Poems & Passages

From the h'Art of Anata'alie


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        A Blue Letter

This morning, I found your note
On my car windscreen
Was it a Hello, was it a Goodbye
Try, write, I will never read
Why you want so much for
My heart to break over you..

I drove through the meadows
Your note stuck in the middle
Of the view
It started raining softly..

I stopped by a roadside cafe...
I sat outside and ate
A wet croissant in a diluted cappucino
I stayed in the cold rain
Watching the words
You wrote
Become diluted ink

And so I will never know..
Was it Hello, was it Good-bye?
I drove my heart away
From the blue stain on the parking ground..

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  Romeo Time

     The rendezvous of
      Romeo and Juliet
      timed out...
      passion comes
      at the dot of the second
      it comes once
      the 61st second of the hour
      never miss it
      it never comes around
      never
      comes
      around
      never



    From: A Prisoner of My Own
...
I owe you the world
because it is going to stop        
    spinning for you
and our bond of love
shall tie your days and nights with chains
  of memories that will cut you raw
with every tiny movement you dare
  or hope to take,
Live long prisoner of my heart.





















Fascination

I tempt your heart
     into a dead
     end
and stab it
    as much as it takes
to send it to eternity adrift

I put rocks
in the pockets
     of your love
     and watch it drown
in the gentle fascination

Ever so near
     I want you
     away
     from me.
     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~



  The Finishing Line

The moon before setting down
gives her hand to the rising sun
asking him to keep the world
rotating as she sleeps.
Yet, my dream
is a flat land
where I walk back and forth
as I please.
  
         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Red Dot

A red dot on the forehead
she waits for him to come home
to give her that handful of rice
to sustain their meager existence
her tears wash away
the pain of yesterday.

A red dot in the alley
the blood of his sickened lungs
spat in anguish
He pedals his rickshaw
the rain drops drain away
the pain of today.

Tonight, on the bare floor
of their shanty home,
They sit silently
and content
as their children laugh away
the pain of tomorrow.

When night comes,
hell and paradise are
not so far apart..
                    
      













             Pray With Me Actress


  It was the last day of the month.
  It was pay day for most,
     except for people like me who
     keep looking
     for a treasure and have nowhere
  to look anymore.

  Cozied in the carton box,
  I prepare for my lonely night
     filling my box with newspapers and rags
     to keep me from freezing in the harsh
  American winter

  It was New Year day,
  The wish of the year for all
     except for people like me. 
     My wish has walked
     hundreds of highways and
     every road I took
     brought me back to square one,
  the carton box

  A prayer crept in my soul
  Like a wind that blows
     over the emerald winter sea
     and a wonderland of love
      kept me warm
     the morning came up,
     and on my blanket newspaper,
     a small ad:
  wanted immediately a true blues singer

  I kicked away the carton box and
  I am walking to my next meal,
     my next chance, my next love.  
     Pray with me actress
     for the carton box is gone, and
  this is my very last wish.

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  Just Another Poem

He said he wrote
A white sand poem
He said he dedicated it to me.  Yes.

He said they took his poem
And the sand under my feet
Removed the dedication, too.  Yes.

Lost deep in a useless movement
I am hypnotized by a cruel lie
That calls itself a sweet caress

He was deaf
Except to the mention of his name...
I wanted nothing
Why did you have to bring
The ugly echoes in my sanctuary?

He says he fell for me
I say he fell for himself, through me
End this masquerade, do not use me
I need nothing anymore...
Please leave..

                    ~~~~~~


THE OIL IN THE SEA

The sea in him was calm as oil
At least that is what he allowed me to see..
He said a word takes nine months to come to life
And the land was receding fast, so very fast
The sea was so quiet, why?

And so I blew a storm over his cup of seawater...
Yes, it was him alright
The waves came angry, so angry
At the receding land, and he fought hard
All of his waves fought the oil in the sea
And the reclaiming of the land started

It was him alright....
I found him, at last...

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The Appolonaire's Bridge
 
   A gentle life in Horfaissh,
   A village of five thousands souls
   Everyone knows him....
   The cloth is tight, he feels encumbered
   Everywhere he walks, people greet him,
   Everyone says his name
   He longs to try his wings, in anonymity....

   A fast life in New York
   A concrete block of 30 floors
   I take the blue glass lift every morning
   And every night, I still do not know why...
   A series of doors all alike, each with one glass eye
   No one knows my name,
   I never cared to read theirs on the doors
   I long to leave the wings of the blue glass lift...

   La Seine' s polluted waters continue to flow
   Under the Appolinnaire's bridge
   When shall we meet?
   The bridge stands vacant of our steps....
   We could always meet in the compromise,
   In equal distance:  The life open
   In the middle of the concrete bridge
   Is it too hard for you, the middle of nowhere?

The Promised Land
is not
in the Land
but in
The Promise

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                BLISS

          Tenderly chilled
         I eat nonchalantly
    The flesh of your words
      I keep tearing at them
            One syllable
               At a time
            Your theory
               Unfolds
              In Its own
               Mystery
           Out of breath
           Out of words
           Your silence
        Is indeed my bliss...
    *************************

  The Snowman

In that place he only knows,
    the walls feel like a womb,
    warm and safe,
There is no sunset or sunrise
    to remind him of a name
    he wants no more

The life yet to be is ushered away,
    unwelcome.
That is where he wants to spend his days
    in the softness of the night

Yet, his heart twinkles when
    a thought of me visits him.
He pens out rhyme after rhyme to deafen       the heartbeat in his chest,
    ripped open by a  good bye.

Pretend that you did not see it.
I will take the snow in the farewell, and         make a snowman
    with a carrot as his nose
I will stay besides the snowman, and
    make him feel  the fire of Africa,
    and the blazing forest,
    it will melt away

The snowman of my goodbye is gone.                     Come out and see.
Please, do not hurt.