes, this aura of Truth, pervasive,
Sours my palate.
What say the bulletins and tabloids
In their speech potency?
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Dear teacher, You are the best
You really stand out among the rest
As you plant a seed of curiosity and motivation,
We know & grow & succeed
Every lesson you teach,
Inspires us to dream, to work & to reach
You work hard every day & night,
To make us very bright
Every word spoken for you seems to be less,
I sometimes wonder do you ever rest?
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Once upon a time, dear
This day, every year
Made me bathe in tear-
As it came so near.
At a pretty little past
Although it'd be the last,
For things fade so fast
't was day of my heart.
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