MORNING BRINGS HOPE

Every new morning is a new birth

 Let every fraction of a second

 Bring to your life some mirth

Let dark nights not become a bond

Let them not darken your brain ‘n heart

Let them on your will not be a lightning strike

Let them only be the warrior’s time for rest

Let every sun ray turn into junket your day

Let it not turn out your efforts into hay

Dreaming

When nights got dark
I have never felt afraid
To my bed I went straight
Not to sleep or get a rest
It was just to be able to sink
In profound slumber and dreams
Where I could weave fanciful stories
And make hypotheses and antitheses
In order to flee the harsh reality 

Memories

When eyes stop talking
 Harsh hands stop sensing 
 Hearts never cease loving
 To minds always resorting
Remembrance and sense never ripping
Remote memories reanimating
Deeply concealed feelings
To make a love everlasting
Faraway beloved is going
Closely to memories clinging
Bodies when away passing 
Never forget before leaving
To give a memory for romancing
The farther memories are getting
The sweetest they are becoming

Abortion is a Murder

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A Message against abortion

Translation By The Poetess Houda Boukassoula Of I Am Your Baby Mum  of the German poet Dr.Tony Brahmin - Poem by Houda Boukassoula

إنّني طفلك يا أمّاه
لم آت بمفردي يا أمّاه
نزلت ملائكة الرّحمان إلى رحمك
من السّماوات العلى نزلت
في رحمك الورع فيّا روحا نفخت
لم آت بمفردي يا أمّاه
هكذا أقدار الإله شاءت
كنت سعيدا وفي مغارة الحبّ نمت
في رحمك الورع
في سلام هناك نمت
الملائكة حرستني
ولي دعت
كي أكون دائما بسلام
حتّى أولد على وجه الأرض
أغان سماويّة للولادة ردّدت
كي تعزفها على قيثارتها الذّهبيّة يوم ولادتي
عندما كنت أنام في رحمك
كانت الملائكة تعودني
يا أمّي الحبيبة ولم تعلمي
كنت سعيدا أن أولد
وأكون لك أحبّ ولد
أردت أن أبتسم
أردت أن أغنّي
أردت أن ألعب
أردت أن أرضع حليب صدرك
حتّى أبلغ رضاك
وأرى إبتسامة على محيّاك
عندما أنهي كلّ الحليب من صدرك الحنون
في رحمك أمّاه بكلّ ذلك حلمت
ولكن في يوم قاس
قرّرت قتلي
الشّياطين في الجحيم بقرارك علمت
على أعلى الطّبول دقّت
ألحانا شيطانيّة عزفت
اجتمعت ثمّ جاءت
جاءت وعلى دوائر رقصت
رقصت و غنّت
على خطوط رقصت
على دواءر رقصت
على أصابع أقدامها رقصت
على رؤوسها رقصت
و أشرس الأغاني أنشدت
على طبول الشّيطان قرعت
كان الجحيم كله سعيدا
بقرارك قتلي
أتعلمين عندها كم أنا بكيت
أتعلمين عدد الملائكة الّتي بكت
أتعلمين أنّ السّماء كلّها بكت
يوم متّ في رحمك الورع
للحظة وقبل قتلي بوحشيّة
خلتني أرى عجز الإله القدير 

Romancing Souls

Twin souls are roaming above the universe
Chanting different lines of the same verse
Rehearsing for roles in a designed romance
Passing by flowers without smelling any rose
Singing in a chorale without adding any voice
In a gloomy picture they can have no existence

Twin souls are roaming above the universe
Waiting to write their story in a poem or a prose
To fill it with lively colours they want to enhance
In a deadly world they are not looking for a place
They can feel compassion for the human race
That can live and die without trying to face
Anything that hinders life to follow their pace

Twin souls are roaming above the universe
Loving,romancing and nourishing their existence 
Until they can reach the widely desired place
Where love prospers naturally not by force
Without having to step in a deadly universe
And if in our world there’s no such a place
Let romancing souls roam above the universe

THE DANCE OF LIFE

              

You dance then you realize you were not alive

You were in a world where emotions never thrive

Dance to flee this awful nightmare

Dance to show how much you care

About those who love but never dare

To make people around the world share

Feelings without which the heart is bare

You never see the moon shine if sunrays

Don’t embrace the moon in a moonlit night

Dance let the world of Man feel right,

 Dance let them never try to forget

There’s soul beneath the flesh

Dance to make it live and refresh

Dance to revive your eyes’ glow

Dance now, better now than too late

Life doesn’t wait for those who wait

To learn the steps of dancing right

Love and peace for all is what you should enthrone

Otherwise in your world death will ascend the throne.

                 Houda Boukassoula

                22 / 12 / 2017

LAUGHTER

                   

The day your laughter let you down

Everything was moving towards the end

Beaming bright colours were going to fade

Dry wizened leaves concealed the fertile ground

Gloomy gray clouds were obscuring the shining sun

Exhausting in my heart  joy ,mirth and fun

All my dreams seemed to tumble down

When a subtle soft smile elated your face

A ray of sunlight streamed through the clouds

Spreading a glint of hope in the heart you cast down

 Shyly announcing an early spring inflow

To the prolonged painful freezing lawn

Nothing but laughter could simply avow

A forgiveness that made hope inside me grow

The leaps of laughter were the lines you draw

To inspirit our love and limit our souls’ sorrow

Nothing but laughter can sweep a grief and end a woe

As a luster granting life a steady glow.

                                                 Houda Boukassoula

                                                     18 / 12 /2017

TIMELESS LIFE

Looking like blossoming sprouts

Nourished by the same water and ground

Heated between sun and cloud

Cuddled by a breeze severed when winds are fully blown

We may turn white, yellow or brown

As winters into autumns flow

Profound joy and sufferings we undergo

As time marks we try not to show

A deep sigh can release the sorrow

At the end of a tunnel we see a glow

When together not alone we choose where to  go

A LETTER TO Mr. TRUMP

                  

I agree that when you have little or no history

You won’t realize that Palestine’s one is holy

When Guantanamo is not in your campaign for elections

You have no relation with Human Rights Declaration

When in your greedy rush for glory and fame

You include Jerusalem in the new colonialism game

You can’t add to your righteous people any good name

You can only add to your reputation a shame

 But I will never agree about staining the holy city

Sacred in Judaism, Islam and Christianity

Half of the name of Jerusalem is “salem”

It is peace in Arabic and a greeting in Islam

Being the bravest US president may be your aim

Yet with a hasty decision you ended the game

Your presidency and power will certainly vanish

Jerusalem’s history you will never be able to tarnish

       Houda Boukassoula

ROMANCING MINDS

Romancing minds are ready

To withdraw a memory

When eyes stop talking

Hands stop sensing and hearts cease loving

Minds can carry on romancing

Recalling happy feelings to comfort weary souls

Trying to reconstruct scrambled moments

Of a desperate love story

Aiming at correcting lifelike details

To make reality look like a fairy-tale

Romancing minds are ready

To add a warm memory

To a gloomy cold romance

Failing in a trial to bluff hearts and souls

That never follow minds when they are romancing

Whereas romancing minds are the only minds

That follow hearts and souls

                  Houda Boukassoula

Rising Aspirations

 Rising aspirations

Rising aspirations are certainly the vibrating pulse
That distinguishes a living body from a dead corpse 
That brings lucidity to the most confusing path
They make depressed people fight to survive
Colorful flowers in a desert they plant
Tasty savors in bitter they implant
The secret of success is the willingness to thrive
And rising aspirations are the principal motive
That effectively brings hope to a desperate soul 
Satisfaction and aspirations will never contrast
Since their rising is what makes desire burst
Let your ambitions grow but never envy
Exploit your potential, make your energy spurt
You’ll fulfill a purpose without a pressure to exert
On a feeble body or a weary mind
Houda Boukassoula
02 / 12 / 17

PROFOUND JOY

                                    Profound Joy

              PROFOUND JOY 
In a lifetime you can be so thoughtless 
Laughter with fellows you keep sharing 

Jewelry and diamond you keep wearing

 In fancy mansions you keep living 

sumptuous food you keep savouring 

Luxurious cars you are always driving 

To the end of the world you are travelling

 Without thinking of others' sufferings 

Till the moment when you find it all meaningless 
When physical satisfaction becomes tasteless 
You end up asking what can make my happiness 

You bought yourself everything money can buy 

Bluffing your heart all along 

Thinking you can never be wrong 

Hopelessly looking for the profound joy 

That can last for a lifetime 

Seeking help from a source outside

 While profound joy is deep inside

 Use your heart to look around 

With your kindness sense your sou

l Put your charity at the disposal Use your talent to spread joy for all 

You will perceive the profound joy 
Houda Boukassoula 
21 /17 / 2017

SPIRITUAL STRENGTH

                                                        SPIRITUAL STRENGTH                                                         

When you're alone with no fellow around
 Looking for a partner to soothe the sorrow 
You keep suffering from when you're let down 
You can walk in the dark and talk to a star
 It will let the reassurance inside you grow 
By communicating its companionship with a glimpse 
Telling that you are a piece in a puzzle named universe 
Tied together with a spiritual strength
 When you're lost and thirsty in the hot dry desert
 You feel the fresh breeze whispering with insistence 
That many plants and flowers may grow in a desert 
Worshiping to help a bird feed and heat a nestling 
Sacrificing their lives to disown materialist strength 
And make the world believe in the spiritual strength 
That the Almighty created the creatures to compromise
 To bring together disoriented pieces in the puzzled universe. 
Houda Boukassoula 
14-11-17

GRATITUDE

 I have always been told 
That gratitude is an award
 You give to those who deserve
 Whenever you feel like to serve 
A human being with your care
 However,I have always felt 
That gratitude is an attitude 
Naturally payed towards the world 
Taught by Nature , written in its words
 Whenever a tree drops its leaves
 To feed the land that made her live 
Whenever the rain waters the seas, 
The mother breast feeds her child 
That grows and calls her Mom so aloud 
That she can hear from overseas . 
Whenever you feel something true
 Like Mother nature generosity 
Pay gratitude to the Almighty 
He for sure will , 
Make you sense more gratitude 
In a world you feel will never see 
What you are doing to care for
 Every weak creature in your need.

MAGNANIMITY

Generosity and tolerance become a mere fake
 If a man gives,forgives and expects to take 
If you forgive only those you cherish
 And give only things you don't need 
A superiority complex you only feed
 Meditate on the welfare and benevolence people seek
 Don't belittle what you can give 
Offer all your gifts and you will exist
 Your selfish ego try to flee 
Unchain your heart, set your soul free 
You will be able to reach your humanity 
Plant a tree which fruit you won't see 
Preach peace and love in a world suffering from scarcity
 In human rights and appreciation of diversity
 Spread your wings in magnanimity 
You will change a selfish mentality 
Be as magnanimous as a knight in a fairy-tale
 Add more colours to a world that looks pal

e A peacock is much nicer when it spreads its tail. 
Houda Boukassoula 
28 / 11 / 2017