RISE OF SUN-SET BY HAMZA.M.ALHASSAN

To Where?

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
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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.

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