Moez Ben Meftah Poems

A Good Friend on the Net

A good friend on the net …why not?
A new face that you trace,
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'Et tu brute'
I wanted say
I could sway
What a grab what a stab!
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Fate is fate

No cloud in the sky
My flower
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It is not a wonder It is not strange
It is not an orange it is a small sponge
That absorbs the high blue sea
Do you know what is it Mr. Arrange
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Away she went..

Twenty six a fearful mix
A stream of years with no suffix
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Down to Earth


By chance we met in the morn about nine
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I am...

I am the subdued latent dream of Jallalabad
I am the inforfeited rebellious splashing blood
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How much is left for morrow?
That day never comes, you know,
you look ahead it looks narrow,
We're but plethora of tales, much ado,
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Go boothward young doves then fly
And ram that polling slot with a nay
A no for any veto no for any delay
And fie for that Novemberous dismay
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Back to Bathos

Oh...'tis hard
to quit thine cosmos
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