AHMED F. BAIDOON

 

A Detour Or A Trespass

An untold dream of a battlefield of myself, 

I didn't have the druthers to unravel oddity, 

It draws near, celestial skies ravenous for this melody, 

A mosaic of sequenced days quenching my hectic desire, 

To live that life of the unknown delight, 

Jasmine and lilies tinged with a spell: 'might is right', 

A bygone year passed by an alley of despair, 

Let-alone that new sun with a promising chandlery, 

Those showery wintery rains shall raise glad tidings, 

This gleam of merciful humane pathos devoid of dismay, 

Down with that patience, that morbid trauma cast away, 

Home sweet home, sweet December, let me have my say! 

By virtue of my inherent stamina, I picture a smile, 

Even smirk at knocking doors of fright for a while, 

Pardon me, excuse my expression my thronged whims, 

My silo of pains got stuffed, I hardly could open rims, 

Through tunneling eves pelting the finale, 

At last, a sign of whispering nature therearound, 

Shall dictate its resolution upon us:

Keep silent, then enjoy my verdant song of serenade;

Go on, fall forward along that worthy promenade. 

A Charioteer Of Hope Wagon

A tribute I gave to those uphill mounts,

Of letters etching my correspondence,

Myself; otherwise, on whom I shall count,

A prayer of heavenly providence,

My mast of voyage, a binary steed of dreams;

The former of unleashed grip of that magic wand,

That crutch of happiness that vexed my land,

The latter of melodious tempestuous love,

That feeling I yearned to when push came to shove,

Hereby, I am the undersigned no one;

Shall succumb to this illusory reality—by hook or by crook;

I can't tell, a nightmare of neverland Ness by the book,

Rather I could ride my chariot sending off candles,

That may guide the other misled,

To prosper and cherish whereabouts and precious times,

To do due good deeds till the Judgement Day sublime.

AHMED F. BAIDOON

AHMED F. BAIDOON: This is Mr. Ahmed F. Baidoon from Egypt, situated on the northern coast of the Mediterranean sea (Damietta), born in 1981, my passion for literary works started at the High School before having my degree at English Department in the university, my former writings during my study were poetic genres translated into the native mother tongue, Arabic, in addition to paraphrasing some poems for Shakespeare, William Words Worth, Yeats and Robert Frost, some highlights on the African contemporary poets and novelists, most of contemporary erudition on the Egyptian writers in literature. Still my poetic modus operandi are reflected throughout finding a manifest-clear equivalent of Arabic literary genre into English context, I am a curious enthusiastic member on the social media Facebook in the forum of Al-jiad in Jordan, Nabd Al-ebda3 Alarabi, Montada Alkalimat in Egypt, Dar Amarji paper editions in Iraq and other Arabic symposia for Poets and literators’ confederations, I won some certificates of appreciation in literary contests as excelled and topped the other colleagues in terms of short stories, micro fiction and poetic stanzas in  Arabic throughout the social media, I am smitten by the English language, rather my Arabic is the most exquisite language with transcendent figures of speech by which I can hardly find an equivalent interpretation into other languages. As for my part, literature is not all-in-all a mere piece of writing that walks and talks, rather ascribing life to non-animate objects and grant life to the surrounding natural elements to be replete with vitality and serenity for the sake of humanity. Attached hereunder some selected poetic archive targeted in March 2024, collections of 3 poems for the World Volume: