Poetry, written by Ali Taha Alnobani

A metallic alien object with plastic gaze

Without emotions, and no feelings

It holds tapered forceps and a magnifying glass

It runs on the empty street

Like a spooky ghost

Like an absurd robot

His eyes are round, red

His nose is crunchy squared

And his voice is like air when it comes from the hole of a sick object

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Now h...

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I’m an abject, because the helmsman of our homeland says so,

while into turbulent waters he leads us

I’m wicked, because the helmsman of our homeland says so

and without hesitation makes the ship tumble

and with an uncertain course will capsize it

I’m a scoundrel, because the helmsman of our homeland says it

while behind an alibi he shields himself

and when the truth...

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It’s sufficient to briefly touch silence to feel days of glory,
the eternal word of friendship,
the chimes of freedom

It’s sufficient to lean between blue seas
to perceive the sweet semblance of calm,
the lost and aged dreams,
the future that you can imagine,
the language of love and peace

It’s sufficient to forgive and the good is understood

© Noris Roberts - March, 2019

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Old sense of exhilaration

for the spirit to soar free

To be one with elements

on an aimless kind spree

No destination so to say

nothing planned as such

Tad touch of spontaneity

& escapade a sole crutch

Legs straddling untamed

not broken in yet mount

Uncertain of the outcome

and what it’ll tantamount

Timidity all but vanished

 onc...

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There was trouble in The Argentine. A few of Natalie’s friends spoke out against the military junta who ruled the country. The two girls and one boy, all aged eighteen, had simply vanished. Natalie was scared. Roberto warned her not to speak out. The same people who forced him into the army, ending his college studies, had apprehended the teens. Their fate was unknow...

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