AZIZ MOUNTASSIR

AZIZ MOUNTASSIR

Talk

The pens of the geniuses

Mozart’s melodies

Marcel’s solos

and Shakespeare’s poems

talked to me

about love

and about the time that has passed

about the density of darkness

and the vending of peace

about the naked shame

that has melted the candles

caused the flowers to shrivel

besieged me with misery

sent security

to void

and let bodies fall victim

to the yellowness of autumn

and storms of winter

They talked to me about

the streams of blood

to placate evils

among the nations of jasmine

about oppression and dreams

in the age of gallows and punishment

The rustling of my alphabets

is a nap for doves

virgin parks

not yet pollinated

living the ecstasy of desires

Their eyes see impurities

Their tongue talks of beauty

Flower Of Your Time

I am the flower

of your time

Don’ t let me

In the hand of the sellers

Keep me in the vase

of your heart

My fragrance is your love

And my color is your dress

My thorns are your guards

Don’ t let me

In the harsh hands

Emprison me

In the cage of your chest

Water me ..

I’ m planting in you

My thirst for life

You’ re my ancient dream

I flirt with you

In my nightmares

I erase the fog

Off your beauty

And ,with my thorn bouquet ,

I make a fort to protect you

I bury your sorrow

In Automn pools

And I transform

your tear

Into dew

For you ‘re

A wonderful dream

You’ re

childhood’ s innocence

You ‘re a prayer ‘s purity

Who Are You My Lady?

You're dreaming

As if you're a dream on bed

In your whispering

A kiss song

And inside you

A crystal, pain and joy

Your morning

A bird awaiting

And your choice is restricted

in life's springs

The herbs of your banks

are getting yellowish

In the spring of seasons

Your heart is a will's water

As a night without hope

Under silent stars

In front of autumn's winds

As a melody without guitar

My eyes had never seen

A soul carrying the serenity of night

In your silence a calm of scream

In your talk the death of sorrows

You joyfully plant the roses

and you keep the thistles for yourself

You brighten your presence

With your vivid side

While the dead one is hidden

I thought your life is a spring

But you're a happiness confronting pains

You're a patience obscure

the torrent of tears

Who are you my lady?

My Anger

My anger

My joy has been raped

My anger is like a curse

And my joy is a minor

You do not know

The doom dances in its path

Waiting behind the unseen

The burden of the years

My anger is ruthless and has no mercy

My joy is dreaming of its coming day

By releasing it from my wrath

For the innocence to smile

The guns are broken

And the sadness is screaming for joy

Peace embraces my joy

The squares are dried out of blood

For the wedding

By not ask for orders but the acceptances

And the presence of races

From every direction

Religions declare the law of the Lord

In the Palace of Life

And smooth calmness spread all over

Coexistence and harmony and brotherhood

The outraged rage commits suicide

By the gallows of Peace and Union

AZIZ MOUNTASSIR

AZIZ MOUNTASSIR: Poet international and ambassador of humanity  from Morrocco borth in Casablanca Maroc-Teacher-President of international forum of creativity and humanity. -Ambassador of Inner Child Press Washington in North Africa.- Ambassador of WIP (Nigeria) in Morrocco-Membre  and cordinator in Morrocco  North Africa Of Humanity  -Cordinator in North Africa of UWMC ( united World Movement children) -Ambassador  in north Africa of inner child  presse USA- Published 5 Books - participated in 5 poetry international anthologies -participed in 3 books international -invited to a large festival  ... Egypt .Tunisie. spainsh. Liban . Jordan .Romania .............