Who’s He?
Whos He?
By: Ghareeb al-Diyar
An Arab in Diaspora
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Mysterious in his life
You are lucky
Not to know him!
For him, life is nothing!
whos he? You ask!
In his shapeless shape,
he is not a human
Or even looks like a Jinn
On the top of his neck
You see two heads,
And sometimes three
On the back of his head
two eyes, sometimes one
in his continuous talk
too much sin
Whos he?
I wander!
How he lives or dies?
Unlike human lives!
Youre lucky
not to meet him!
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Happiness is a gift!
More than just a mood
More than laughing shift
So Always be happy dude
Be happy n never act
Like Mike my brother
He never was happy
Because he never
listens to his mother
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Whos He?
He lives in cemetaries
Make it gardens
Whenever you ask him
Anything, he says
Dont care
Every thing looks for him
The same
In himself hes confident
He can fall in love
By accident
Eats his pain
He makes the windows ceilings
And the walls floors
His house has no doors
Jungles for him
Wealing and dealings
But he cheats friends
And other people
While hes smiling
When he sells,
Or buys, his weighs
Wrongly measured
And always weaping
Dancing, singing,
In the same time
But weaping,
Has its wide property
Of his own , sometimes
His age is getting younger n shy,
Whenever he looks
At buildings go up
In the red sky
If you ask me!
My answer,for whos he is?
I dont know, I say.
would you?
Innocence
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No one on this earth
Is innocent because
No one with no avidness
Its the human nature
Every person by force
Or choice to witness
*******
loveForever
Let your shadow
Pass by my grave side
It will remain with me
Over my body and
Never disappear
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The Evil and Death
The only place
Where evil has no
Place is the grave
Anyone above the ground
On earth alive
Is not immune from evil
Evil and humans in
Life are acquainted
Very well
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Earth, bestFriendof All!
To be in underground
Earth, a new environment
It has to be
Its like leaving the city
To a far village with
No lights, no newspapers, no food,
No trains, no phones,
You find travelers had stopped
Forever, at no station
Your body and soul
Finally cames to peace
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Life business
No food to digest
No partner to have
Sex with, no crime
Committed for envy
No theft, no burglary
No stealing, no killing,
No work, no stress, no illness
No life, no lies
The only job all people
Share is: Eternity of silence
Called Death
*******
Quiteness and Harmony!
No good, no bad,
Around
Quietness, everywhere
And peace at last,
Its the only place makes
people equally,
Satisfied
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The Final Stage
Thank God,
Finally,everyone is
Satisfied
Death was the natural
cure, for all life strife
People with self- peace
Have found happiness
In the final step,
To enter eternal life
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Physical andMental Relaxation
What makes people
Fully relaxed?
Not physically, wrong
People planned
Instead, it is
Mental powers
Have to stand still
And put off
Nurves shell
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Mental relaxing
Is always needed much
More than physical one,
If one is tired
Sleeping, for him/her
Is relaxing
But for one who has
Nightmares created
By his/her mental
Tools, s/he will never
Get relaxed.
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Wisdom from Hard Thoughts
Philosophers gathered
One day to decide,
Conclusion was:
It is not too late
To confess, that
The only factor brings
Human beings
Together in a world of
Animality is:
War or love
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B.L.D.
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What B.L.D stands for?
Three things
On earth, all humans
And things and
everybody else, share
Birth,
Life , and Death!
No one may
Negate this simple
Truth
About the Author:
Hasan Yahya is an American Arab writer and poet, his recent writings promote Arab-American relations. He's a Professor of Sociology, and has his theories to solve the Arab-Israeli conflict. In his 21 books he covered sociology, psychology, politics, short stories and poetry.Prof. Yahya reside in Michigan, USA. this poem is expected to be in his third Poetry Diwan: Tavern of love and Death, on amazon.
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