Alaa Elgadi Poems
|1.||Love In London Eye||4/25/2015|
|2.||A Tale Of A Snail||4/25/2015|
|3.||To A Turkish Teacher||4/25/2015|
|4.||Portrait Of Kyrenia||4/25/2015|
|9.||The Autumn's Mirror||4/27/2015|
|10.||Long Live Libya||4/27/2015|
|11.||Big Ben & Statue Of Liberty||5/1/2015|
|14.||Beauty Of Misurata||5/8/2015|
|15.||French Women In Nicosia||6/3/2015|
|16.||To A Cypriot Teacher||10/3/2015|
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A Tale Of A Snail
A TALE OF A SNAIL
When I always glimpse the first rain drop,
I think of creeping not standing in the bus stop.
I pack all my house and go out,
It is the winter with no doubt.
I have taken a fresh shower,
And I sense my metaphysical power.
I have not carried an umbrella before,
I just wear my heavy shell and begin my tour.
Now I am passing by a glittering green wood,
And theory of relativity accommodates my mood.
Here I am crossing one of this university’s small avenues,
And my antennae have noticed the bus arrival with the hasty queues.
Now my last ...
Love In London Eye
Turkish beauty! Let us try to abandon,
Everything and immigrate to London.
I am a Libyan poet and this is my visa,
And you smile prettier than Mona Liza.
Let us locate our date beneath the Big Ben,
You will not get lost in the thick fog, then.
Shall we hail a vintage taxi in 10 Downing Street? ,
Or we just obey the enthusiasm of our passionate feet? .
Let me hold your aesthetic waist and walk,