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Damascus, What Are You Doing to Me?

1
My voice rings out, this time, from Damascus
It rings out from the house of my mother and father
In Sham. The geography of my body changes.
The cells of my blood become green.
My alphabet is green.
In Sham. A new mouth emerges for my mouth
A new voice emerges for my voice
And my fingers
Become a tribe

2
I return to Damascus
Riding on the backs of clouds
Riding the two most beautiful horses in the world
The horse of passion.
The horse of poetry.
I return after sixty years
To search for my umbilical cord,
For the Damascene barber who circumcised me,

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poem by Nizar Qabbani
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Bachoshech

MI SHAM BACHOSHEKH MI MEALEL MIGME'ASHESH NOHEM BACHOSHEKH
KOL KACH MAVHIL KOL KACH MAFCHID LO NOTEN LISHON
KULI RO'EDET ANI KAN LEVAD V'HUA VACHUTZ
V'MISHTOTEKET OLAY TIPOS KAZEH LACHUTZ SHEMULI YETZUTZ
ROTZAH LIVROACH RAGLAY EYNO ZAZOT
ROTZAH LISHKOACH ET HAKOLOT
ROTZAH LITZROACH KOLI EYNO NISHMA'
ROTZAH LITZROACH EL HADMAMAH MI ZEH 'OMED
SHAM BACHOSHEKH?!...
HOSHEKH OLAY DIMYON OLAY HALOM?
HOSHEKH MATAY YAYIR HAYOM?
HOSHEKH HOSHEKH
PITHOM HADELET NEPTACHAT LEVAD VEKAR LI KAR V'D'MUT BACHOSHEKH
'OMEDET MULI V'BE'ENEHA MAVAT MUZAR SHIMSHAH NISHVERET
V'YAD ARUCHAH NGA'AT BI ANI NIZREKET ROTZAH 'EZ RAH
ROTZAH MIT TOR MIN HACHASHEKHAH
ROTZAH LIVROACH RAGLAY EYNO ZAZOT
ROTZAH LISHKOACH ET HAKOLOT
ROTZAH LITZROACH KOLI EYNO NISHMA'
ROTZAH LITZROACH EL HADMAMAH MI ZEH 'OMED

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song performed by Ofra Haza
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A Day

Where are you
When I am needing you
So far away
So far away
I think youre the most important
To me to me to me to me
My sunken footsteps put theirselves on
Through this gallery of deceased
I think their lives must be deceived
Like the sham nowadays
Where are you
So far away
It makes no sense
It makes no sense at all, ha
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Ha, ho
Where are you
So far away

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song performed by Xymox
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A Day

Where are you
When I am needing you
So far away
So far away
I think youre the most important
To me to me to me to me
My sunken footsteps put theirselves on
Through this gallery of deceased
I think their lives must be deceived
Like the sham nowadays
Where are you
So far away
It makes no sense
It makes no sense at all, ha
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Ha, ho
Where are you
So far away

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song performed by Xymox
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A Satire, in Imitation of the Third of Juvenal

1Though much concern'd to leave my dear old friend,
2I must however his design commend
3Of fixing in the country: for were I
4As free to choose my residence, as he;
5The Peak, the Fens, the Hundreds, or Land's End,
6I would prefer to Fleet Street, or the Strand.
7What place so desert, and so wild is there
8Whose inconveniences one would not bear,
9Rather than the alarms of midnight fire,
10The falls of houses, knavery of cits,
11The plots of factions, and the noise of wits,
12And thousand other plagues, which up and down
13Each day and hour infest the cursed town?
14 As fate would hav't, on the appointed day
15Of parting hence, I met him on the way,
16Hard by Mile End, the place so fam'd of late,
17In prose, and verse for the great faction's treat;
18Here we stood still, and after compliments
19Of course, and wishing his good journey hence
20I ask'd what sudden causes made him fly

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poem by John Oldham
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See With Your Soul

See with your soul
the color of indigo—
Breathe this color in
bring to your third eye
it will help you realize.
All the things your soul
does know—
listen to your intuition
and let it grow.
For opening this chakra
and balancing it too
will help you make better
decisions that amazed you.
Chanting "Sham, sham the
chakra's name—
will heal as well—
you won't feel the same.

Written by Christina Sunrise on August 26,2012
www.christinasunrise.com www.suzaria.com

poem by Christina Sunrise
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How I Wish You Do Not Understand My Language

speaking in tongues the drops of light fall on the pavement
of the church, worse, there were heads banging against other heads
and beards. Birds fly away, upon a thud of a pod,
pudding, leaves heaping, trees shedding off heaps of leaves,
and church bells ringing, i drag my feet drugged against the
ragged tags of the rugged rags, Sham, It is still painful.
How i wish you do not understand my language, Yet you
are speaking it, like i am the sham shaman of the shah of tehran.

it is your wedding day. I am here.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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ASIF I was Scared of You

I don’t really know what happened… I was there on that day
you were there
so was I

You just stared with those glossy eyes
nothing I could say, nothing I could
possibly do.......

It was cold outside..
and empty all around
I was afraid of you

It was so sad
you didn’t let me be
who I wanted to be

you were a sham, A complete
sham!
you weren’t nice anymore

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poem by Sheikh Hina Yasmeen
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Welsh Landscape

To live in Wales is to be conscious
At dusk of the spilled blood
That went into the making of the wild sky,
Dyeing the immaculate rivers
In all their courses.
It is to be aware,
Above the noisy tractor
And hum of the machine
Of strife in the strung woods,
Vibrant with sped arrows.
You cannot live in the present,
At least not in Wales.
There is the language for instance,
The soft consonants
Strange to the ear.
There are cries in the dark at night
As owls answer the moon,
And thick ambush of shadows,
Hushed at the fields' corners.
There is no present in Wales,

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poem by Ronald Stuart Thomas
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Scotland 1941

We were a tribe, a family, a people.
Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field,
And all may read the folio of our fable,
Peruse the sword, the sceptre and the shield.
A simple sky roofed in that rustic day,
The busy corn-fields and the haunted holms,
The green road winding up the ferny brae.
But Knox and Melville clapped their preaching palms
And bundled all the harvesters away,
Hoodicrow Peden in the blighted corn
Hacked with his rusty beak the starving haulms.
Out of that desolation we were born.

Courage beyond the point and obdurate pride
Made us a nation, robbed us of a nation.
Defiance absolute and myriad-eyed
That could not pluck the palm plucked our damnation.
We with such courage and the bitter wit
To fell the ancient oak of loyalty,
And strip the peopled hill and altar bare,

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poem by Edwin Muir
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