RISE OF SUN-SET BY HAMZA.M.ALHASSAN

The Little Beast

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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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