Haikustan
[a raw draft]
By Turki Amer
when the sun
wakes up
from the heart of bitter dark,
what does it drink first?
*
i saw her writing.
her blood's conquering the page.
she can't be lying.
*
if ink is frightened
and hides himself in a loaf,
how could it be seen?
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i can read nothing.
the beard of darkness is long.
the razor is lost.
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go out on a trip!
winter is about to come.
mud will make you blind.
*
there’s behind the door,
a new sun will be coming
to wash the seashore.
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coated with sunrise,
it will be sweetly sighing
when hearing my eyes.
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it's coming closer.
the heart is madly throbbing
to see the sunrise.
*
they are dipped in wine.
lips need to treat them well
to take off the mine.
*
your distant coffee
thrills the heart and refreshes
the soul furniture.
*
they are still waiting
to hear the green bird singing
in a new morning.
*
that bright bud on screen,
thrilled to the toes of the soul,
turns the heart disk green.
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illiterate pen.
teach him to utter your name
and sketch your body.
*
without your colors,
my rainbow were not to grow
and learn how to draw.
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right click on the heart!
save to hard disk of the soul!
light will wash the night.
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i wish i were there.
two rivers of wine would quench
the thirsty soul mare.
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this morning she said,
in my voice she'll be bathing.
the waves will be warm.
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my poem's growing
on the white leaves of your soul
with but my heart's blood.
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a cold crystal cage
has been looking for a bird
yo rewrite the page.
*
a haiku you write,
in three lines of love and light,
would erase the night.
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we are falling leaves -
falling in love with but earth,
but nobody leaves.
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i see god crying.
tears are washing the veiled sun,
and earth is drying.
*
god is seen yawning
on the back of a tortoise.
the road is groaning.
*
war is still shading.
guns are singing on prime time.
roses are fading.
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a rooster's crying.
a new pregnant cloud of ink.
the wind is blowing.
*
a green leaf of figs
is coming into my dream
carrying apples.
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music of raining.
some soul's window is dancing.
the fire's singing.
*
a black horse of ink,
from the end of the desert,
is sadly neighing.
*
a tent is shouting:
our cloud has just become stone.
no need for summit.
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hey you, crazy dawn,
with but threads of musky silk,
my dream is haunted.
*
i see a picture:
the dawn of serenity
calls out for rebel.
*
a very fresh dawn
is about to come over.
have you got prepared?
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sweeter than honey,
dwelling in beehive of dream,
gets the soul sunny.
*
rooster cries of thirst.
a pregnant cloud is coming.
wind's about to burst.
*
guilty apple tree.
innocent snake is hissing:
where's the referee?
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wide open windows,
but no wind is coming through.
aren't they widows?
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not a mild makeup -
soul skin needs in the morning,
but a wild wakeup .
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when i see you, sun,
it'll be quite enough for me
to smell your soul skin
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i have never tried
to be stranger anywhere.
has the haiku died?
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you've become my light.
those breaks are blinding the soul
and breaking the heart.
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a thirsty pink rose
waiting for a drop of dew
to wash the morning.
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i have been walking
towards the wellspring of morning.
coffin's following
*
what is a haiku?
two colors become but one.
doves can freely coo
*
why are you waiting?
the wind would never calm down.
do not stop singing.
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send a hand southward!
is the light already wet?
the horse is thirsty
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i'm coming, Goddess,
between your sunburnt rivers,
to convert my faith.
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too far in the north.
the dream is about to wake.
too far the south.
*
you are but a light,
a beautiful accident,
to delete my night.
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i have never loved
a dream made of rib and mud
as you made me do.
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"my son, love to love!",
he said. i was but a child.
since, i hate to hate.
*
i will love you till
an alert from doomsday.com
pops up on my screen.
*
i have just showed you
how to weave such. your dreams are
sweeter than honey.
*
i'm coming to you
with but a basket of fruit
picked from the old tree.
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you are my virus.
it will never be removed
from my soul system.
*
portrait you did bake,
of adam in love with eve,
would awake the snake.
*
i'm no more on earth.
seems like a five-stars heaven
with but only you.
*
do not break my dream!
my heart is beating here now.
i hardly can breathe.
*
night's about to die.
HER morning will be coming
to wake HIM alive.
Turki
amer
1996 - 2005
haikustan = haiku
+ stan
haiku: a 17 syllables japanese poem
Composed of 3 lines 95,7,5.
Some of my haiku were written originally in English.
Some were translated from Arabic.