My early poetry
A journey to Hell
Heaven, you love to have a turn
Or, in this hell, you want to burn
No matter which one to choose
This one to win, or that to lose
For pleasure, I hear the dumb sing
In deaf ear like bells as they ring
"Content my heart today, he said:
No tears for you I have to shed
To me things are colored in gay
No troubles, if you get astray.
The unseen world is far behind
Not conceived with eyes, or mind
But you will discern, if you wait
The hidden colors, soon or late
In your way, by that honest heart
Let from body your soul depart
To join those sunny rays in deep
Out of tears, let your eyes weep
In that spring, satisfy your thirst
Before I let the deep sound burst
For long I have kept this in heart
But now, it comes out as a dart
Nothing remained behind the veil
Masts are raised for the ship to sail
1/ 10 / 1971 Friday
Waiting for death
O heart you are throbbing too fast,
For what? Am I to know the wrong
Waiting for death, or the hour last
To leave and take the journey long
What a dark, dull, and gloomy day
Severely, that has beset over me;
In vain to move, and step away
Since the night is waiting for me.
My wasting heart, I hear no sound,
But, that I heard long time before
With you alone, and no one around
To amuse, hence we suffer more
All I get is pain, agony and torture
Out of love , in this cruel nature
25 / 5 / 1971 Sunday / Mosul
The Hidden Love
Come to me my bright candle be a guide
Do not turn your face, to the other side
Light the way, and let me go to that place
Remove shame and fear out of your face
Let us leave for a while, my lovely dear
I 'm fond of your charming voice to hear.
If you don't, I shall no more look and peep
At your beauty, that makes me think deep
I don't think you will do, my dear lover
It is time to make everything uncover
Dim flame is not enough to light the way
But, your beauty makes the night as a day
A single hand can not make a clear voice
Let us begin we both, and have a choice
To have a close tie and be in love for ever
Or, to depart from now on, and love never
9 / 12 / 1970 Mosul
A face In Darkness
There appears in the night
Moving I see
A phantom with a sight
Gazing at me
Wonder, fear, slept in deep
Not far a way
In mind, the heart must keep
The will in gay
Sure, the hand is the same
The one I found
It comes to cover shame
To win the round.
No, but the color dim
Remained the one
Strangely, appeared in him
To hide the sun.
For those who are in need
Flowers of may
That should vanish, indeed
To clear the way.
For them in light to grow
No sober grey
Colors in them should glow
Like silver ray.
15 / 9 /1971 Mosul
The Voice of the Dove
O ears, sweet voices you have heard
But all have gone away
Not far, I saw a gloomy bird
Mourning alone, she lay.
I never have heard such a voice
Touching so deep in heart
So long I sat to make a choice
To stay, or go apart.
Bird, let me hear your voice again
Let the valleys repeat
reveal now all that hidden pain
and make the slim heart beat.
Why bird? Today you look so sad
Your sighs are so deep
Flowers ,roses around are glad
Why with us shall they weep.
My dove, Oh stay no more as thus
Over the silent tree
Do not let silence oppress us
In agony be so free
Those sunny lights vanished to rest
Now you come lovely moon
Far away, she flew to her nest
In dark, I stay alone.
25 / 10 / 1971 Mosul
AHMED ALI