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sol omnibus lucet

Appeal to the Grammarians

not just young kids…

would that the silence

thought through thought

I do not know the meaning of time,

the wave(s) I make

to tell you the truth,

she makes eyes at me,

the eyes know the way

there are two, aren’t there,

“Two Ghosts Converse”

I turn, a new page:

do you know how to call over

rivers’ running

academia in twain (sentences)

[love is more thicker than forget]

“I can accept anything,

swimming in October

for argumentsake

and there it is,

let me in, o let me in!

1

quick, slick, sick moves man

and I do I build

it’s only I that falls

There is delirium in this sky,

He knows the weather today

Say what’s to you

There is a glass house

I am the silver sobered moon

And the torrents exposed

of the night sky,

my gaze won’t lie about

Wonder, I wonder

that bends at the lashes

[hour after hour]

swinging canopies whispering my heart,

ready to call to the earth in elation

I take it (to heart)

from the page to the soul to the page

like palm to palm

the self is three things:

nothing withers away in the sky,

“the magic”

from corners of my eye pull I

the clouds cleared away for the sunlight

(((thankfully I have a way to look straight)))

the page falling flat upon its face,

I shiver in this shade

it found my eyes still

where are, my love, you going,

sunlight peaked through

falling down my glass, the rain

pretty petal in the breeze

I dye the sky with my pupils wide

he eats every whisper

how small is the world

’tis hood season now I’m a good reason

a kneeling voice trembles,

thunder thunder thunder

the Lark and his love

you’re not like, my love, those who serve their sights

I know how the winds kiss now,

I thought I missed you

the nearest poet takes you with him

treeing between them was their love

I am the great Egret

celestial slaves

It takes a summer to slow down love,

god

the times take of one’s path

but in an ideal starving world,

black lead lent for students tiring,

I trespass beyond,

“Love’s Philosophy”

In the ruins of afterthought,

I wish to not write more, now

there is a stream

dared to not look

For you which is wrapped with flying,

O how she sings just to me,

A strange story of a servant-girl

shy of no strength

haters ‘gon hate; statists gon’ state

with but a word

invisible connections

brother from another mother

a term and a term

hands of mourning

my ever-lastings

true love; the path

wanted and wanting~

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the shielding wing

on musing the muse

A Tale by Zbigniew Herbert

The Type by Sarah Kay

bn. al-‘arabiyy

tact and tactics

turning war into love every honest chance we get

tell me a name more worthy than yours

she swims with me, the ocean she is,

if ever I’m heard

The “L” of the Arabs

beautiful broad sidewalk royalty

no bearer of burdens shall bear another’s burden

torrential blessings

Knowledge of Knowledge

shy of nothing, though

forgotten ways nurturing

but its you I fought for

the teardrop’s crossing

let’s take this outside

再別康橋 – 徐志摩

All Black Everything

the turning and returning upon reflection

I dwell in Possibility

Lengua Magnífico

The man moves earth

the firstly other

Sha’rawy Story

promises grow, my love

from Reflections on vers libre by T.S. Elliot

By Emily Dickinson

Hearken! O deep-sleepers!

resonating-like-reasoning

a radical raise

to the sky’s end

parting is not so near tomorrow

there is but only one (thirst)

Fundamental Economy

first paradigms

the power of two spell out on you

unnumbered days

Hast thou loved:

I think that I shall never see

ergo, “capacity”

more personal than a picked-pocket

theory of meaning

‘kind capacity

yours timelessly

Regulation Woes

Protected: there is a cruelness in the air,

o humble hindrance to society!—

the art of a need to know basis

Protected: by Woman’s beauty I’m charged to protect

o faithful lament

Protected: whose rival voice blurred the lines of our fate

salvific exclusivity

home is where the heart is

not just the one

and the roses bloom…

Protected: to the source of your light, bright, guiding me—

Protected: I thought in this house I could speak to you

no conflict of interest

they’ll read us I said

Protected: if only you would give me some more time,

At Twenty-Eight

the heart of infinity

Protected: in our house of worship we breathe as one;

even cries build

interpretive-romance

ever-today, ever-tomorrow

Weather Whims, Thoughts

not (without) me

double-helix through the sky, high

Protected: the lord of the house grants his permission:

sweet street fighters

seven heavens X two

bettering verse

statists 1, capitalists ∞

Protected: that you (she) are mine and I am your king,

Protected: I got you once without your noticing,

Protected: it’s something like too much feedback but not

be rough with love

Protected: the problem, as it would seem to me comes,

beg

Protected: enraged with your reasoning, my jaw juts,

knowledge and wisdom

Protected: how do I return but like I turn-yearn—

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متى استعبدتم الناس

‘hardship upon hardship’

Protected: when I sometime forget this “things to do”,

flower-power, pure

Protected: but look at her now, how no one likes her,

Protected: it’s only that you feel his piercing gaze

and we’re off

break your heart

Protected: be that as it may, let’s just continue;

Protected: don’t you see—the safety you must forsake

缘

sight’s light!

the truth is relative

read well the time

Protected: what if I told you you could guess the next word

Protected: the sky meets your eye, sweet angel of mine,

Protected: he sees it coming, the wisdom-lover;

7

language-love-lowghah

linguistic imperialism continued

“like a haunted house in day-light”

“Most teachers waste

Protected: tell me of the “oppressor’s wrong” to you

It will be found,

observable magnitudes alone

“We must be clear…

Protected: rush

you all have such beautiful minds,

the good poet and his love

what is it with her, Beauty,

something in a smile reveals to the world

do you ever wonder why the ride home

“do you trust me”

what will hold you down

prolific stranger

I try not to think in silence

وَجَدْتُ الْحُبَّ نيرَاناً تَلَظی

Protected: why would one shy to tell a poet’s tale

وقالوا لو تشاء سلوت عنها

“I don’t understand”—withstand it—

a beautiful face is the best medicine—

if two lanes merge, is not he who cuts

the unbound-bond

there are certain things I believe

some guy’s eyein

the knowledgeable’s knowledge

Protected: youth’s beauty is not with the face alone—

well that was dumb

Protected: floodgates

Protected: like it when I

Protected: the crave for purity was great in us,

The Storyteller’s Craft

what could to men say a man

that’s how a word works,

Protected: do those who value the man of his mind

what might one draw

how can I write when I have pain, therefore,

what kills me—what fills me—

I miss the deserts I’ve never been to,

what could you hide from me that I

death, what we fear from denial,

Protected: all that

Protected: a poet’s word(s) when honest concerns all

Protected: it’s very simple: her love for me is,

why stare out at the red moon I see

Protected: hundreds of years it took, for the Latin

Protected: there was a period of time in my life

Protected: something about the way memory works

to go over and back again,

a minimal pair, though all that they share

Protected: Kings and queen of the night

to Ammar al-Shukry

why shouldn’t you be able to hear it—

there is a certain kind of clamor,

so we say yes, stress falls down upon us,

so there can be syllables, and you

Protected: subdued by blessed-burden of travel

Protected: observe, but can you truly without it,

Protected: dearest of voices, what will be your claim—

Protected: dearest love, how can I ever forget

that which you cannot sense

when is it too long to be a song,

Protected: she only worships herself, Poesy,

Protected: I wrote purely on that night, so white

how does a child do it—

there are collective constructs we have built,

even though you are my first, (my one and only,) greatest love,

it’s the smokey-Arab-eyes-guise—

a poet demands a pen

all can measure worth, but

the flaw in detachment

Protected: “o how to my knees my slave brings me now”

Protected: how could I ever leave you lonely, love;

Protected: such a troublesome woe it is, dearest—

what if I told you

Protected: a poet’s rage is as his might

by the fire vested in me

“There are some men…

“I cannot understand: I love!”

To a Young Poet

Protected: Poesy’s slave risks his soul when he knows

Protected: names give you all, one after the other

Protected: how can you go back without sound advice

Protected: that I still see your eyes well in my own

Protected: be he praised up high or one never denied,

Protected: could you be sad without feeling something

Protected: could I wonder if I’ll catch you smiling,

dive like a diva

from you to you

Protected: fragments of thought and thinking

Protected: isn’t fire innocent, always

Protected: hearing, reaching, my heart, soundly

Protected: to do away with the conveniences