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Marginality// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) When eyes rain on beautiful steps along a novel’s paths, while you stay out of the text, know that you are put in the margins; when you boil like sleepless volcano, just to furnish
Disabled A person having a physical or mental condition that limits movements, senses, or activities A complex phenomenon, reflecting an interaction between features of a person’s body and features of the society in which he or she lives Developmental differences
Well you say the lifestyle he lives is wrong God created Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve, well hell who are you to judge without Weighing all the options, did you ever think That maybe he’s still dealing with
The nobles’ officials sigh, When the storm starts in the sky, For soon or later, It will be too late to blow the horn, All wealth and pleasures they enjoy, Puts them at the mercy of the peasant minority, For
Are you educated? Have you an injured heart? Have you a purified brain? Do you believe in truth? Are you alone? Do you seek problematic truth, solvable truth, real magic? Are you a secular person? Do you believe in democracy?
Woman is that truly you, crying to be delivered? Your glow is evident, the sun clothes you. Who would believe that you are for real? Though John saw you, this so unexpected. What caused you to appear as a minority?
The visionary, Atlas, Shrugged his shoulders as he regarded The city of kings, Collapsed under its own weight. Remnants of an unachievable dream Haunt the few remaining halls, Corrupted and skewed creatures That feel no remorse, and The servant girls
Before the lights go out And the world stops hearing music One last song, Let’s sing the blues away…. Before the day dims out And people stop believing in magic, One last picture, Let’s paint the pain away….. Before the
Teddy Bear’s Picnic From out of the mist high in the alpine, a massive mother black bear leading three magnificent cubs. Mother’s coat has a glistening golden hue, rippling as she ambles out across a variegated moss carpeted meadow.With three
As I saunter in the moonlight Searching for my path full of insight I witnessed stars playing in darkness As if some background making them shine Looking up in the sky I shriek my ongoing dilemma Asking for an answer
Beyond life… Beyond love… I could have staked shortcuts… But preserverance stood me upright… With hope of life… Hope of love… That kept it all alive… Alive in wonders… Of painful trauma… Paralysed in thoughts… Paralysed in acts… But still
You spoil the air by burning fossil fuel By absorbing odors, trees help to level You inhale fresh air To this, trees provide a lions’ share You exhale exhaust of the body Which the trees take into custody Trees inhale
O sweet Nectaria, keep a song to sing. Fill your mind with thoughts that can make you sigh, And your heart with hopes that can rise sky high. Should August’s stormy days, their strong winds bring, Clouds so dark that
Misplaced A strange misconception was her affection without any roots like a useless action It stung her like a wasp and brought her tears It bit her like a dog and gave her fears It hit her like a storm
After dinner protocol you kiss me on the cheek Wrap your arms around me to remind me that you’re free The taste of mint is in your kiss but your sweetness is in doubt All those broken promises are draining
A photographer captures a mystery, Of an unheard allegory, One that is deep and subaqueous, has memories engraved and precious. He collects beautiful images, reflecting candid moments & stages, unfolding a legendary lineage, captivating one’s mind’s envisage! It is at
Drown I want to in the sweet buzz you create, tunes of wilderness, in my ear, in my mind. Your hue I want to engulf myself, dance in bare nakedness, leave all shame behind, self behind. One whiff of you
This war between, the flesh, and spirit, When it begins, you can really feel it. For the flesh wants you to do, the things that are wrong, But your spirit wants you,to sing a victory song. Then you get caught
Tilted lips on the wet eyes. Below the lids was floating an island in a lake. Latched to a full moon I was trotting with snowshoes, trekking with stars. A volatile virginity rebounds ticking in your heart, spiteful. And I,
I lay my head down on nature’s pillow Feel the warm sunlight and winds blow Sky is absolutely a pretty blue diamond Always pleasant to see like chewing an almond Soft white clouds tickle the glowing trees Make them laugh
(Britain, post-referendum) Dear Mister Prime Minister, Was it worth it? Was it worth cutting off Our country’s trade benefits, our commodity trade, Like the testicles of a prizewinning bull? Was it worth it? Was it worth tightening our borders, Like
That roasting night when honeyed moon hung high weaving a humming sound I spoke to clouds. It happens every night, when smoke rises to discover the pain of a falling star. I start making a god from earth and water.
Ain’t it a paradise when you see, all things beautiful, white and grey? When the melodies of life lit up in glee, all things surreal painted in this air. Ain’t it a heaven as you crawl and beckon, the white
It Breaks my heart Rips my soul apart When every morning the newspaper reads And various news feeds, talk about Girls and women, young and old being savagely raped and killed or sold It breaks my heart Rips my soul
Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and
I am The pain Shed its form to conquer My existence, leaving in its cruelty Only my heart to survive. Gasping for breath, for life For you Hoping to welcome its final death throes; But she in her cruel magnanimity,
Looking for each other Hands trapped in long tresses, mouths thirstily biting other’s words even before on the lips to be born, eyes looking the zenith in other’s eyes’ depths – the thirst for each other is relentless and it