This is a poem by Mohammed Abdulaziz Alduwaihi dedicated to Kuwait:   Filed under: Kuwait, Life, Poetry

I want a donut. Mmm doughnuts: Which I don’t usually eat, Which I don’t normally crave , But early this morning, perhaps due to the chilly weather, I suddenly felt like tasting the unique maple flavour of donuts washed down with a piping ho…

unpegged unbound unlocked unchained – - – - no questions no answers no questioning no answering – - – - simply being enjoying the moment embracing joy emanating peaceful light, bathing in love.     Filed under: Poetry

Your smile warms me like the sun that breaks through grey skies on a cloudy day   Your voice is light as it resonates through somber walls and they too seem to dance to your music   Your eyes Obsidian Truth seekers Float through time and alwa…

How odd that my dreams take me to unrecognizbale  places and I find Myself a Stranger in dreams of my own creation. Filed under: Poetry

Replace a bad habit with a good one Myself says to Meself. Meself carries her pitchfork around stoking the bonfires in her Conscience Myself walks in fretful figure eights and thinks about random numbers; Meself has become like a wet sweater hanging ou…

English translation of Poem 20 by Neruda Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.” El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo…

Afsordegi  افسردگی  by Ali Abdolrezaei English translation below of Afsordegi  افسردگی  by Ali Abdolrezaei Filed under: Poetry

In the middle of the night I go to the bathroom Switch on the light Sit on the toilet and Look down at the white bath rug. —– In the middle of the night I looked down at the white bath rug and saw a tiny, solitary black ant. — In the …

Sunshine through windows,, cold outside.. showered damp skin imkassar bulging,, it’s urgent,, uncovered exposed cock given a good long silent treatment,, that’s it,, turn around bend over triangular position a compass standing on tiptoes re…

She was walking in Mishref with a slight smile on her face, swinging her arms, as I drove past I saw her light grey bra strap slip down her  right shoulder and she adjusted it. How tiresome, I thought, being a female who has endured rogue bra straps o…

Burying my face into your furry chest biting your nipples emerging delirious pleasantly disoriented after inhaling your mad-hatted desire. Succumbing to moments, only moments and then the wolf within you becomes the faithful dog.     Filed un…

candy colored rainbows flying in the sky like canes and snakes and puppy dog tails you will have none you say sushi is enough I wipe a morsel away from your lips and try to sort out whether your problems are egotistical chauvinistical or simply whimsic…

  white rhinoceros you beautifully antique creature I want to ride you through the masses of red geraniums in my garden trample the pelagorniums stamp through rosemary and lavender bushes and then whinny with you as you raise your head with its sh…

there was a glowing bulb within but it glowed itself out, or it was turned on and off on and off so many times, it eventually went out for good pouff!!! Filed under: Poetry

My fingers are stubborn, my heart unmoved my brain on a different plane, and I refuse to disembark.   My fingers balk like the feral cat that walks into my kitchen and plops itself down on the cool ceramic tile and refuses to budge. It bears its w…

the way you stopped your cab so promptly and said: Where would you like to go, Madame? And the way you pronounced it was so damned alluring “Ma-dem” My brightly coloured shopping bags are carefully lined up in your cab one two three and I s…

Wild thing: a trotting rhinoceros, a fidgety savannah gazelle, a whinnying horse, a  tiger positioning golden eyes on its prey, a dog yelping with excitement a bird soaring high. That’s me. Filed under: Poetry

your lips flutter like the wings of a butterfly delicately parted nudging searching for what you desire. Just take. Filed under: Poetry

THE NAKED HIGHWAYMAN (Steve Tilston) As I rode out one summer’s day for profit and for pleasure, I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure. A brace of pistols duly primed, a sabre fit to shave on, I waited underneath the trees t…

by  Alfred Noyes (1880-1958)   The Highwayman PART ONE I THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman cam…

At the pinnacle, at the  peak moment of orgiastic pleasure, the nightingale outside my window sang. Filed under: Poetry

Should I love you and leave you? Or leave here to love you? Do I live to love you or wait for you to love me? It’s about you, about love, and about nothing at all.   Filed under: Poetry

Honey You sure leave a good taste in my mouth. It’s not poetry it’s a flash card for your eyes only coming out of the shower conquering that honeycomb makes me as giddy as a puppy and the world will be just as sweet today. *To be read with …

I part my lips and kisses float out like Bubbles in holograms. Ride your Mighty Dragonfly into misty waters and keep me safe from the yellow spider hiding in the spray of creamy Henna flowers. Filed under: Poetry

Often you appear to me in the form of a bird not any one kind but an assortment and I stop and smile say hello and the bird mostly looks at me with certain trepidation unsure why it is the vehicle of such a shapeshifter and my eyes glitter green as a c…

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In unison, I dip two empty hands into a bowl of water and it feels good within and without to be grasping such a vital but weightless load; when I raise them up my Hands are Free.   Filed under: Poetry

The compassionate angler was fishing for sole but instead, unfortunate crustacean, you became entangled in his net; he heaved you up a whopping four kilos almost one metre in length and you were faced with your foe: the compassionate English angler who…