PEACE, WHEN, WHERE I FIND YOU I. If you don’t find me in your heart, search for me, invent me, sense me, touch me. You find me in the sensitive heart of all ancient stories. You find me in Earth’s birth on
MOURNING I am not at the front Safe is my daughter and son But I mourn for you, Palestine, my daughter Syria my old mum I mourn for grandmother Europe, For my cousin USA, godmother Turkey, I mourn for this and
THE VOICE OF PEACE On the mountaintops of hope, In the vastness, in the reality of action and vision, On the patterned surface of mature eucalyptus trees, On all tree trunks alive, on the branches of the future, On ethereal olive trees of wisdom, of the
LETTER FROM THE FRONT Mother, this war has changed my feelings my mind and lips find no answer two hundred days fighting in foreign lands… how many streets and cities will swim in blood? Who knows, how many more corpses
A mountain of thoughts… The time has eluded us so soon, Behind the hills and above the moon, Beads of sweat roll down the cheeks. Reminiscing those hills and steeps Life used to be a carefree game, With the added
LOVE ADVENTURE If Love is lost Inside the walls of words Outside deserted words Between cold words Under hidden words Besides the blindness Of the blackness of words Love is found Between touch and silence Inside the nudity of eyesight In
IN MEMORY OF MY FATHER When were you born? As time began, In a blazing light, or at the crack of dawn When the gentle earth plays sweetly with the air. Your eyes colored with the blue of the sea reflecting
IN SEARCH OF YOU The scent of the sea travels with me from birth countless places I’ve discovered, people I yearned to meet in time, I did meet but when I touch you, a voice like the creation of all beings
FIND ME IN THIS LOVE POEM When did we meet you and I? Was it when the full moon, earth’s blessings, the sun’s intimacy, the scented ocean breeze and the breath of light opened their hearts? It was when, everywhere in
A SOLDIER’S VOICE NOBODY HEARS Three sides, many sides, define a war, Knife blades, automated greed and hate, You-enemy, me-liberator, money-greed disposable corpses hidden outside cemeteries, hearts of invisible iron, evil wills. Masked sides, words stitched with poison territories without borders
JESUS AND THE STREET PEOPLE About twenty days ago I met an angel in the park, holding a basket full of love. Love spilling over the streets love lighting the park, the benches, the trees the paving stones exhausted by pain people’s
A WAR REFUGEE MOTHER HOW MUCH SHOULD MY CHILDREN REMEMBER? Memory has its own home, do I live in an uninhabitable memory land? I did have a land of memory, memory of me, my childhood my parents, the lakes and rivers
TO AYLAN, A TWO YEAR OLD REFUGEE BOY How much pain a name contains Aylan Curdi isolated island, isolated continent by our indifference. You are the infinite like an angel in eternity. You, a symbol when a child drowns the whole
MY POEM, A KISS ON THE HORIZON A poem, my poem, is a poem kiss on the horizon a voice from red lips in love, expectancy as time energy the sea creates energy, as in lovers’ dreams. A time comes, blessed
MOTHER MIRACLE Mother, I never asked you vital questions my roots to find ancient and new. What was it like to give birth to four children to bring up generations in poverty and wealth to maintain high spirits in darkness to
HAS WAR A NAME? We should have been asked “do we identify with war?” Do we? We do not. We never did. We should have been asked if we permit you, war lords, to kill people, destroy their land and the
A TREE, IS ALWAYS IN MY MEMORY I am in our memory, like the rings of a tree, as you are in my memory. I am not yours, you are not mine we are a oneness in love. I have no
PILGRIMAGE FOR PEACE Along oceans I sail, along continents for centuries I walk In search of a voice, in discovery of a soul. Till our voices, our vision, our routes unite. To fight against the darkness of time To dilute hate
CONTINENTS OF LOVE Migratory birds carry on your wings vastness. Ancient ballads narrate the winds arriving at the shore love’s story. Ask the sea’s hidden currents her caves, her stories the sea’s enormity her light, her blueness the waves’ echo to
LET NOT THE DEMON RETURN ! Her divine power from r the past ten days Warded off every evil Men our majestic in their attire and behaviour May be a fear of punishment in the heaven May be the armaments She