I would like to discuss ...
- space - breath -
with myself
- space - smile -
what is poetry
for me and what
for you it could be?
This is not poem,
but a column, just
with you and me -

for me - poetry is
not a competition,
smiles or pictures
or reviews, or
sweet compliments
for your pen skills...
Poetry as i see and feel-
is a pure pleasure to write
and to live in this verses,
poetry is essence and sense
of life, it is philosophy and
deep understanding of
eternity of soul, and
could be more -most of all
poetry is Love for world,
for God and human beings,
it's sensual, or calm, streaming
in the high or law spaces,
but always in the turn of time,
poetry is Eternity of your eyes
and sound, melody of the past,
present and future, mixed
with you own heart.

-nour-
June-013

My brother Ali,
I'm writing you
in the silence of
the star night,
when the air around
is so clear and bright -
while you're in your
remote student house,
I'm safe in our home,
locked behind many
doors,

Dressed in transparent
white night gown,
with light blue bundle
around my *******,
around my silky hair
tied,
I want to dream about you
this night -
Remembering your sweet
forbidden kiss,
when you came
so close to me once
when we were in fight,
You couldn't stand your
anger pain and need,
then lost control, you took
me in your arms so tight,

I can't lie -never wanted
to escape from you,
just pretend, now the
image in on my memory
like stamp,
how you kissed all my
face, my cheeks and my neck
.......
All your body hugged me all,
as if in dance,
my senses sank in fog
and dizzy I almost faint.

In this late time, I miss
you, think about you,
love you -
stamp my blood-red lips
on the envelope for you
to kiss, wishing you
to study there well,
good night and sweet dreams!


.....nour.....
     may-013

my brother Ami,
from the land of
Pineapples and lemons
wanted to write to you
in late hours,
to wish you good
travel tomorrow
to the desert land with camels,

Please, be safe on the road,
may Allah protect you
in the weather hot!
in endless sand dunes
the time is so slow,
even letters from your
lovely sister are
out of the law.

Take care with the guns
and weapons
and how you wash
your blue jeans...
I pray Allah to help you
in that distant place
i'll miss you as always
drawing your portrait
with black ink.
i'll think of you and write,
and dream to be by your side.

My brother
mon frère,
mio fratello,
saudaraku,
kardesim,
akhi, bhai,
you know
I love you,
waiting you
back
after may!


....nour....
    may-013

Rose petals mixed with
   cherry
   blossoms
   scent
radiates my hair
Leaves of apple tree
covers my deep eyes,
   Wild
   strawberry
   juice
is squeezed on my lips
even slight strips on
my cheeks,
   Jasmine
   flower
charming perfume
covers my shoulders
and neck,
my ******* are made
of tasty
    purple
    grapes,
Down my stomach
swirling sweetness
of peach
and orange-
forgetfulness for
absent-minded head,

I'm a composition of
many tastes and fruits.

You shouldn't eat but
only look,
you can satisfy your
hungry eyes and senses,
but not your empty hands,
the love-fruits is for you
f o r bi d d e n.

....nour....
     april-013