Graduation Party

featured in the poetry forum February 24, 2024  :: 0 comments

Moses, Jesus, and Muhammad
were three of my most powerful pals.
They each had a flower in the vase &
our enemy destroyed all the vases and
stole all their flowers.

I recall their parents having inscribed
their names on their two arms and legs.
Just to be able to track them down after
_graduation party. We often forget about
our assignments because of armed troops.

“Evacuate, damn it!” they yelled at our door.
Ignoring the agony of an empty stomach,
Ignoring the stillness, Ignoring the absence
of our grandfathers, who taught us to live
& die for the soil and air of free Palestine.

We buried our hopes behind the fig & olive
trees because we wanted to live, to love,
and to be free of the vocabulary of callous
conflicts that neglected mankind.
Nonetheless, we are still magnificent bare trees.

Together in the moonless night,
we prayed then slept in peace until the graduation
party began to draw closer and closer with
daggers in our hearts, bullets screeching towards
our chests, missiles bursting at the conclusion of
the graduation party.

We were picked up by one of our parents
many hours later. Whether you believe it or not!
We’re all in the same bloody coffin. We wonder
whether, when the people of the globe cease turning
our reality the other way, they want to deafen both ears
and blind both eyes.

editors note:

A sad education for them and a continuing ignorance for us; what we willfully will not learn. – mh clay

Asking The River

featured in the poetry forum September 22, 2023  :: 0 comments

Why are you feeling sad my friend?
Why are your tears like black Onyx?
I know for sure that your heart is a
rainforest-like green jade.

I advised you before,
life is a colourful & grey portrait.
Each instant, you are either.
Loveable & unlovable!

My friend don’t fall into the darkness.
Let me write you beautiful thoughts!
because you are my beautiful icon!
Hand on hand dissolves my worries.

You notified me after,
Daylight ends with us in chains with sorrow
Curious if we ever chase happiness without
drinking, asking the river if he wants a cigarette.

editors note:

A little vice to achieve some virtue. Got a light? – mh clay

Reading You

featured in the poetry forum April 26, 2023  :: 1 comment

I smoked and drank
another bottle of wine
in my hotel room
all by myself.

I recall a body that
taught me to suffocate
in love for all the cities
we torched on fire.

We sing in hopes.
We flow in illusions.
Before the blue skies
unveil a sad nest,

because the planet is
no longer a secure place.
I scream your name
because I’m drunk.

You are moving toward
serenity. To read you like
a love poem, I am now
clearing my throat.

editors note:

A city, a siren, a severed love; take another swallow, then speak up. – mh clay

Unwelcomed Farewell

featured in the poetry forum October 10, 2022  :: 0 comments

When you articulate nothing at all
My heart becomes an occupied city
With the noise from the rockets, not birds
The clouds drop blood on my fictional planet.

The blue sky opens its chest to those fireworks
I look at those happy faces, lovers kissing lips,
and pretty dresses. I am sorry darling for loving you
-without the ability to cover up my lousy tears.

Do not shatter the windows of daylight’s nostalgia
Open the door of unwelcomed farewell before they bomb us
Hit me with an axe before the death scrapes me
Wear a dress to reunite with my defeated spirit.

I am still awake, and I want more colours of happiness
I want new syllables to run over my refugee’s tongue
I also desire some pulse to hear with my ears and eyes
-closed in my imagination cuddling with you all night long.

editors note:

When one leaves, unbidden, imagination is all that’s left. – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum July 5, 2022  :: 0 comments

When the moon misses its brightness
I feel lonely as a forgotten painting in the gallery at dusk

Do you remember the moments we sipped the sun wine?
I absorb the biological colours of the rainbow

Then splash them above the grey clouds of autumn.
More birds would rise into the blue of her eyes,

They attacked my birthplace and crushed my heart in their infirmary.
I lost my hand and since then I became an alcoholic

Who prays after drinking whiskey from a homesick teacup?
Why so!!
Don’t be!!!
My neighbour doesn’t seem
informed of the coffin I’m carrying since I accepted your friendship…

editors note:

A lack exposed, an addict empowered. – mh clay

The Finest Cigarette

featured in the poetry forum April 16, 2022  :: 0 comments

On the first day of the new year,
I light the finest cigarette up and
sip a cup of black coffee by myself,
then write about hope on the typewriter.

The night is born with stars and torn.
The children of the world recall their little pets,
While the children of Iraq & Syria remember
the dates of their sibling’s death in the war.

I no longer run after the birds and butterflies.
My days are low, like the tears of a dying angel.
My life is no longer delightful and brief,
Even love has been eliminated from my universe.

No one seems to care about my flying wings.
Everyone is celebrating the night we were shattered.
The wooden floor sustained your bitter tears.
This oppression made me an alcoholic and hopeless.

Another cigarette, another bottle of Russian whiskey.
Another great rhythm and blues to listen to alone,
Waiting for the time, and walk missing from the pub.
Destiny undresses my flesh and leaves me as rotten skulls.

editors note:

The current calamity drives all recollection of calamities past from our minds, but not from his… – mh clay

Our Sun

featured in the poetry forum April 21, 2021  :: 0 comments

Our sun rises and we still cannot rise up
raised in poverty and realized that’s a blessing
We taught to walk barefoot with a laughter face
We embraced our heartless enemies constantly
We adopted suicide risks, depressions, insomnia
to our sensitive spirit who we flooded with our tears
The shirtless man and his pregnant wife are
sleeping on the mud of the border hoping that
they will be able to cross the country for a better
future for their child, since our culture would do
nothing but name tags, and mislead the direction
of the peace that we spent years dreaming about
Our sun shares its glow with the moon in blues
Yet, we sleep in darkness as if the sky is the mirror
and we are the shattered stars in the eyes of the warrior.

editors note:

No light, no sentry; no fight, no entry. – mh clay

The Limits of the Sun

featured in the poetry forum August 20, 2020  :: 0 comments

Take me to the limits of the sun
Away from the miserable nest
of skeletons, simply because
they remind me of my thirty-five years

Take me back in your warm dream
Where life’s bitterness appears more
like a blooming rose in the direction
of the cemetery, in which we can smile

Take me to the sorrows of our home
To learn how to love without weeping
To learn how to raise you to the rainbow
And learn about each other as we are one heart

Take me somewhere far away so
You and I, we are one route to the darkness
Nobody can get in our way, nor damage us
The ones who are in, they will win and the

Ones who escape will die for being lonely
If you cannot take me anywhere near you
Then allow me to sip on some of the best
poison, since I am weak to go on my own
to the limits of the sun…

editors note:

Leap for the limits; lose the lament. – mh clay

I Am Human

featured in the poetry forum April 28, 2020  :: 0 comments

I am human
from all races
I am looking
for respect,
and good

I am human
dancing with
no silky touch
but on my own
for no reason
sometimes, I
am trying to
live like a human

My name is
human being
My age is the
numbers of
days of the
dead fighter
My soul is
already taken

Another human
I once met her;
she is the reason
why the night is
sad, no matter
what I do aside
from writing a
poem or a song

Can someone
walk me home
I am blind to
trust strangers
I am a silent
human listening
to dreamers talking
to machine believers

editors note:

Write a poem or a song. We are all humans! – mh clay

Writing a Letter

featured in the poetry forum November 1, 2019  :: 0 comments

I will be writing a letter
to nobody brave or I know
I want to say I am sorry
for the ones, who hurt me before

I know that life is more
than one locked door
perhaps, my heart is the
house with a broken lock to protect me

yet, my enemy wins over my
innocent moves, his words
are sharp knives, and my answers
are the seeds of the plants in heaven

being blind means, you are
gifted, you just believe in the
ones who wish you death
and nothing else of good in darkness

editors note:

A sad post to an address unknown. (We welcome Ahmad to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay