The diplomats make one last try
just as they have since ancient Greece
so blood won't spill nor bullets fly
in vain attempt to maintain peace

And even so, the plans are made
generals meet in their dark lair
where there's neither sun nor shade
troop casualties are assumed there

Machines and men are moved in place
both side joining in the race
strategists put marks on maps
talks are abandoned, frail peace..snaps

السهاد

آه ياليل مااطولك
سئمت منادمتك , فما اطمعك؟
حتى النجوم في مشكاتها
باتت بعيدا عن مضجعك

Ah how long
is my night
and draggy.
I wonder
if anyone
really joys its
company.
Even the stars
in their niche
roosted away
from its bed.
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Ah! How long you tarry my night
though of little fun and delight.
and it adds to my pains and stress
that no stars slept close to your recess

Betwixt the
Shimmering constellations
And the
Black pines

Inside its eye
The face of a thousand midnights

Sharpening its talons
On the cheeks of the fair

And slake their thirst
On the darkening air

hunger realms
a trickle wind

displace me soul
the darkness grows
stretched like a shadow
curious

the muses frolicked
drawing wealth
from pleasures cup

the garden stars emerge
to cut the dreams

imagination cries out
in her hour

searching for binary
causes
revolutionary
pauses

If you're an adult
or a child,
 civilized or
living in the wild,
let mother nature
guide, nurture and lead,
then all you need
is to imitate
what she would
naturally
 illustrate.

God has always
educated mothers
  what they need
 to educate. 

I heard the sky whispering, it used the trees, their tips,
blown by breezes softly, only I could hear, so near,
the dawn was coming soon, to walk the heavens into day,
on tip toe calmly, the air was waiting quiet, expectant,
like the still of those at prayer in a great cathedral of the blue.

Look out upon the rugged lands
the depths of which I used to stroll
among the ancient hardwood stands
before the passing years took toll

These lands which people seldom shade
where deer and bear still roam their trails
beyond the sight of open glade
where a lone hawk or eagle sails

Now days I dare just walk their edge
and try to peer within their heart
from atop some bluff or stony ledge
the borders where wild places start

glitter in the glass
shine like tiger in its grass

you were mirage glare
freedom
a song I had lost

I sit here on emerald banks seam
Watching the dreams of life’s stream
It passes before my eyes to eternity
There the words of Muses fraternity

Would I write all those things seen?
Who could understand the dreams?
That drifts on by touching my thread
A giant weave of the water instead

Come sit with me, hold my mind
Let reality and sadness drag behind
Crafts of rainbows blessed with flowers
Floating by, reaching out for golden hours

Daffodils bursting butter yellow
From a warming poltice
Of last years leaves

A cross cut lawn
In ancient tartan
Kelley and lincoln green

Forsythia
A sunburst
Igniting the split rail fence

A lady rain mists
A gossamer veil

My spade rests
Patiently
Against the dormant locust