Multi Occasions Poem by Kassem Oude

Each time folks flock to the vast hall
And the speaker rides high tribune
Prelude sentences jump as hard ball
As attendees were deaf and loon

Lucky your death fell on holy day
The weather too clear and clement
Angels in heavens for you pray
So cherished you were and content

The sky dim, rains pour in cascades
Shrouded in dark showing sorrows
Thy age cut by fate's a sharp blade
Fatal scissors between jaws it gnaws

Nature clad of white wedding dress
To hold you in her bosom a groom
A handsome moon you she'd assess
You'll lie in her heart in her womb

Reader to rein tune of his sound
Not shout aloud it'd be a threat
We're in funerals grief abounds
Men here might be given respect.

Friday July 10,2015

Kassem Oude