Poems
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Chinese Journey 18
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Olga Sedakova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
Let us praise our earth,
let us praise the moon on the water, -
A Dish
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Zakaria Mohammed
Translated by Tim Heffernan & Haider Catan
In the morning -
Knives
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Amal Al-Jubouri
Translated by Tim Heffernan & Haider Catan
Each river bank
is a knife. -
Withdraw your sky and your wall
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Abdouldalm Ukwas
Translated by Tim Heffernan & Haider Catan
Mention your death in the faces of silent people, -
1967 Encouraged The Right Vote Now?
By Lionel FogartyReferendum who will vote for see –
Citizen to who will write the truth.
Refer what census over prohibition of us,
Who custom attitudes still stands by the old -
Nature Poem
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Sam Langer.
What pain to flow -
ode ode
By Michael Farrellwithout gods now or light to speak of
eve
breaking hearts on the beach
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For Damascus
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Ghayath Almadhoun
Translated by Zeina Issa
This summer seeping through the fractures
of Damascus is killing me. I creep like rust -
The somnambulant Ear
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Translated by Peter Lach-Newinsky
How to ever get back to sleep
when in the deserted hour -
My Little Chaos
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Mohammad Hossein Abedi
Translated by Laetitia Nanquette and Ali Alizadeh
These dreams test my patience. -
Authentic Nature
By Kate FaganA long shadow passes
over the garden. Yesterday
I buried the bones, feathers and skulls
of two magpies fallen -
Midnight
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Fadhil Al Azzawi
Translated by Zeina Issa
Obscure screams passed through the door’s key hole. Shadows of soldiers with rifles on an olive coloured
wall. At midnight the guard came, he called out a few names. They shivered with fear. He said “Come”. -
Your Terrorist
By Ali AlizadehYou call me a barbarian.
I call you master.
You don’t speak my language.
My words -
The Joys of Mathematics
By Peter BoyleAt fifty I will begin my count towards the infinite numbers.
At negative ninety nine I will start my walk towards the
infinitesimally small. -
Vote No - Ho?
By Lionel FogartyRemember 200 thousand dreams and the minds balance houses.
Earth in focus world words around.
Remember to tree in year 3 thousand dreams,
Member those light in side cells life’s death -
The towers of Notre-Dame
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Jacques Roubaud
Translated by Claire Nashar.
when by chance I come upon
the towers of Notre-Dame -
The Satisfaction of Speech
By Fiona HileStretched out across the selfish wool table,
I fix on a mood in the high key of you,
twiddle my hi-viz wedding ring
and laugh at the way rhyme and metre -
The Past
By Martin HarrisonThe drive back from Melbourne is a patchwork of histories. Back home, after three days on the road, the paddock’s new grasses are wind-free, still. At last green. “It’s as if it’s all making up its mind,” someone said to me day or so ago. Yes, I thought to myself, it’s true there’s a kind of tremor in which this return to green is conducted. … -
burrito weather
By Michael Farrelli had a burrito once
on the sidewalk in echo park
the weather was warm, & the burrito
was as fresh as a strungout mouth. -
Saints Are Homeless
By Lionel FogartyThe poor are not homeless cause they have souls richest.
Fortune are homeless, tunes are homeless,
Homeless be the resistances
Homing babies don’t cry
