Poetry

My old poems

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

NEW POEMS

Distant love

How you look like, no matter what you wish

Be a bird in the sky, in the sea be as a fish

Anywhere you fly, on my tree is your finish

As a diver I pursue, at last you rest on my dish

I never mind, if you are convinced what you take

My true love made you feel asleep or often awake

When I chat, you either melt or you seem to shake

I do not know, if it is your fault or my big mistake

What differs, to live as a king or be your slave?

To dwell in a vast castle or share you a tight cave

Be burned in fire, or drifted away in your wave

Dead , alive, in hell, heaven or under the grave

Tell me the truth and never deny what you know

Your love was a shock to mind , to the head a blow

In heart I keep its secrets, openly the eyes show

It falls as heavy snow, and as fast as rivers flow

Your distant love makes me share you your sorrow

No fright of past, I scare not now ,my fear tomorrow

With agony you torture the heart, forced to borrow

No human beings can stand it , even the little sparrow

Like a swift bird like a very peaceful dove

Flying as high as I could in the sky above

Chanting to the world, my deep true love

In name you are Avo, but in mind my Av

DEDICATED TO MY BELOVED AVO

By Ahmed Ali (GORAN )

Law of jungle

At some point of time in our forest

When the lion became angry

And roared loudly

And started shouting and clamoring

The ass responded to him by braying

The dogs fled followed by the herd

Out of their holes rabbits, foxes and rats

The sea moved and the waves popped

The crowds and cohorts escaped

Drifted in the open towards the unknown

The child asked his father, who is responsible?

Is the dinosaur back to us again

Spewing from his mouth fire and iron

responded with all bitterness and timid voice

From the East and West came to us

Tartars, Mongols and the Saxon

Chopping off valleys, plains and fields

Yes, today my son we host on our land

from every corner of the world

By menacing, intimidation and threat

Descendants of Hulaga with new guise

Receiving all kinds of gifts from uncles

And those who were in love

As Ham and Sam

To relieve our aches and pains

In order the children of the Sacred

Live in peace and tranquility

And we die, as animals and sheep

Worshiping them as idols

Thus days revolve

Oh orphans

AHMED ALI

2016 / Duhok

The Struggling Partridge

Never say, never say

The stick had hit the partridge

Never say it has closed its eyes

In the nest fallen asleep

Who said a bier is laid for the partridge

Its wings had been cut off

And its peak bent

It is not so, it is not so

Oh people, it is not so

It is just a lie, no truth

The partridge has no enmity

For each other

A warrior, and always so

Over these pools and valleys

Had made the enemy as a ball

Whenever he passes by

And makes a threatening call

Who told you, who said:

Its head is full of blood

The wings are cut off

You all must know

Its deed is always a call

Over mounts with a defying call

Its head high and upright

The echoes of its song fall

Made the enemy run away

Tied on meadows

On borders and trenches

On boundaries and forts

Always at struggle and fight

The enemy is often at escape

And at great panic

His life in its hand

Showing him death on the land

Shameful and head bent

Written and translated by:

Ahmed Ali 22-12-2016 Duhok

Corona virus Outbreak

Corona virus intrudes as darts,

As unexpected guest it starts,

Reset the whole world charts,

Its own territory part by parts.

Nothing hinders, it will spread,

Who catches it is likely dead?

No matter, white, black or red,

Best for you to ease your head.

Stay at home and be so wise,

Without wings the virus flies,

Never believe rumors or lies,

With kids keep your only ties.

Never get panic, avoid fright

Conceal its image in your sight

Try to stop it and begin to fight

To live in pleasure and delight.

27-3-2020 – Duhok – By: Ahmed Ali