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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