RISE OF SUN-SET BY HAMZA.M.ALHASSAN

Dedication


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?

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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.


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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
*******
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.

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.
*******
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
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