| Welcome to my poetry page |
| This is my favorite page, this expresses my thoughts and my life from the past and the present into the futur. I encourage all who have a gift in writing or in any art forms , to use them and tell the world who you are and never give up on your joy of your artist abilites . Please take some time to read and i hope you will enjoy my poems. I would like to thank all who have encourged me in writing and the publications of my poems, you all know who you are. |
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| We have no illusions, the children of the streets will not see Algeria. Laughter is still a luxery they can not afford...Tonight, our cries of joy will become screams of rage that millions of young hearts will die in the gutters of our goodwill...May Algeria become a rallying cry for those of us who have a voice! |
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| Tattered Moon I looked up to see a new hope, old dream of my soul., I looked up to see the rising of a tattered moon... I remembered when you made me cry.... For I was young.....Yes, I was so young. |
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| My arms can not touch you, for they are lifeless stubs, My legs can not run to you, for they are like branches in the wind. Yet I feel, I am next to you, in this dream of a life we live... I dream, wondring when I shall awaken and face the reality of the pain. But still I dream, I dream... |
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| Me serre le coeur... Chant a l'astre du jour Or eblouissant fulgurant, fasinant, tu aveugles les yeux en penetrant illuminer les ames.... Cercle de feu sans limite attirant, ta chaleur traverse mon corps pour rassasier mon coeur. |
| Terra Nostra Planete Terre, Planete Mere, Planete d'Amour Les hommes te transforment Les te faconnent Les vagues de generations qui racontent ton histoire se succedent chacune portant sa magie son avenir, sa pensee, ses secrets..... Planete Terre, Planete Mere, Planete d'Amour, Garde mon secret et murmure silenciesement l'histoire de mes amours. |
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| Passe, present et devenir Irriguent ma nuit de nouvelles lunes Des reves transparents et purs, Un amour eternel et infini, Qui nuamce les tonalites de mon ame et les saisons de ma vie: l'ete du temps, le printemps, l'automne ou l'hiver de l'existence. |
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