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

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/translation-by-the-poetess-houda-boukassoula-of-i-am-your-baby-mum-2/

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