AZIZA DAHOUH

AZIZA DAHOUH 

A BIRD WITH GPS

An immigrant bird headed to the south many times

And came back in Spring to the same place

That bird was supplied with GPS since the birth

of the universe

I wonder Who supplied him with that sophisticated application

Man who has invented it just last few years

Or the Great Creator

There is no clash

He is the One... The lonely one

You praise him and i beg him

And sometimes the vice versa

There is no clash

MUSIC WITHIN ME

Music within my soul

Is the best melody

The lyrics in my head

Are still unsaid

The flower of my heart

Hadn't grown in the wild

The breathtaking landscapes seen in my eyes

No artist dared to paint them

Still hidden beyond the mountains

Covered by dark clouds

Till now.....

No vision fallen on them

Mysteries.... mysteries

What to tell you dear audience

At the dawn it happens

I melt with the universe

I become a fairy

Journeying with an antelope

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~~I can see~~

I can see the perfection of creation

I can see all the miracles

Where?

In a wildflower

I can see the whole universe

The earth, the moon and the stars

Where?

In the sands

I can see all the existing beauties

The dawn, The sunshine and the rain

In the dewdrops

I can touch the untouchable

For instance

Time that flows

Before now and after

I can be in different places

Somewhere beyond the horizon

Nowhere up the clouds

I can touch the mirage

If you wonder how

My soul folks

My soul is a soaring   bird

My soul has long arms

My soul is  a long shore

Where wild horses galloping

And a little girl sitting there

Waiting for the baby bird

To reborn

THE CHARMING PRINCE

You...

Who is sitting on the crescent of the moon

Your world is different from mine

It's easy for you to look down and smile

While it's hard for me to raise my head for a long time

Please don't disturb me

I am the daughter of the farmer

Who sowed the fields

And it's the season of the harvest

Many hard works are waiting

And my villagers are joining me

I have to pick the olives from the tree

You the observer...

I don't expect you

To come down, to join us

To give a hand, To sing with us

The song of togetherness

Nor I can climb the ladders

You are so high

The moon is your world

And earth is my land

After all...

I prefer my warm cottage

Bread and olives at breakfast

AZIZA DAHOUH 

AZIZA DAHOUH is an Algerian poetess .She is fond of reading and writing poetry in English, Arabic and French. Her poetry appeared in many interesting international anthologies like: Verses On Racism And Resistance Refugee Crisis, Women Beyond And Within The Shore, Autumn, Poetic Rainbow, Mother, Earth Day, Father and September..She has her own page on Atunis. She loves traveling. She saw many amazing places in the world and yearning to see more.