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HE / HIM . by.  KHALID EL MORABETHI.

Les religions des hommes Ont eu raison Des messages de Dieux

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The artist and the cat

All nights warrants

An artist With a blank notebook

Searching for an idea Brain like filled up with ants

To fill the pages with ink into books

Alas gone is the inspiration

Numerous are the cities the nations

That the artist knows

But none enough to make one's eyebrows

Crunch together in emotion

So the artist waits alone seeking imagination

Like one would seek a cat

And try to make it purr

Like the saying goes No hat

Makes a person Blur

And all the words go blur

They wish they could nurture

Their skills and hone them like a sword

But to say it they can't find the word

All nights warrants

The Artist looking for

the perfect hook

But  no words nor

Letters can let their wants

Be told from the heart in books

Thunderstorm

Cornfield and purple skies

Thunder shakes the earth

The damp soil and the emerald grass

The scenery looks like a painting

From Van Gogh

And the birds the birds black like coal follow

And fly from the tree tops whose roots are hollow

Whose leaves applaud the roaring tempest

As between the elements a celestial play

That puts the rivers to rest

Would you dance under this thunder, say

In a gown of dead leaves and the breeze of long gone rain ?

The clouds obscuring the midnight sun's rays

Electric bolts here do reign

In a furious blue haze

As far as eyes could see the amethyst skies spread

Like ancient sheets on the floor of the universe

Would you sing under the thunder, say

Beneath the torment  from branches of the canopies

Of which soon the wind will ease ?

In the fields poppies, red

All petals in the air that the breeze disperse

from the storm astray

Resilience - poetry book - Like a butterfly (on Wattpad) 

Like a butterfly a pendulum's swing Nights follow nights and days pass sometimes throat about to burst and sing But the lyrics don't exactly fit alas

Fragment - vague (Resilience poetry book)

Resilience - poetry book - Fragment - vague (14.2.2023) (on Wattpad) 

Il y a quelque chose dans la mer

Et pourtant Arabesques dans le ciel

le temps s'efface

derrière les cris de joies

les éclaboussures d'aquarelle

les nuages peints de nos mots

ces pensées qu'on entasse et qui nous enferment

on marche en rond

sur la falaise vois-tu

au loin les bateaux

par delà le brouillard de ce futur incertain

les vagues éternelles comme un cœur

qui pulse nos âmes en choeur

et là les mouettes qui te rient au nez

et les principes sans queue ni tête

ces tours de babel qui s'effondrent sans arrêt

New poem online! 

The Path

the path is not that much about your start than about the holes you fall on and your small victories and you'd be a fool to consider grandeur without admiring the small

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