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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
'We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.'
I ask, 'But how am I to get up to you? '
Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.
I take my wine jug out among the flowers
to drink alone, without friends.
I raise my cup to entice the moon.
I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops
down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
I speak not
As I feel
Speaking is not essential
Silence speaks for itself
When love flows between two yearning hearts,
Even Gods and angels listen,
As softly silence speaks,
And softly silence speaks.....
i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
as if i sculpted it
with my own hands. i did not.
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
A PROMISE to California,
Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon:
Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain,
'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man,
I looked into the air too long.
The ball fell in my hand, it sang
In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriage
With cushions of blue.
We’ll be fine. A nest of mad kisses waits
In each corner too.
If we were a rock 'n' roll band,
We'd travel all over the land.
We'd play and we'd sing and wear spangly things.
In sealed box cars travel
names across the land,
and how far they will travel so,
and will they ever get out,
Today, I have the pleasure to interview Peshawa Kakayi پێشەوا کاکەیی, , a Kurdish poet from Iraq. I am happy to showcase international writers for ILA Magazine and Peshawa is extremely accomplished. Before we begin, I will share with you, his biography, and some publishing credits:
Peshawa Abdalla Abdalrahman, also known as (Peshawa Kakayi پێشەوا کاکەیی,) , is a Kurdish poet and writer. He was born on April 19,1984 in Qaladze, Kurdistan Region of Iraq. He completed his primary, secondary and high school education in the same city. In 2008-2009, he obtained a bachelor's degree in political sciences from Sulaimaniyah University. He has published articles in many newspapers and publications. He has published 21 collections of poems, written and published a research book, and a book on poetry based on four in-depth interviews. He also wrote a literary diary. That's an average of 24 books so far. He also has four books ready for publication, two of which are research and two of which are poetry.
I walked many steps as a child
I read many books while at school
but travel was what fascinated me more than money;
so I traveled the whole wide world many times,
An unknown holy force guides me
Unattainable money waits for me
But not blood money:
Money that is instead made from wisdom
I drive the road you travel on.
Some times, it is broad and cosy;
Other times, it is narrow and lonely.
If when i left I did not say goodbye, It was because i kept you at my side. when at night I dream the dreams are with you.
When in my dreams and thoughts I travel in my life with families and friends that I praise.
To some travelling is a part of education,
to some travelling is mind and health uplifting,
to some travelling is money wastage...
To me it's life-
aeroplanes are invented for travel
travel to see the world
I travel with my thoughts
As I do live, as I have life
I travel with my thoughts
This Earth has witnessed so many wonders in the past;
Also, relics of the past say so many incredible stories;
Instant travel to anywhere in the Universe and time travel
Though impossible human endeavours, had happened in the past!
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