ADNAN RIKANI
A Woman From
The Narcissus Flower
Oh woman
Crippled on her
good
The fingertips of
promises
And planted with
slaughtered white
Colors manifested
in eternity.
So the birds sing
in her name
And the moons lit
up
Like the usual
sun ..
The universe
blossomed with the coming of its youth
And from the
blackness of her eyes
The melodies were
fixed on the strings of the lute
O woman
The shells were
created from the fibrils of her breasts
Sights turned red
with the red of the glaciers
Like a split of
love and the nuclei
Greenery shiver
her lips
My friend
attracts among the crowds
When her noble
soul mixed with mine
Ritual beliefs
are afflicted
And its light
fills the seventh universe with chaff
These are your
wings, my Immaculate Angel
Now for you ...
and for the country to return
And in the niche
of your eyes
They prostrate
themselves to the sun and the moon
So dance, O
mystery of existence
Above wild
literal breaks
That fell from
the sky
Like snowflakes
..
Kneeling in the
warmth of your tenderness
The coldness of
the mysteries of the paleness of my lost face
River Flashes
I saw her years
in the blackness of the night
Invading the
heart of fate,
Laughs from the
river are lost ..!
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He stretched out
the sky for his help
The angel of my
life is numb,
Until the rivers
dried up ..?!
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We chatted with
the word of eyes
So the sun was
set at sunset,
And the river
became black in our young love ..
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Ascrania
sweeteners
And it is the
dish of the imagination that it will turn,
The river’s
tragedy made it thicker ..!
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I evening
breastfed by the surgeon
And bleeds its
tendons are playing,
A sticky song on
the river ..!
Am I A Prophet
... The Promise
It was the star
of the sky
Its luminous star
You smile at my
childhood ...
She will tweet
the good news of the coming autumn
Spring of kisses
rain down on me
In its velvety
colors ..
She raised me to
the sky of her spell
Was I the prophet
of the promise ..
The laws of the
universe were delayed
And they are
present with the breath of the two yemen
The view from its
window ..
Before the uproar
kicks off
Our spirits, and
death shines bright
From the poison
of the tailor ..
The convoys of
opposites traveled severely
To the city of
Al-Nahaib and brought me out of
The clusters of
their mawasil accusation of affiliation
The features of
the signs of life coincided
The semi-men and
the tramp ...
Bloody in those
moments and seasons
The sand hours
blew up their rampant toxins
And they hatched
within the thorns of quarrelsome decades
She rejoiced at
the majesty of her wrinkled wrinkles
On the torn Wall
of Madness ..
And between the
stems of the scattered fowl
The measure of
age was stolen
Then he called
out
Stop .. stop, you
dangerous thief
The smell of cold
is coming and you have no escape
So the crumbs
came out of their hiding place and the enlightenment fled.
The worms hurried
to initiate an airy kiss
Newton's fallen
apple by the attraction of piss
As if they were
contending wild horses
They take blood
money from the highest of the people ..
And the fire of a
sweeping tribe
Silence and
barren chattering
Address for the
last numbering ..
Perhaps day’s
hands are sufficient for the rent of a deferred year
Then the breaths
and the holy things were mixed
By the dying of
the people comforting the whims of the hadith
Between the palm
of the heirs ..
Behold, they
consume the chaos of the winds
And the hookahs
and their thorns
By water the boundaries
of the fiery fields were overwhelmed
That gray storm
..
It came out from
the sleeves of my mirror
Licked Fudas of
Depression Licked
Take charge of
your pregnant fools ..
Who hunts denials
with worn nets?
So the occult
taught me a symphony of loyalty
Kabylie is still
wrestling with art
Interpretation of
lost wisdom
In the mazes of
the pillars of the third dimension
And you are still
the other side
An endless hadith
..
ADNAN RIKANI
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