To all’s river which as my Atbara river-quick and fast- does sail and slide from eastern horizon to western horizon where sans and without our sight and fine eyes we rest and lie oh big lie of arts that day and night high and loud does yell and cry in its sweet voice of colours and tone: “Where are those two fine eyes of day and night whose beam and light is truth and beauty on all these countless miles of fine four leading eyes?”
Two questions??
Oh this divine sunrise of birth and life Why do you during Brief period and time Of day and night You become and be That solemn mysterious sunset Of no high and low In all’s real nest And lee whose bare Tree and dry willow Is you and me When you and I Sans and without eyes Down rest and lie In all’s mother’s womb This beaming beautiful earth?
******* I become and be That solemn mysterious sunset Of death and demise Oh bard and poet The child and son Of sunset and me Since it is my First essential source and Fount that does again Out slide of my Sunset of solemn horizon Only to bright glitter And rise timeless rise Of hell or paradise Where those two eyes Of day and night Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty Bright glitter and rise All of the time Oh this divine light Of colors and tone Whose sly wise nude Night’s tribe and nation Of bards and poets During all days and nights In bliss of solitude Out of flying imagination Pen and write to Paint and draw their Bright stars and butterflies Fine lass and witch Of song and lay That high and loud Does cry on four leading Eyes of north and south With east and west Where are those two Eyes of day and night In you and me That either soar and fly From east to west Busy bee or fly ?
A Question?
Oh fine divine mermaid Of colors and tone How can man become And be fair and Fine on this eastern Horizon of fleeting life While quick and fast He does sail and Slide from east down To west with one Face and too two?
An Answer
He and I oh Those fine singing eyes Of colours and tone Loud yell at birth For our two eyes Of day and night Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty Oh this divine light Of imagination and creation Begin to darken and beclouded
Who?
Here and there oh This divine fleeting sunrise Of birth and life Who is to play Fair and so fine While I with most Oh this singing eye Of colors and tone Quick sail and slide From east to west With one-face and Too two oh word The witch and lass Of bards and poets Who day and night In bliss of solitude Look for two fine eyes Of day and night The sun and the moon Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty For all these miles Of four leading eyes To sail and slide From fleeting eastern horizon Down to western horizon Of death and demise For all and me That beautiful busy hive And fine fascinating paradise Where you and I Bright glitter and rise Moon of fine sun.
Four Horizons
Oh this deep river And fine beautiful gill Of birth and life Narrate to all and me Where is your real Horizon while quick and Fast you sail and slide From west to east And from east to west Whose eastern timeless horizon Is either hot hell Or fine beautiful paradise Where those two eyes Of day and night Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty Bright glitter and rise All of the time Oh that divine light of colors and tone That day and night In bliss of solitude High yell and cry In its sweet voice Of song and lay Where are those two Fine beautiful eyes of Day and night on All these countless miles Of four leading eyes ?
The Blind
East and west North and south The river and Its divine sunrise Of fleeting light Which oh bewitching Witch and fine Lass of yes And no does Flash and belight Only soon to Become and be That mysterious sun-set Of no high And low in Its real nest And lee whose Bare dry tree Is you and Me when you And I rest And down lie Sons and without Our two fine Beautiful eyes in All’s mother’s womb On whose surface Most of the Fine time we Quick and fast Sail and slide Sans and without Those two fine Beautiful eyes of Day and night Whom that night’s Tribe and nation Of all poets Pen and draw In bliss of solitude On their lush Dale and vale Of imagination and creation.
From where to where? Oh that magic dale Of colors and tone That day and night Does ponder and think To sing and warble In bliss of solitude With wise nude night’s Tribe and sly nation Of men and women That awake walk a child Of bard and poet For two fine eyes Of day and night Whose beam and light Oh this divine light Of imagination and creation Is truth and beauty To bright glitter and Rise on these four Fine beautiful leading eyes. Of north and south With east and west ******* From sunset to sunrise And from sunrise to Sunset of timeless rise Where fully we awake At its garden and paradise With our two eyes And those two eyes Of day and night Or sans and without Our sight and eyes At hell and fire Oh those warbling eyes Of colors and tone Whose yell and high Cry is for the Freedom and the flight Of you and me That soar and fly From this eastern horizon Of birth and life Down to that western Solemn mysterious silent horizon Either bee or fly.
A drop
It is divine deep sea Of sunrise and its set Oh this deep sea and Green dale of creative imagination Where you and I during Day and night sail and Slide a drop that will soon Drop at that mysterious sunset Of no high and low In all’s real nest and Lee the grave and the tomb oh yes and no The witch and fine lass Of all bards and poets which bright flash and high Soar in bliss of solitude Star and fine butterfly at That fine new earth and Sky of creation and fine Arts out of that mind’s And brain’s magic green eye Of man or woman who Is wise nude child of Bard and poet that day And night look for two Fine eyes of day and Night whose beam and light Oh this divine light of Imagination and creation for all These miles of fine four Leading eyes to sail and Slide from east to west Whose one horizon in two Different horizons Oh C and O in yes and no Is fleeting life and demise That hive of beautiful paradise
Flowers and Thorns
Oh days and nights Your divine fleeting time Of hours and minutes Is flowers and thorns That scent to prick And prick to scent Our bodies and souls Till they are sent Sans and without our Will and fine eyes To that mysterious sunset Of solemn dumb nest The grave and the tomb whose sunrise is wrath of hot hell Or bliss and rest In garden and paradise Where sun and moon Bright glitter and rise All of the time Out of truth and beauty Oh night’s wise nude Man of innocent child The bard and the poet That day and night On all these miles Of four leading eyes Look for two fine eyes Of day and night In you and me The bard and the poet.
The Poet’s Whisper
Will you nill you Uphill and down dale My deep running river And divine beautiful sea Does sail and slide Since that antique time Of first four eyes Adam and his Eve Down to that mysterious Time of no eyes Whose mysterious horizon is My source and fount On fell and dell Not caring whether you Are well or down That either flowering green Tree or bare one Which oh beautiful bewit-ching Fine witch and lass Of yes and no Is with that precious Root and invaluable treasure Of ideas and thoughts Or sans and without it. And you and I Oh singing warbling eyes Of imagination and creation Whose fine seven eyes Of Do Re Me Fa Sol La Se Are colors of rainbow In witch and lass Of song and poem Are either this or That who shall be In peace and at Rest at this sun-shine Of birth and life When you and I Are you and I That sail and slide As fast as that Deep river and sea Of divine fleeting sunrise That soon oh singing Eyes of creative imagination Does become and be That solemn mysterious sunset Of death and demise Whose timeless sunrise is The future life for All men and women Who sail and slide On all these miles Of four leading eyes Oh river and sea That shall soon up dry Only again lush and Green to sail and Slide through beautiful paradise Where those two eyes Of day and night Whose beam and light Oh this divine light Of imagination and creation Is truth and beauty Bright glitter and rise All of the time Or black neither to Stop nor to run Through fire and hell Oh verses and lines The fine magical key Of this whole universe Where the bard and The poet is man Animal and plant in Men and women that Are wise nude juveniles On that deep sea Of imagination and creation Whose divine sweet voice Of colors and tone Does color and play Through all days and nights Those two fine eyes Of day and night In you and me The bard and the poet.
The River’s Light It is intellectual delight That invaluable brilliant light Of science and knowledge Where some flashing minds Are flash of lightning In busy hive of Heavy lush green rain And finely colored bees That drill their drops Of ideas and thoughts Into this deep river And fine beautiful sea Which oh fine witch And lass of song And poem quick and Fast does sail and Slide out of that Light of science and Knowledge from this sun-rise Down to mysterious sunset Of life and demise When they flash bright To soar and fly Through this divine river’s Light of intellectual delight For those who live To add either by Their hands or minds Only to be that Fount and running source Of faith and use All of the time When they use their Brain or skilful hand Oh men and women To till and plough Upon the green cheek Of all’s real mother This beaming beautiful earth Birth of that paradise And fine beautiful garden Where most bright rise Two fine beautiful eyes Of day and night The sun and the moon Oh sons and moons Of that night’s tribe Of men and women That child wander awake Mere bard and poet Whose permanent inspiration is Man, animal and plant.
C and O
How can we on This deep river and Fine sea of divine sunrise And mysterious solemn sunset Whose light and dusk Are life and demise Rest and relax with That invaluable C and O of science and Knowledge while most of Their invaluable precious outputs We utilize and use In war and fight Our tragedy and misery Oh this intellectual light Of imagination and creation That high and loud In song and poem Through all days and nights Does call all nations On all countless miles Of four leading eyes To hug and embrace During this fleeting tour Of east and west Life and its demise That fine white dove Of peace and love Whose feathers and wings Are you and I Oh this singing eye Of imagination and creation That sail and slide In bliss of solitude Out of colors and Tone whose source and Fount is childhood’s remini-scences Down to two eyes Of day and night Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty Oh this divine light Of songs and poems That does please to instruct And instructs to please Out of its magic River and divine tree.
I met little beast On all’s deep river And fine beautiful sea Of divine fleeting sunrise That soon does become And be that dumb Silent solemn mysterious sunset Whose sunrise is timeless Of hell or paradise Who called me and Named friend and mate When my function and Role is to bed And eat at this Fine beautiful divine surise Of birth and life Whose real feast of Delight is addition of Ideas and bright thoughts Or beautifying and de-corating Oh this magic decora-tion Of song and poem That high and loud Does whisper to all On all countless miles Of four leading eyes Either to add or To decorate and beautify While quick and fast They sail and slide On all’s deep river And fine beautiful sea From east to west Whose two horizons oh This magic horizon of Imagination and creation are Fleeting life and demise.
The Herd
While I was sailing and Flowing from east to west Of sunrise and its set Whose mysterious dark horizon Is death and demise Oh this divine warbling nest Of imagination and colored cr-eation I met herd and wild Flock who pleaded me them To join when my brain And mind I fast lock Only to be seen and heard A mid that flock and herd Of animals and savage beasts When my function and role Is to bed and eat At this fine divine sunrise Of birth and fleeting life Which its pith and core Oh fine lass and witch Of magic yes and no That are song and bewitching poem Of Do Re Me Fa Sol La Se with colors Of rainbow on that divine Dome of imagination and creation Is addition of bright thoughts Or beautification and decoration Oh this fine divine treasure Of blissful pleasure and instruciton.
The Sick River We the sons And the buds Of that divine Clay to the Sun most of Us don’t look And eye while Quick and fast We sail and Slide from this Fleeting sunrise of Birth and life Down to that Dumb mysterious sunset Of timeless rise Whose horizon either Hell or paradise Unless there are Mist and fog. ******* And when there Are thick fog and Mist we look And eye to That fine eye Of day since Ourselves oh song And poem of Colors and tone Are covered and Shrouded by that Thick fog and Mist of disguise Which oh witch Of fine song Make our River Of fleeting sunrise With its mysterious Set of demise Too sick and I ll to sail And slide through its paradise of Truth and beauty Where day and Night you high Cry and yell With your wise Nude night’s tribe Of all poets To disperse that Fog and mist. Sun and Moon
Oh all’s fleeting divine Sunrise and its shine Of day and night How can you shine To bright glitter and rise On all these miles Of four leading eyes Those two fine eyes Of day and night Whose beom and light Oh this divine light Of imagination and creation Is truth and beauty While most during your fleeting days and nights Oh all’s fleeting sunrise Soar and quick fly From east to west Of birth and demise In selfishness and fog Of lies and disguise Which Oh fine witch Of song and poem
Make our river and gill Of birth and life Too ill and sick To sail and slide Through its busy hive And fine beautiful paradise Of sun and moon Whom day and night Your son and child The bard and the poet Oh sunset and its rise In bliss of solitude At that magic dome Of creation and fine arts Does color to play Both out of that fine Bewitching witch and lass Of yes and no That whisper to all In its sweet voice of truth and beauty On all these miles Of four leading eyes Since that antique time Of first four eyes Adam and his Eve To best love and like While quick and fast They sail and slide From east to west Of life and demise.
The Drowing Ship Oh that magic beam And fascinating divine ray Of song and lay The fine magical key Of all these miles Of four leading eyes From time to time He does beam to smile Only at the deep Depth of his false Self and untrue being By that murderous poison Of hatred and down Down to drown that Life-ship of friendship While that fine eye Of day and night Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty Does drop her bitter Tears and eye drops Behind his fog and Thick mist of lies And disguise only bright To glitter and rise Through this fleeting sunrise Of birth and life.
The Horn Your brush and horn Oh wise nude child Of that night’s tribe The bard and the poet Is at that divine Magic sunny-pleasure-dome Of imagination and creation Where in bliss of solitude You cower by your Fine witch and lass The yes and no To play and draw Through all days and nights Out of your mind’s And brain’s green eye Fine singing warbling eyes Of colors and tone That sing and warble In its bewitching voice Of earth and sky For all on all miles Of four leading eyes To sail and slide From this fleeting sunrise Whose beam and light Is birth and life With its mild lamb And savage mild beast Of good and evil Down to that sunset Of dumb mysterious nest The grave and the tomb Nude and sans horn Oh that magical horn Of Do Re Me Fa Sa La Se In colors of rainbow On this divine life.
Fly or Bee?
Whether fly or busy Bee you and I Soar and high fly From this eastern horizon Of divine fleeting sunrise With its mild lamb And savage wild beast Of good and evil Down to western horizon Of dumb sunless land Where is the real Nest and lee oh That fine white dove Of imagination and creation For all of us Who at that real Dumb nest of sunset In peace rest and lie If at this sunrise Of birth and life We become and bee Fount of faith and love When we fast and pray Oh verse in lay The fine magical key Of this whole universe To the able Creator And Maker of all On all countless miles Of four leading eyes Whose men and women With animal and plant Are the beaming fount For that green smile Of colors and tone That does all call The fine three kingdoms To best love and like.
You or I ?
Who is the busy Bee or the fly You or me and I ? Upon this eastern horizon Of divine fleeting sunrise Whose beam and light Of birth and life Oh that divine light Of imagination and creation Shall soon out die At that western horizon Whose dark of sunset Is death and demise Which oh bewitching witch Of song and poem Does attract and magnetize All on all miles Sans and without their Sight and fine eyes ***** I don’t know till My sensitive self and True being of innocent Child deep I know
On all’s deep river And fine beautiful sea Of sunrise and its set Oh yes and no The witch and lass Of all bards and poets That day and night In song and poem Call you and me To soar and fly From east to west Sans and without that Thick fog and mist Of lies and disguise.
Loss
Oh all’s river and sea How can I into You deep dip and dive To thorougly comprehend and Understand your running currents Of life and its sunrise In all and me While my ture self And sensitive innocent being Of man and child I don’t know oh That yes and no The witch and lass Of all bards and poets That call you and me Through all days and nights Out of their mind’s And brain’s green eye To soar and fly From east to west Busy bee for all On all countless miles Of four leading eyes.
The Two Banks
How can you and I On all these miles Of four leading eyes Alert and awake walk On only one leg From east to west Of sunrise and its set Whose beam and light Oh fine divine light Of imagination and creation Is birth and demise Whereas you and I Are emotion and brain Whose conflict and fight Oh this green rain Of poetry and poesy Is storm and howling gale That most does uproot From this divine gift Of sunrise and its shine Whose beam and brilliant light Of birth and life Smoothly does run and flood Out of that mysterious sunset Of death and demise From east to west By its two banks Of brain and emotion Oh this deep river And fine divine sea Of imagination and creation-
You and I
You and I who is Either busy bee or fly On this fleeting sunrise Whose beam and light Oh that divine light Of imagination and creat-tion Is birth and life Soon fast fly and Soar sans and without Our will to that Sunset of dumb nest Where you and I Shall be in peace And rest if at This divine fleeting sunrise Whose four leading eyes Are north and south With east and west We best love and Truly like oh this Fine singing warbling eye Of song and lay When we fast and Devoutly pray to the Maker and able Creator Of all whose two Fine eyes can be Sans and without their Sight and light when He and I oh Two fine eyes of Day and night whose Beam of bright light Is truth and beauty Crawl to loudly bray ******* Then why we oh Fine song and lay Fast and too pray While quick and fast We sail and slide From east to west Of life and demise That whisper to all On all these miles Of four leading eyes To glitter and rise Those two fine eyes Of day and night The sun and the moon.
Four Eyes
Oh those first four eyes From whom all quick And fast sail and Slide from this east Of fine divine sunshine Down to that sunset Of no high and low In its real nest Of grave and tomb Where are those two Eyes of day and night Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty On all these miles Of four leading eyes Which once bright rise At your fine paradise Oh Adam and Eve That shall be our Blissful permanent nest if We best love and like At this divine rise Of day and night With its mild lamb And savage wild beast Of good and evil When we fast and Devoutly pray to the Maker and able Creator Of this fleeting sunrise With its mysterious sunset Of death and demise That shall all magnetise Only to be that Timeless sunrise of hell Or fine lush paradise Oh that magic flow Of colors and tone That color to play In bliss of solitude Out of that bewitching Witch and fine lass Of yes and no Whose new magic language Is dew of poesy.
Too Two Oh that beam And bright light Of moon-face You flash day And night out Of your essential Source and fount Of beam and Light that fine Eye of day Into the mind’s And brain’s fine Lush green eye Of that night’s Wise nude child The bard and The thinking poet To pen and Draw in bliss Of solitude that Song and lay Of creative-imagi-nation Which high and Loud in its Sweet voice of Colors and tone utter and say To all and You on all These miles of Four leading eyes Why do you Sail and slide From this divine Fleeting sunrise of Birth and life Down to that Dumb mysterious sunset Of no eyes With one face And too two?
My Missed Bottom
Why is your bottom Surface oh deep river And Fine beautiful sea Of sunet and its rise Where all quick and Fast sail and slide From east to west Of dumb real nest The grave and the tomb Only to get and Reach to that deep Bottom of fine paradise Where those two eyes Of day and night Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty Bright glitter and rise All of the time. ***** Or are we oh Deep river and sea That does sail and slide Through all of the time From east to west Of life and demise Sail and slide far And away from your True currents and waters That whisper to all On all countless miles Of four leading eyes Through all of the time Only to sail and Slide with only one face Where my surface is That missed bottom of Hive of beautiful paradise That does hug and embrace Through all days and nights Some of my sons Suns and fine moons Who deep think to Sing and warble while In bliss of solitude At that floating dome Of imagination and creation They paint to color Their witch and lass Of yes and no Which flash and soar Butterflies and night’s eyes In song and poem That high yell and cry During all days and nights Why my countless jewels Of wealth and riches Are not for all On all these miles Of four leading eyes ?
The Happy Fly You hurry to no where Oh wise nude child Of that night’s tribe Of men and women Since you live and Dwell at no-where Or you live and Dwell at one place Oh that son and child Of sunset and its rise Whose two different horizons Are demise and life Where few are fair Since most and more Oh bard and poet Have more than face. ******* And at your bourn Of sky and earth Oh fine green skylark Of men and women The bards and the poets Most do not know Why they ar born. ******* Then are they happy fly If they live or die Here or at any place. ******* But to live and Dwell with one face Whose body and soul Are fair and fine Then we are happy bee That does live and dwell At hive and paradise Of give and take.
The Salvation Ships
Oh salvation ships You I see In my own Deep fine sea Of fleeting sunrise And its set Where I see My true self And sensitive being Of man and Guy who is Mere nude child Is your berth Oh salvation ships Whose cruise why Most of the Time is far And away from That berth of True life and Birth oh verse.
My Sailing and Flow
Foul and fair He is oh Wise nude nights’s Tribe of poets That are mere Children and juveniles On that river And deep sea Of creative imagination To whom in My bliss and Joy of intermittent Sailing and flow Upon its two Magical banks of Colors and tone You hand over To his mild Heart and mind My fine colors And tone of Song and poem Only to ope The deep depths Of my sunrise Whose horizon is Birth and life Fair and fine.
Dialogue
How can you oh Fly; soar and fly From time to time Just me and I ! ******* I Soar and fly From time to time Just you oh bee Since you and I Both in all fly By our conflicting wings Of good and evil.
His Tale Oh that son and child Of sunset and its rise Whose two different horizons Are demise and life Narrate to all out Of that singing eye Of your lush dale Whose two fine banks Are colors and tone How can those two eyes Of day and night The sun and the moon With their divine light Of truth and beauty Bright glitter and rise On al these miles Of four leading eyes? ***** They would glitter and rise When all or most Fly and soar high From east to west Of life and demise With only one face. ******* They would glitter and rise Oh man and guy When you and I Soar and high fly From east to west Of life and demise Busy bee and white dove Of peace and love For theirselves and all.
PUBLISHED IN YEMEN IN 1999 SEE THE LINK TO KNOW MUCH ABOUT THIS POET
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