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Carnalverse
Poems Neglected
waxed not lyrical
words on piss stained paper
forgotten once in a drawer
now on the street
unfed unread unwed
by bands of gold
to the pen
that milky inky scrawl
from the tainted brain
without tethers to reality
cranial accents
remembering innocence
that evaporated
with Kentucky liquor
forgive me I ask
no response
curled in spite
forged pages
now resilient
to my charms
Watermelons – Chris Lawrence
the watermelon
fresh vibrant
resists the heat
the pressure
you are seeds
within a rind
a border
that can be broken
life unwanted
shadows must be
carved into the earth
they keep coming
in the name
of reclamation
yet bring tears
and forge resilience
the watermelon
flesh so sweet
natures own nurture
tendrils in the grain
of sand and earth
so deep
the watermelon
with patience
will survive
fertile fed upon
the milk
of the sun
sliced so red
yet will not bleed
tasting so sweet
bring me
the watermelon
and I will
bring you
hope
البطيخ
طازجة نابضة بالحياة
يقاوم الحرارة
الضغط
أنت بذور
داخل القشرة
الحدود
التي يمكن كسرها
الحياة غير المرغوب فيها
يجب أن تكون الظلال
منحوتة في الأرض
استمروا في القدوم
باسم
من الاستصلاح
ومع ذلك تجلب الدموع
وصياغة المرونة
البطيخ
اللحم حلو جدا
الطبيعة تنشئتها
المحلاق في الحبوب
من الرمال والأرض
عميق جدا
البطيخ
مع الصبر
سوف البقاء على قيد الحياة
خصبة تتغذى عليها
الحليب
من الشمس
شرائح حمراء جدا
ومع ذلك لن ينزف
تذوق حلو جدا
آتني
البطيخ
وسوف
آتي لك ب
يأمل
albitiykh
tazajat nabidat bialhayaa
yuqawim alharara
aldaght
‘ant budhur
dakhil alqishra
alhudud
alati yumkin kasruha
alhayaat ghayr almarghub fiha
yajib ‘an takun alzilal
manhutat fi al’ard
aistamaruu fi alqudum
biasm
min alaistislah
wamae dhalik tajlib aldumue
wasiaghat almuruna
albitiykh
allahm hulw jidana
altabieat tanshiatuha
almihlaq fi alhubub
min alrimal wal’ard
eamiq jidana
albitiykh
mae alsabr
sawf albaqa’ ealaa qayd alhayaa
khisbat tataghadhaa ealayha
alhalib
min alshams
sharayih hamra’ jidana
wamae dhalik lan yunzif
tadhawaq hulw jidana
atni
albitiykh
wasawf
ati lak b
yamal
האבטיח
תוססת רעננה
מתנגד לחום
הלחץ
אתם זרעים
בתוך קליפה
גבול
שאפשר לשבור
חיים לא רצויים
צללים חייבים להיות
חצוב באדמה
הם ממשיכים להגיע
בשם
של הטבה
ובכל זאת מביאים דמעות
ולגבש חוסן
האבטיח
בשר כל כך מתוק
טיפוח הטבע עצמו
קנוקנות בתבואה
של חול ואדמה
כל כך עמוק
האבטיח
עם סבלנות
ישרוד
פורה ניזון ממנו
החלב
של השמש
פרוס כל כך אדום
ובכל זאת לא ידמם
טעם כל כך מתוק
תביא לי
האבטיח
ואני
להביא אותך
לְקַווֹת
Ibrahim Tukan – My Homeland
My homeland
My homeland
Glory and beauty
Sublimity and prettiness
Are in your hills
Life and deliverance
Pleasure and hope
Are in your atmosphere
Will I see you?
Safe and comfortable
Sound and honored
Will I see you?
In your eminence
Reaching the stars
My homeland
My homeland
*
The youth will not get tired
Their goal is your independence
Or they die
We will drink from death
But we will not be slaves to our enemies
We do not want
An eternal humiliation
Nor a miserable life
We do not want
But we will return
Our great glory
My homeland
My homeland
*
The sword and the pen
Are our symbols
Not talking nor quarreling
Our glory and covenant
And a duty to fulfill it
Shake us
Our honor
Is an honorable cause
A raised flag
O, your beauty
In your eminence
Victorious over your enemies
My homeland
My homeland
وطني
وطني
المجد والجمال
التسامي والجمال
هل أنت في تلالك؟
الحياة والخلاص
المتعة والأمل
هل أنت في جوك؟
هل سأراك؟
آمن ومريح
سليم ومشرف
هل سأراك؟
في سماحة
الوصول إلى النجوم
وطني
وطني
*
لن يتعب الشباب
هدفهم هو استقلاليتك
أو يموتون
سنشرب من الموت
لكننا لن نكون عبيدا لأعدائنا
نحن لا نريد
إذلال أبدي
ولا حياة بائسة
نحن لا نريد
لكننا سنعود
مجدنا العظيم
وطني
وطني
*
السيف والقلم
هل هي رموزنا؟
لا تتحدث ولا تتشاجر
مجدنا وعهدنا
وواجب الوفاء به
هزنا
شرفنا
إنها قضية مشرفة
علم مرفوع
يا جمالك
في سماحة
المنتصر على أعدائك
وطني
وطني
Birago Diop Defiance against Force
A poem by Birago Diop that feels so relevant to todays world
Girls bringing sherbet
raise the camp fire,
blankets spread on
the ground,
singing dead and door
tunes,
sex chorus behind
rolling orange orb
waiting for the sherbet
Wheatfields
Wheatfields
she hitched her
shorts the cleft
appeared
and in that moment
all tides surged
today had become
brighter.
Ukrainian girl in wheat field Painting
Ukraine
Painting, Oil on Canvas
Size: 25 W x 35 H x 1.4 D cm
Love Ukraine
2022 a pandemic is just loosening its grip and then another disease began , Russia under the looming presence of Putin , invaded Ukraine with brutal aggression a petulant psychopath wanting a reunited Soviet Union , well he can fuck off , I see on the news a beautiful people facing adversity with grace and fortitude and in my heart and prayers I think of them , and as I do I remembered there is a poem Love Ukraine by Volodymyr Sosyura that says so much and can fit for the here and now
Please offer aid to any organisation , the people of Ukraine need our love and support
Naked Orange
standing naked in the kitchen
talking on long cable
green wall phone
handset greasy
from pan fried bacon
I needed you
as we spoke
long distance
bare feet paced
on tactile floor
your voice oozed
sweet through receiver
I could see you
imagine you
black neglige
auburn hair
remaining flaccid
slapped to my thighs
as I knew
his cigarette tasting
tongue would be
caressing your neck
hands massaging
needy breasts
you will come home
shower fresh panties
and we would
cradle ourselves in love
on the couch
velvetmedia 