Monday, July 1, 2024

YASMINE ABDEL SALAM HARMOUSH

 




 

I Planted You As Light

 

Flowers among the ruins

I formed in your roots

Dove wings

I left a ghost town

There is no war in it

 Without darkness

Everything is permissible

In the horizons

I fly without feathers...or wings

Without barriers and clashes,

Or pain and pain!

I fall asleep on a pillow

Stuffed with ostrich feathers

I sway coquettishly..

With the wind and breezes

I flaunt a dress

It was embroidered with clouds

I collect the raindrops

I fashion them into pearls

I adorn myself with the necklace of life.

Studded with rubies from the sky

What a beautiful moment

I seduce deaf atoms in it

No noise from newspapers and news

No chattering thoughts

I breathe air

And the nectar of dew

I sip, smiling

Long-term

 I have spent my life

Why am I looking for refuge?

At the corners of life

I wish I could repeat

The hands of time

Days..

So that I can feel safe!

 

A Child Of Dreams

 

I planted you as light

Flowers among the ruins

I formed in your roots

Dove wings

I left a ghost town

There is no war in it

 Without darkness

Everything is permissible

In the horizons

I fly without feathers...or wings

Without barriers and clashes,

Or pain and pain!

I fall asleep on a pillow

Stuffed with ostrich feathers

I sway coquettishly..

With the wind and breezes

I flaunt a dress

It was embroidered with clouds

I collect the raindrops

I fashion them into pearls

I adorn myself with the necklace of life.

Studded with rubies from the sky

What a beautiful moment

I seduce deaf atoms in it

No noise from newspapers and news

No chattering thoughts

I breathe air

And the nectar of dew

I sip, smiling

Long-term

 I have spent my life

Why am I looking for refuge?

At the corners of life

I wish I could repeat

The hands of time

Days..

So that I can feel safe!

 

Gaza

 

A rebellious woman

She was created from the womb of a frozen nation

As a linguistic masterpiece

About the lines of the shops are unique...

Slim figure

He rises to the heights of pride...

And curls of gypsy hair

Flows with freedom...

Her nose is like a lofty one

Zubaida Al-Abbasiya...

Her lips are burgundy

Like cries of truth

 The violent blood...

Its fragrance is of a wild flower

He broke the neck of the bottle and the bondage...

Don't falter in her steps

Even if she walked without shoes

 On a pink land..

A woman like the full moon, clear and clear

And luminous on moonlit nights...

Do not accept grievances, solid and proud..

Firm as olive roots

In the soil of its land, it is firmly established and strong...

 

Don't Preach Patience To Me

 

 

In the cold, while you are wearing a coat

And gloves..

Don't preach to me patience

 I am hungry and you are belching with gluttony

And he's full...

Don't preach to me patience

 In despair while you dance with joy

And happily...

Don't preach to me patience

In hardship and distress while

you break your fast with bread and honey..

Don't preach to me patience

On illness and disease while you are taking medicine

And an antidote...

Don't preach to me patience

For the loss of those around you,

the ties of kinship and your inner being..

Don't preach to me patience

Against oppression and injustice,

and you are in prosperity

And prosperity is blessings...

Don't preach to me patience

In fear and war, and you

With checks you hide...

Don't preach to me patience

To the sound of “RPG”

and you are listening to “Beethoven’s” music..

Come down to my house,

Or be content with the laws of the jungle

And be silent!

 

YASMINE ABDEL SALAM HARMOUSH

 

YASMINE ABDEL SALAM HARMOUSH: The literary writer Yasmine Abdel Salam Harmoush, from Lebanon, the country of beauty and culture, her birthplace is Safira, Dinniyeh, born on 8/15/1988. She has a work entitled (Jasmine) Her academic specialty is experience and auditing in financial accounting. Her writings appeared in most newspapers and magazines, and she dealt with social issues as well as poetic texts.

 

 

 


1 comment :

  1. Sun of Sumer ‏

    Behind the cane of the sky is a wormhole and the remains of my Galaxy grandmother My homeland was here a billion years ago And in parallel universes, my other version and my friends who do not die I turn the oysters of time to gather the souls of the dead, I see the falsity of history I implore a star to embed its femininity in my soul and violate the sea Narsees does not know himself, singing like a wounded seagull on a salty rock The homeland is green Darkness will pass over the walls of Babylon, and the sun of Sumer will rise again


    Firas kataa

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