The loss of humanity
12 October 2025
Withered lands
circling pools of blue
They breach through
humans’ hue
repeating blasts overheard
of acts untoward
We forsook
innocence repealed
Laughter pealed
Death revealed
the quaking knees they concealed
dire stances they took
Withered sigh
my bosom empty
as they die
smothered cry
The loss of humanity
burnt under their sky
Reading of the poem:
Hamza Namira - Ay Kalam | حمزة نمرة - أي كلام
Prayers of the days, struggle of illusions
19 February 2025
Translation of a poem in Arabic that I wrote on 15 May 2011 and that I had never translated before. I am providing below the English translation the original poem with a small correction. There are probably other small grammatical errors that I would not have noticed.The previous poem was published here دعاء الأيام، كفاح ألأوهام | Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum
If only I were a scream
to flirt with your lips
as I rise from them
springing free, forgetting silence
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If only I were a rock
to roll between your hands
as I oppose your ways against happiness
resilient, bound, committed to stillness
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If only I were a chick
to hide between your wings
as I look out from them
satisfied and calm, yours until I die
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If only I were pride
to support the pulse between your ribs
as I help you store the air
a loyal owner, extracting sorrows
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Today, from your rib
I am renewed, a sorceress, Eve
and from my rib, none can remove you
neither past grudges nor annihilation
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I am the scream of the steadfast rock
so forget, Sisyphus, that I should roll
I am the pride of the chick for its mother
my days' tears flowed like rivers
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I am every mother who called in the dark
the stones were shattered by my screams
I am what escaped the death of dreams
the wells filled with the blood of my veins
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Look to the oncoming spring
for it bears the seed of my flowers
Put on the garment of the regretful autumn
for it is too late to oppress me
دعاء الأيام، كفاح الأوهام
2011-05-15
ليتني صرخة
كي أغازل شفتيك
و أنا أرتفع منهما
منطلقة حرَة ناسية السُكوت
◊
ليتني صخرة
كي أتكركب بين يديك
و أنا أعارض طرقك ضدَ الهناء
صامدة مقيَدة ملتزمة بالسُكون
◊
ليتني فرخ
كي أتخبَأ بين جناحيك
و أنا أطلُ منها
راضية هادئة، لك إلى أن أموت
◊
ليتني فخر
أساند النَبض بين ضلعيك
وأنا أساعدك على تخزين الهواء
مالكة وافية منتزعة للشجون
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أنا اليوم من ضلعك
تجدَدت ساحرة حوَاء
و من ضلعي ما أمكن نزعك
لا الحقد الماضي و لا الفناء
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أنا صرخة الصخرة الصَامدة
فإنس يا سيزيف أن أستدار
أنا فخر الفرخ للأم الوالدة
سال دمع أيامي سيل الأنهار
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أنا كل أم نادت في الظلام
تحطمت بصرختي الأحجار
أنا ما نجى من موت الأحلام
إمتلأت بدم عروقي الآبار
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أنظر إلى الربيع القادم
فهو يحمل زرع زهري
إرتد ثوب الخريف النادم
فقد فات الأوان عن قهري
Reading of the translation in English of the original Arabic poem:
Reading of the original Arabic poem (most likely with some grammar mistakes)
Elyanna - Olive Branch (Edited Version) Lyrics + Translation اليانا - غصن زيتون
Internal flicker fed my hope
20 December 2024
The blackbirds flying oh so high
over war torn landscapes they sigh
wings forming black waves in the sky
They replicate patterns on Earth
The world hurled out its wayward grief
It seemed there just was no relief
I looked at it in disbelief
Would I withstand what was in store?
I lay low in the leafy grass
body weighted like solid brass
eyes peering through the looking glass
would tomorrow hold new meanings?
My heart survived the black dismay
I kept the gloomy thoughts at bay
I piled upon me yellow hay
to make believe in new sunrise
Sun’s pallor shone at languid pace
to serve a day of deep disgrace
when men their horrors would not face
so the innocent paid the price
A thousand children were our shame
most surely we are all to blame
we saw them fall to deadly flame
now rubble and tears fill our hearts
I lift a world of red ember
a weight more than I remember
In a cold night of December
internal flicker fed my hope
Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry challenge using the word "remember" as inspiration. For the rules and more poems, please follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2024/12/18/ovi-poetry-challenge-79-remember-is-your-inspiration/
Reading of the poem:
Emel Mathlouthi - Ma Lkit Official Video
Female wisdom slows down the fight
27 October 2024
They hoarded from river to sea
homes not for them so tirelessly
as broken throngs just had to flee
usurped lands cannot be taken
As they looked for love and respect
the tides turned on debased regret
although they were told not to fret
their losing path carved itself dark
Trump to trump with a winning card
wrong male policies to discard
intruders are leveled down hard
female wisdom slows down the fight
Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry challenge using the word “respect” as the inspiration. For more poems and rules, follow this link :
Reading of the poem:
Dana Salah - Ya Tal3een (full version) يا طالعين
There is a new place for women
23 October 2024
A wall rose up in the desert
through flickers that flames would assert
the blaze played on like a concert
a wane backdrop for their feelings
The Earth braced for oncoming change
quakes removed them from shooting range
Adversaries land would estrange
Consciousness would repair damage
I saw my thoughts and words still rhymed
The bell for sisterhood now chimed
Sorority sessions well timed
There is a new place for women
Reading of the poem:
Divine Feminine Inner Harmony - Yabin
Some wage wars in pregnant deceit
7 October 2024
The drum rolls preceded the fight
sound of thunder within the night
fireworks infusing the dark light
ignition of dome that caves in
Two allies join in Middle Earth
ravaging lands unto the firth
seeking to establish new hearth
perhaps but violence is heard
Kill for kill is set on repeat
Some wage wars in pregnant deceit
neither faction accepts defeat
eye for eye and we all are blind
Alliances lead to new norms
society acquires other forms
new stances of people in swarms
freedom pierces through the black veils
Reading of the poem:
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes Ovi poetry challenge using the word “defeat” as inspiration. For information on the rules and to read more poems please visit this link
Azam Ali & Loga Ramin Torkian- BARAYE ft. Hamed Nikpay, Mamak Khadem, Arash Avin, Mahsa Ghassemi
The ghastly death ring
12 April 2024
Writing date
The seventh of tenth
Shift of three
Pervades me
A rubber stamp to relate
Twenty twenty-three
Prince of peace
death right precluded
Blood released
heartbeat ceased
Predictive programming sprees
from pores exuded
Sea to shore
the victims galore
bombs that slayed
infants strayed
Awareness to cut through minds
as enemy grinds
Look afar
through the eye that smarts
flattened stones
amidst groans
pictures that imprint on hearts
ugly that they are
Bloody spill
cloaks the sunken eyes
World’s attire
of the liar
no longer a white-clad skill
twixt the dying sighs
Angels sing
voices join clamours
of thousand
small hammers
of ribs protruding to end
the ghastly death ring
Reading of the poem:
Rajieen | راجعين (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
Rewritten by spars
13 January 2024
Wars are waged
against the other
Relentless
terror raged
Helpless victims not fleeing:
the child and mother
The world skids
unparalleled turns
Spirit takes
what it yearns
for downtrodden mind’s dismay
stays being of clay
I feel night
mining my insides
like acid
eating skin
It feels like giant within
with murderous strides
The blood pours
over my feelings
It oozes
through my pores
my body a map of scars
rewritten by spars
Reading of the poem:
I Didnt Know – Karima Nayt
I am just one breath from a thousand voices 19 November 2023
I am the vestige of a fake sermon the redeemer of a so-called vermin the fate of which they will determine heads or tails, palms would examine I am a slowly revived olive tree My gentle farmers rekindle me their dreams of liquid green honey set in their dead eyes that no longer see My fruit hangs on the West Bank where every corner smells death dank metal on their heads lands with a clank they think my keepers they outrank I am a call for prayer in their lost homes to Jerusalem, Rome and all those golden domes The mind of each in inner turmoil roams as fire every inch of their land combs I am just one breath from a thousand voices seeping through clenched teeth’s brittle noises exhaled from tight chests pressed in dead choices while inhuman armada in kids’ blood rejoices Reading of the poem:
Law Of The Thr3e - From womb to tomb
Ashes for daughters 21 October 2023
She walks slow life bundled on back Agony her fiefdom, mind scattered throughout waters, thoughts a procession They deal blow never cut her slack Trinity not random house as their hearts lurch hospital and church Two may die May they ever live to forgive fathers’ tales, she cries as her lung inhales ashes for daughters Reading of the poem:
Spanoudakis- Prosopa
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