Writing is
the frozen music
of an ellipsis,
the silent song
of a lonesome poet
who sings in the dark
among howling winds
crossing swords
in the white shades
of unseen things -
a winter on the Pole
on whose  obverse side
there's Rio,
and the Sun,
and the Samba
and the revenge
of the color.


© Lazhar Bouazzi, May 31, 2016; revised, August 5, 2016

When you paint your walls
with nonsense, and the sky outside
reflects your feelings, sensations
tiring, discovering floors and no ceilings.

And the faceless poor man
doesn't want your tips
but your hand, he wants to try
standing, because he's tired of kneeling.

When you insure the beggar's
confidence with a dime, hoping
he will ask you to stay awhile, then
you see he's not the freak, you are.

It is your mind that is on trial,
the beggarman dying, you slowly
take up his cup, and begin the eternal
begging for just one single smile.

This August day
we set out across the ever shifting sands at Morecambe bay

mechanics if the heart can mend,
tending flock
taking stick and stock to and of the tidal movement.

The cockles black,
******* against the sea,
good for food and food for tea.

we turn away from Grange
and rearrange internal compass
heading for home shore.

This we see and
all of this
is free

always should be but you can never tell
however until hell freezes over Morecambe bay
we
will forever have this
August day.

Insomnia in a serving,
I have it with a head full of thoughts.
Ready pen in hand,
contemplating where they should land.

Caffeine in a gulp,
unruly chatter in the background as soundtrack.
Landing words haphazardly in ink...
Scrawls and scribbles of what I think.

Coffee breath in a cup...
A delectable complement
to a favoured pastime.
Enjoying this very moment,
as I jot down this last flavoured rhyme.

Eat your liver young man
People are starving overseas
Swallow your Castor oil ,
the less fortunate are succumbing -
to disease
Say your prayers in case God -
takes you by morning
Clean your room , their are people -
homeless
Take your jacket or you'll catch pneumonia
Study your lessons so you'll makes 'lots of money'