Human Flowers

When nights had gone darker
I had never felt afraid
To my bed I went straight
Not to sleep or get some rest
It was just to be able to sink
In profound slumber and dreams
Where I could weave fanciful stories
And make hypotheses and antitheses
In order to flee my fake existence
Then I grew up to realize that
Dreamers in this world are the flowers
Blooming over a volcanic land
They are like the gentle breeze
Refreshing a hot day in summer
Amidst wars and turmoils depression
Their dreams sparkle as stars over a wasteland
They nourish a desperate perception
Of the human soul in isolation

 

 

Trying to prove its signification
And fit in a world of lust and passion
Dreamers are gifted with that fascination
Able to harmonize severed parts
In the sweetest reconciliation,
A dream waiting for realization.

Houda Boukassoula

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seeing anew

There comes a time

When your eyesight is alright

Yet your eyes cease seeing

You exist but you cease living

Everything in you refuses living

When you cease hoping

When you cease feeling

Only your spirit keeps the door ajar

Waiting in faith for nature character

For a fresh sprout to split the ground

Wave softly in a dance with the breeze

Slit the darkness and establish dawn

Among falling dry autumn leaves

To bloom them into colourful flowers

Spreading life refreshing fragrances

Teaching your eyes to see anew.

Houda Boukassoula

 

Father’s Day

Oh Daddy

How can I forget

The day You left

I was only eight

Yes I still remember

Never able to forget

Seeking refuge in your arm

After every nightmare or harm

With that strong belief

To find there my relief

Still unable to forget

How firm you were

When you meant to correct

Yes I’m fifty, yet I remember

How you taught me romance

Talking that eye language with mum

How you taught me affection

With your parental devotion

How I acquired self reliance

When you left without reference.

 

EMPTINESS

Emptiness dwelled my heart

Sickness dwelled my body

I felt my soul nowhere

I looked for it everywhere

Forgetting to seek it within myself

 

I looked for help everywhere

I found relief nowhere

Forgetting to ask it from you

 

Without meaning to look for you

I started meeting you

Everywhere and nowhere

But never within myself

 

When your divine care

Sent a breeze of wisdom to my life

Eyes of my head looked inside me

The truth filled my heart emptiness

Certainty cured my sick body

I felt my soul everywhere

Settling within me

Rhyming with every part of this sphere

Waiting for the everlasting rest

Houda Boukassoula ( 2019-06-20)

 

 

 

 

 

Acrostic poem

ope is not enough to make a dream exist

n the ground you should work and resist

ntil it comes true to make your delight

awn will appear whatever the night

nd sun will bring a new daylight

 

e righteous and head away to the day

n which humans will be ready to deny

gliness of selfishness from their way

indness is the guarantee for happiness

ltruism might chase turmoil and distress

how the world your heartiness and willingness

how your magnanimity free from meanness

f those who give just for usefulness

gliness won’t be easy to chase away

et’s all unite to deny our selfishness

nd fight to settle peace and happiness.

 

 

Lost identity

Once upon a time

A pretty rural girl left home

To take part in a game

She thought will proudly lead her

To easy wealth and fame

All she thought will change

Was the way she dressed

The way she walked

And the way she talked

Never thinking it would change

The way she thought

Or the way she felt

Ignoring her siblings

When passing by

Unwilling to see her father

Before he dies

Stabbed her past with a sharp sword

Trying eagerly to change her world

Climbing the mountain

She was so proud

To the summit

She was bound

Resorting to facelift

When it was time

Losing the battle

Against the time

She knew the shame

In front of her mirror

She lost her face

With a distorted identity

She lost her dignity

Knowing no shelter

From the shame

But under that dome

She once called home

Arriving there

She saw a pool

Her mother dug

Around her home

And filled with tears like a fool

Not caring about

Losing her sight

When she got nearer

The blind mother called her

I can’t miss your smell

Soul of my soul

To come back to my lap

Swim in my pool

The only way

To wash your soul.

 

Dreaming

When nights got dark
I have never felt afraid
To my bed I went straight
Not to sleep or get a rest
It was just to be able to sink
In profound slumber and dreams
Where I could weave fanciful stories
And make hypotheses and antitheses
In order to flee the harsh reality

Then I grew up to realize that

Dreamers in this world are the flowers

Blossoming over a volcanic land

They are like the gentle breeze

Refreshing a hot day in summer

Amidst wars and turmoil’s depression

Their dreams sparkle as stars over a wasteland

They nourish a desperate imagination

Of the human soul in isolation

Trying to prove its signification

And fit in a world of lust and passion

Dreamers are gifted with that fascination

Able to harmonize severed hearts

Between body and soul demands

In the sweetest reconciliation:

A dream waiting for realization.

 

Romancing Winds

I have always done my best
To tidy up my life events
And put its details in a set
Winds of your romance blew suddenly
dispersing each detail apart

Scattering new fresh events

Like daisies sprinkled in a forest

Bringing spring to my heart’s desert

If my logic breeze didn’t disturb

The array of your life events
My exotic romance scents

Will certainly perfume your nights
The rain that quenches a plant in desert
Can certainly water a tree in a forest
And revive a dying flower in a pot.

 

SHE WAS A HAPPY GIRL

 

A happy young girl
Was in her family a pearl
Dreamt of a white dress
To fulfill her happiness
The prince who liked her softness
Offered her to become his princess
Quickly her family showed acceptance
When the girl entered his palace
Her pleasure was tremendous
Everything was luxurious.

Once alone with the prince
She said farewell to happiness
The cold in her bed was intense
Yet she was so quiet
Promising to keep the secret
Trying to manage her inner conflict.

 

As marriage was about proliferation
Her people never left her in peace
Asking urgently for a new prince
Became the community’s obsession
Faking happiness was her counter obsession

Suffering from gender prejudice
Her heart was torn apart

Leaving her decent position

Would be the simplest sacrifice

Yet alone she was unable to fight
Nor was she able to depart
A newly married girl asking for divorce
Would be on her family an eternal curse.

Peace

When seeds of hatred you sow

Winds of devil willingly blow

To condensate clouds of grudge

Wickedness on earth will grow

Between strangers and fellows

Human race you compel

To ring the war bell

And aggrandize the rage

That makes humans engage

In all types of damage

When seeds of love you sow

Winds of allodium willingly blow

To condensate clouds of patience

Rains of wisdom wash away ignorance

Trees of tolerance will grow

Peace on Earth to overshadow

Man will appreciate difference

And take diversity with lenience.

Houda Boukassoula