: Repercussions Of a Revenging Woman



24/06/2008, 09:45 PM
The stops of the hasbala.taught me
the game of revenge in silence
A slap from my bitter tongue
Will taste you the bitterness
of my sorrow

here and there
Those mute discourses are deceptive
In the city of daffodills and lilies
The heart of my wrath quivers
And wakes up from
the embezzlement of
the question and the probability
Oh
If you follow that street of skills
The death is simpler than
a slow vision
And if you yield to lowness
Thats the message of death

Tush tush
You the world overwhelmed with betrayal
and hypocrisy
You the doubled masterpiece
You the fellow of the high citadels
From a mans heart
to a lady
My mother taught me that woes are destined
But
Pounds poetry taught me
behind every disaster theres a woman
Am I a disaster mum

Youre a violet
a broken mirror
a wandering boat seeking
a harbour for restMy little daughter

How can I be the source of plague
as far Im a woman ; mum
And behind me theres a baby of love
Still sharpens a knife
A woman tears
the core of my papers
and my faith

A child travels in the narrow pupil
Of the straw of my closest love
Tears the fire of my bowels
that quivers on the name
of his eternity or extinction
Hangs the document of my defeat
on my hearts inaugurating
Burns a piece of my cerebellum
Excessive in amazement

How come
And I am a woman
Destroyed by the highness
of a shadow not a woman
Of a white idea damped with rose
Chosen for a woman

Tush tush
Your face is no more smiling
From thinking
Your neck curvedMy little daughter

Destiny
That you take refuge to
a mans spectrum
for a woman

Destiny
That far glow of a woman
No shadow
No ray from a woman

I smell the odour of eternal death ;mummy
The female of my destiny
conquers me on the chest
of my hatred

The curve of her eyebrow
frowns my scared face
Her perfumes fragrance
Her monotonous footsteps on the floor
Her eyes brilliance
Her dreams
tear my mistaken age
that stumbled

I see her
A smile wins from nothingness
Tolls the bell of the end
And scares my haressed grail

Now I perceive that
Love is a fire whose blazing
is a woman
Betrayal
revenge to death
are notions of a woman
And the blind hatred is a woman

Ashes is my heart , mum
My snow mum has become mud
The song of the spring
stummered the sonnet
of funeral and apocalypse

The stream fell the flower of my age
I doubt there is a hand that* assassinated the seeds of my happiness
When my heart blossomed green

In may or June
The spring clothed my heart
Poetry and dancing on natures melodies
My wedding came virgin
Equals the appointments
Of my destiny

Has it come
I think it so
A woman comes
Steals my joy from
the pocket of my secrets
Steals my truths innocence
Of my eyesight
in the room of my tears
the secret
Shes a woman
why do you spell death a lot
my little daughter
I miss mummy a soil
to embrace me
I wish to take refuge of Allahs shadow
Eloping From a woman
I vanish from suns rays
inside my bier
Escaping from a womans shadow
From the pierceful eyesights
thrown by a woman
Death is more simple mummy
Than I feel the defeat of a woman
That Wilts my rose
and my reason is a woman

And me
Why am I a woman
who abhors a woman
Am I not a woman

25/06/2008, 10:36 AM
Depleted by the war that we have delivered,
Tired by the acts that we are crossed,
we chose to Renounced our weapons and Surrendered,
to believe.
Nothing cant to defend when the end is write.

No
Let us fly
As a birds fly
Let us fly
to throw in the sky
we know they are wrong
Fear that. what can we do.
I too
I dream to be a bird
And to fly too .
and because you
its My first flight

Again thank you
For this flight.
and this graet philosophy.
i feel BAUDLAIRE here.

25/06/2008, 06:46 PM
Depleted by the war that we have delivered,
Tired by the acts that we are crossed,
we chose to Renounced our weapons and Surrendered,
to believe.
Nothing cant to defend when the end is write.

No
Let us fly
As a birds fly
Let us fly
to throw in the sky
we know they are wrong
Fear that. what can we do.
I too
I dream to be a bird
And to fly too .
and because you
its My first flight

Again thank you
For this flight.
and this graet philosophy.
i feel BAUDLAIRE here.




Mr Razzak
Honestly , i blush of shyness before to reply

what you you wrote above is full of mistakes ....i wrote them big and i underlinded them
please spot the mistakes then correct them

28/06/2008, 09:34 AM
i am glad teacher.
i try to correct the mistakes.
Depleted by the war that we have delivered,
Tired by the acts that we crossed,
we chose to Renounce our weapons and Surrender,
to believe.there is Nothing we can defend when the end is written

and i feel shy here
.As a birds fly
as a bird fly or as birds fly. if i want.

the original poem is in frensh.in the first am a francophone.

28/06/2008, 09:57 AM
The origina poem gift for u.

Epuiss par la guerre que nous nous sommes livrs,
Fatigus par les faits que nous avons croiss,
J'ai choisi de me rendre les armes la main,
Y'a plus rien dfendre quand s'inscrit le mot fin
non
Laissez-nous voler
Comme les oiseaux voler
Laisse nous voler
Se jeter dans le vent.
Je sais bien qu'ils se trompent
Peur qu'en volant
Mais je voudrais tant
Aller voguer
Sur l'ocan
Et puis voler.
J'ai moi aussi
Rv d'tre un oiseau
Et de voler
C'est grce vous
Mon premier vol
Encore merci
Pour cet envol.

You have all my respect
welcome

28/06/2008, 08:21 PM
The origina poem gift for u.

Epuiss par la guerre que nous nous sommes livrs,
Fatigus par les faits que nous avons croiss,
J'ai choisi de me rendre les armes la main,
Y'a plus rien dfendre quand s'inscrit le mot fin
non
Laissez-nous voler
Comme les oiseaux voler
Laisse nous voler
Se jeter dans le vent.
Je sais bien qu'ils se trompent
Peur qu'en volant
Mais je voudrais tant
Aller voguer
Sur l'ocan
Et puis voler.
J'ai moi aussi
Rv d'tre un oiseau
Et de voler
C'est grce vous
Mon premier vol
Encore merci
Pour cet envol.

You have all my respect
welcome




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22/06/2009, 04:55 PM
I WONDER IF I CAN WRITE IN FRENCH IN THIS SPACE WOULD YOU PLEASE HELP ME? THAK YOU