AbdelAziz Alhaider Poems
|8.||Two Steps Prior To Departure||8/6/2010|
|10.||There Is No Time||11/5/2010|
|18.||The Game.. And Beautiful Creatures||2/18/2012|
|19.||The Last Journey||2/7/2012|
|20.||The Far Time…..The Long Time...||2/10/2012|
|26.||I Do Not Know||5/3/2014|
|36.||Hijazi Stethoscopic Tone||7/10/2010|
|37.||Braids Are Playing In The Wind||4/2/2012|
|38.||Images Of The City||4/14/2012|
|39.||Drop From The Café||2/28/2012|
the Coming Back To Zero Point
The coming back to zero point
Abdul Aziz Haider
He was creeping with the time
Extending with the time
In the depth of shaggy
Dealing with a dinner of algae dusty wet with dew
All the time in the picture of flower and cup
Two fingers in one hand
one hot wind
from suns of the truth was in their faces
together….they became single word in a poem, jumping between the lines
Or a flying feather in clear skies
the growth was rattling between the ribs of the trees
The ribs of the traveler
In the growth of the Wave
In the ...
Hijazi Stethoscopic Tone
Are all nights those surprised us are the strange?
Are all ways those we digging are no things more than illusions and worms nestle in the wound?
Are all treasures of-pearl and ruby of heart... of the brazier's essence of the spirit?
Not more than the stones lying on the path of from falling? ?
Our lost are those steps watchful us and the passion, as they said from the oldest of the old burns lovers
And we burned... but still not be irrigated from the wound of the nights... and not be