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Sunday, December 21, 2014

Three fellow dogs A, B and F


Three dogs (A, B, and F) decided to go for hunting, the senior dog said to his fellows, I am the biggest dog, and you might obey me in whatsoever I tell or order.
The three follows dogs went through the desert from north to south and from east to west, searching each valley they passed by if there was a bit hunt to eat.
When they felt fatigued, they stayed for a while to take a rest under a big tree overlooking on two small hills and began to discuss the difficulties of each one life.
The biggest dog was the first one to begin his story.
O, fellows B and F, I am on a real imperialistic self-identification I find myself was arranged to, I met many people everywhere face to face who said this to me.
I fell rather happy when they don't look disgustedly to me by their spyglass then I fell that I am eaten by the time and my age will be shortened and probably I will be chased by the misery everywhere to go.
The dog B, slightly going into coughing, telling the big dog and said:
You are bravo to do this all time alone even the smallest dogs you own, do not try to help you!
You are already had been chosen to this hard task.
You are indeed the leader who we need not only in our present time but also in our future.
The F dog also approved the way to speak and began to talk although it has an obvious stuttering into his speech, but he continued and said:
You are our bigger leader who taught us how to hunt and how to be alive in this undomesticated life.
Sir, to the big dog, the F dog turned on speech!
 
Don't you have Sir a young girl to engage with?
The big A, goes in speech as if it has a whooping- cough!
Yes, indeed, I had, but she neither married nor engaged!
Is she a widow Sir?
Or she is still spinster!
No, no indeed she is not a widow but she hates marriage, she preferred to live alone and always she is the most darling in our society.
What's her name Sir?
Why do you always ask a silly question?
Does she have not a name?
Indeed, it had, but we dislike calling her into her common name, but we rather call her the ES-J.
Can she speak fluently like us in dogs' language?
Yes, she can, but she offered to herself another language, it can't be easily understood only within her society.
You said it had society Sir. The B and F dogs slightly turned over on their stretched too long sofa.
Yes, it will examine her society in the beginning of each year and it may ask the church- owner for a sympathetic thing she likes to do!
 
I don't know why this a dog female deals with all these unconcern things to bring together deliciously all things to be united in a one matrix.
It is very serious to work and to do!
The big dog exclaimed!
It is not a dog female, it is rather princess and it has a golden throne!
She is my daughter, the daughter of her father, the Big Dog -A, you know, who is still strong as you see.
Indeed Sir you deserve this daughter.
Both B and F dogs replied in a faint voice.
The A dog being angry and somehow roaring into both faces looking around to see his response!
I am into thy speech more resentful and you may not sit near my round table, I might banish you if you don’t respect her!
There is a bit of silence as if a shadow of eagle comes down!
You must obey and hear my story…The dog A confirms…
I was born inside the jungles, I am not an ordinary dog, and indeed, I am a lion.
One day a Russian lion comes to the Mississippi -River around land and married with my mother.
Thus, we see a fur covered your ears!
 
The F dog, in slight bantering was crabbing to complete the verse.
 
I am proud if I had a European mother and a Russian father, this will make me jumping in rejoicing.
When the three fellows felt discouraged and frustrated to continue on hunting, they decided to build a new society in the Middle East; therefore, they need to find a group of dogs to consulting with them and for additional concreting advice.
So that they decided to go for Egypt and the rest countries of Arabia-West, otherwise they send another dispatcher to meet the dogs in the Gulf region, however to find assistance and gathering voices helping to establish the new society.
They pretend that the new society will ever keeps the dogs' rights in the different communities.
As they work so, many troubles arise on their way since there is another society is going to see the light, thus they need a jackal to do applicable translation is suitable to their allegations to be a truthful idea on the eyes of people.
The jackal came and found the mission is to hard to be achieved, thus he claims that the region still dark and needs additional lamps and lanterns since the way must be illuminated as far as people see.
The first prerequisite he suggested that F and B must be arrogated their tails are of A borrowed and to be quite sure F and B must go on propagating a new offspring, and the coming generations should be always without tails.
Otherwise, F and B must had a bed three nights with the biggest dog A, then the new society will be attended by his darling the ES-J whose name will be changed in the ceremony, which it is previously has been decided to be held on the last day.
All bugles attend and all horns attend, all men and women as well as all dogs from the Atlantic to the Persian Gulf everywhere come to hear the prelude and the choirs as they were shoving one another to be in the front of the hall.
The carnival ended and the jackal still has another suggestion.
F and B agreed when they saw dogs come scrambling to find a place hardly to be found for one's foot meanwhile many of them still out of the assembly hall whispering and shouting:
Be alive the dog A
 
Viva is to the dog A
On the other hand, other dogs went away into exclamation feeling in frustration since they had not voices to elect the new dogs' leader of the world.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

The Turning Point: Beautiful Stranger

The Turning Point: Beautiful Stranger: © Copyright Renu Vyas I once met a beautiful stranger Who I had never met before Though we didn't know each other In an ...

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

When I am survived


I searched about her everywhere
Noting alarmed me here or there
My coffee always being bitter
At afternoon and wherever I go
Here my stars being stuck
In the mouth of ocean I sail
 And no more I anchored inland
Tropically weather singed me
 And the wind scoots as if a mad
Between the waves, I remembered you
About to be drowned I shouted "Dos"!
My message yet doesn't reach her
In the midis of my emotion, I took a nap
There I heard the sound of seabirds
Saying welcome, you are survive
I came back where the anchor close
To be in my country at the midnight
Entering my room, I find a reply
You are alarmed not to be sailed 
       



   

Thursday, November 27, 2014

A palmist


Naked chest walked in streets
Barefoot chases her shadow
A strange lady never seen in city
Comes from Bengal or Asia Minor
Asked a café owner for a hot cup
Chewing her tongue from time to time
A lady of opened eyes and watchfully
Of tall height as tall as a tower
In her hand, she grasped a yellow rose
She kisses it a minute twice
Of a slim abdomen being shaken
And two arms as branches of bamboo
And a waist is too fit for dancing
while her two big breasts,
out of her bras were prominent
And when someone passed,
She would stand as a soldier
To reply a military greeting
Once when someone paid,
She would say OK
An eccentric girl of no emotion
Half of her legs were spotted
But she reads other fortunes
She tells everyone what he wants
Has been learned the palmistry
Stalking through streets,
As a chased hunt she runs
Excuse me not to more I describe 
 
My eyes were fascinated in her

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Monday, November 3, 2014

Urban Dictionary: Selfie-Conscious

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Night, guitar and a cup of coffee
And the river sweeping up its waves
Between this and that, I have emotion
Darling thing never can be forgotten
Some of birds were going sleep.
And night blows its breeze coolly  
While the vision of the stars turn aside
Enormously its shadow touched down
A moment comes as if a revolted tyranny
Once an echo staved off my emotion
Meanwhile it was too dark feeling disturbed
I picked up my stuff to welcome the desert
Thrown my suitcase, I set up a fire
And the blues covered me from all sides.
Remotely it comes as if a Newton apple
A moment my desire was declined
I passed asking the moon what was defined.
It clavately turned as if it had eclipse
And runs as if it had inevitable journey
By God, what happens to my mind?
Deserted only my thick hear I scratched
Nevertheless of all these amusements,
My feet dragged me to trapping
I stood as an angle of attack ascending.
The moment of curse I stopped
And as a retreating oneself I hastened       

No, Iraq must not be divided

  No, Iraq must not be divided
Across history Iraq is united
You the politicians are dismantled
You the voices I hear selfishly shouted
Keep peace or shall we turn revolted
You can't do that only over our corpses
To redeem our Home, we mount our horses  
From north to south, we are one clapped hand
Viva to you country you may lively stand.
Nevertheless, we are sects or factions,
Our nation voice is one at hard missions.
Thou who claimed the victor in division,
You are monkeys out of any function.
My heart is with those poor everywhere
Thou country must always take care
A digital morph ever has a unique tune.  
As a pot never stands on one stone
O, my Iraq, let our dead tear out their shrouds
Tigris and Euphrates yet to thy deed are proud.
Nay, the country of honour still undivided
Eye! Every palm tree shall be frustrated
Aye, every stone shall be violently enraged
O, those, who, want their sway to be wide!
To which part can you stay if Iraq leads to divide?
Iraq is one Home having similar countryside
The same traditions of generosity and pride
Iraq is the core of sun that gives us light
The scythe of farmer glows optically bright.
The wristwatch never I put it back

O, my country: live long as a flying hawk.           

sorrow

Sorrow
I tore up my sorrow
I removed my sorrow
Let it go up mountains
Let it a slippery slope and died
To be as a gliding tone then stopped
To be smoothed in the sun
To never has been aches
To never its worms pinches
Is sorrow touchable?
Indeed, there is sorrow
Everywhere there is abuse
Everywhere there is death
Everywhere there is birth
But there is no freedom
Even if the slavery has been dated up,
Yet it comes as a new fashionable red light
Somewhere its gaps drafted and marched
In the marshes it was immersed
With our water it was immersed
Can't it be drinkable?
I know that something is wrong
Perhaps something in this life is wrong
 Yet there is a swan song
Yet there is friendship and song
Yet neighbours to neighbours long
Let them burned the sun
But not to burn up our fashionable moon

       

Friday, May 9, 2014

Mohammad-alrobaey-literary-blogpost : Everywhere

Mohammad-alrobaey-literary-blogpost : Everywhere: Everywhere Your vision meets me everywhere As a dawn breaks over my mansion As a thicket walled with a shapeless wall Once it co...

Everywhere

Everywhere

Your vision meets me everywhere
As a dawn breaks over my mansion
As a thicket walled with a shapeless wall
Once it comes as a multiple choice
Once it tickles my joints up to my arms
As I am feverish in amidst of winter
Yet I have tow letters to tell you
One is yours and other is mine.
And the clue of all these is time.      
Your vision comes up as a joyful music
Everywhere I listened as if deaf
But the murmur of leaves makes me awake
Suddenly it hesitated as if thick foams.
But I know, yet I know it is just dream   
Whence my destiny runs out of my passion
Once I cannot meet your eyes
Once you grow up large and educated
Yet I am just a hobbyist reader
Has been lost amidst of old papers
For what shall I read?
To which extent can I read?
Just a worthless human skippering at doors
O, the grief, let me shut up and never speak!
Since the flood never comes to my area
Am I dreamy? Or
 Am I a pensionable man?
No, I worked and still I work
My dream is to see blazing stars
Yet forgotten and diminished in our desert
As a stopless end of an old o'clock 
There the orchard of my life where you stop
There the moment of joy shall envelope
To be a wedding party for last years
Don’t disturb me again please
Your name is the bell jar of my time
"Nevertheless of all these"
Your vision meets me everywhere