HippoCritics: Humanities

 

 

 

 

Life is a mystery;

Death is its discontinuity!

I was born to hold wounds!

The wounds of the burden of time;

And times!

We pain to keep alive;

We never deject.

We never defect.

But we forgo…

And go.

We heave and leave!

We comply with what time gathers;

We mourn what time bereaves.

Time disperses,

But the mind ever processes

The oblivion of the moments

And volumes of events.

What does eloquence avail,

When your words are frail?!

What does a pen avail

When words repudiate it?!

What do words avail

In the absence of thoughts!

What do thoughts avail

When the mind dislodges them?!

They remain outside me:

Bodiless, shapeless;

Yet, they are still shadows of my being;

My moments;

My existence.

My soul perceives the vibrations of my feelings;

My mind conceives the vibrations of my thoughts.

And so, I feel and I think: I vibrate.

I knit stories and stories with words;

I sew my thoughts with my vibration;

I project waves of ideas;

I extend ideas into thoughts,

I weave thoughts into images,

And images into symbols.

I uphold my mind;

I transcend my thoughts;

I eliminate my body

And illuminate my soul.

I climb the scale of purity

And tear the darkness that encloses me.

I liberate my inward

From the imprisonment of the needs!

I revitalize my self with the luminous Light!

I ascent and fly

Out of the descent of darkness.

Fact has a form,

But reality does not!

I want, thus, to remain formless within my own reality.

Yet, I am a form because of the touches of facts.

The fact is the stand of reality;

And reality is its formlessness.

 

 

                                                                                    Annaba 09/04/2010

                                                                                    salihbourg@yahoo.fr

 

 

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                                       I

 

                   Be sincere of what you say;

                   Lies can never pay;

                   Dusk can never stay,

                   In front of the light of the day.

                   Be serious; Be true;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                      II

 

                   Awake, awake,

                   When the waves break!

                   Don’t risk or stake!

                   Don’t tremble or quake!

                   Everybody must queue;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                     III 

 

                   No I and no Other,

                   When you shackle and tether;

                   When you hate or bother;

                   Love the other as a brother;

                   Love him as you;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                       IV

 

                   When you hear the sparrow,

                   Forget, forget your woe,

                   ‘cause these moments go,

                   And troubles will grow.

                   Give your time a value;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                       V

 

                   Never, never, but ignore;

                   If you ask, you’ll know no more.

                   Life is a mysterious store;

                   Ever dark is its core.

                   What to say? What to do?

                   If only I knew!

 

                                       VI

 

                   Be happy with a start;

                   Be a model; be smart;

                   Don’t throb; don’t dart;

                   Be the master of your heart;

                   Open it to the morning dew;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                       VII

 

                   If dark are your eyes,

                   Devil within will rise

                   And wither your moral ties,

                   And your soul will demise.

                   Don’t submit to its due;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                     VIII

 

                   So you do, and so do I,

                   We depart and die,

                   And time passes by,

                   With joy and sigh.

                   Wise lies can never do;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                      IX

 

                   When time jingles,

                   And your front wrinkles,

                   When your soul jangles,

                   And your hope tangles,

                   Be strong; be true;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                       X

 

                   O friend, listen to my wise verse!

                   Don’t be a slave of your purse!

                   Learn from life and rehearse!

                   Money is only a curse!

                   It can never nurse you

                   If only I knew!

 

 

 

                                      XI

 

                   Adjust your tone and tune,

                   Money is a parched dune,

                   Neither health nor fortune;

                   You lose it later or soon!

                   Don’t be a slave of you;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                     XII

 

                   Money is never the aim;

                   If it gives you a name,

                   It will end your life with shame.

                   Dark and light are never the same!

                   Quell evil within you;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                    XIII

 

                   Morality is your wisdom;

                   Your palmy world; your kingdom;

                   Your safety; your freedom;

                   Your shield against boredom.

                   Keep it within you;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                     XIV

 

                   Morality is your light;

                   Your conduct; your might.

                   It makes you strong and right,

                   And opens more your sight,

                   And get a correct view;

                   If only I Knew!

 

                                     XV

 

                   Be ascetic and endure;

                   Be pious; be pure!

                   You’ll survive; I am sure!

                   Good men are fewer!

                   Be with yourself true;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                      XVI

 

                   Life is a desert sand,

                   Which moves without end.

                   It traps those who pretend.

                   Its joy is a fancy-blend.

                   Be careful! Be true!

                   If only I knew!

 

                                    XVII

 

                   O no! I am ignorant of reality;

                   I see life a fatality,

                   And men without quality!

                   Excuse my vulgarity!

                   I am wrong; you are true!

                   If only I knew!

 

                                    XVIII

 

                   Don’t be a stoat or a rat

                   Or a fox or a bat!

                   Hail the other and pat;

                   He is in need of that!

                   Tricks can never do;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                     XIX

 

                   Be nice and adore;

                   Don’t hate or abhor;

                   Don’t plot anymore!

                   Regret, regret and deplore!

                   Piety is in you;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                      XX

 

                   He who loves should never hate

                   Nor should he scheme or rate!

                   Don’t comment or state!

                   Love is the only fate!

                   Keep closer to this view;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                      XXI

 

                   Love is a cue,

                   Ever strong; ever true;

                   Ever safe; ever new;

                   Ever fresh as a dew!

                   Ever open to you;

                   If only I knew!

 

 

                                     XXII

 

                   O lover of ornament!

                   Beware of the moment!

                   Your wishes and intent!

                   Parties are only instant;

                   Don’t claim them true;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                      XXIII

 

                   Listen to me O dear!

                   Don’t tear!

                   Love is neither queasy nor queer!

                   It is your panacea!

                   Hold it within you!

                   If only I knew!

 

                                     XXIV

 

                   Love is an everlasting quest;

                   A blow in the chest.

                   Suffering is its flavour and zest;

                   It is the hold the crest!

                   Close your eyes and dream of you;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                      XXV

 

                   Don’t swindle or swerve or sway,

                   God knows anyway,

                   What you hide and what you say!

                   Hail! Hail and pray;

                   Safety is with you;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                      XXVI

 

                   Give your life a sense,

                   Beyond the corrupt circumstance!

                   Cradle it, lull it, hence;

                   For we live only once!

                   So we are, and so we do;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                      XXVII

 

                   Listen to the light sound of trees;

                   Open your heart to the evening breeze;

                   Let it go! Don’t squeeze!

                   And spend a life of ease!

                   It comforts you;

                   If only I knew!

 

                                      XXVIII

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I fear to write !

I fear to dry out!

Sterility is the enemy of inventiveness.

Mobility is the twin of creativity.

Words are the wings of the will.

 

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I roam beyond the rout of fact!

I shriek from the darkness of ruins!

I rove with my verb

And escape the weedy facts

That drowse me.

 

          *     *     *

But

When my words lose me,

And

My thoughts leave me,

I’ll remain in a vacuum,

Listening to the ghostly echoes of nothingness.

 

          *     *     *

 

I rehearse from life that I’m only a child:

Innocent and wild.

I learn that I have to roam

Out of my body-home!

 

          *     *     *

 

Wisdom enhances me to look

Beyond the dreariness of life.

Life—I learn—is only a loaf of misery

And strife:

A rug is only a rag;

An ideal is no more than an idle;

Your ideology is only the logos

Of your idiocy.

It staggers your saga…

Your bed is sagged with sins

Of the messiness of life.

 

          *     *     *

 

Only art can sustain!

And so I darn my fact with my art!

I drub my word

With the blow of art

And venture to get its sustainability.

 

          *     *     *

 

My verb is not a word of howl,

But words of wonder!     

I am the warder of my tongue.

I wed my verb with my subject!

I subject my being to my object;

And I get a unity:

A numinous oneness.

 

                                                                               Bouregbi Salah

                                                                                   29/06/2010

                                                                                  Annaba

                                                                               salihbourg@yahoo.fr

 

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I make my word

The niche for my world.

Let me not miss my log!

My homeland is logged-up;

My exile is logged-out.

The soil is the soul of my whole.

My whole is but an entirety

Of my land,

And my hand!

Of my home

And my dome!

The desert pains me!

My language fails me;

The drought kills the world,

But never my word!

My word comes from my land

Acted with my hand.

It holds my home and dome.

My word is not a weird,

It is the sword of my identity:

My entirety.

Entirety is my home and dome

The dome of my land,

The deeds of my hand!

A word without home and dome is only

A flake turning fake.

A word without hand and land is only

A lost lark in the dark.

A word is but a hand and a land,

A home and a dome;

The niche for my world!

I draw the world,

I spell and spoil;

I letter and litter;

I dream and scream,

I see and sigh!

But I coin and join:

I Join letters and letters!

I chant and enchant,

And I get my word.

My palmy world.

I dream of my world with my word;

The word of my hand and land

The word of my home and dome.

My word is the juicy jig of joy;

The tiny tune of my tone:

My identity.

 

                                                                                                    Annaba 02/02/2010

                                                                                                         Salah  Bouregbi

                                                                                                     salihbourg@yahoo.fr

 

                                             

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I cringe ;

I tremble ;

My scatty thoughts

Scatter my words;

My words fall into splinters;

They splay my voice

Into slants and slots!

I speak with my own voice;

‘cause no one speaks to me!

I listen to the murmur of my echoes,

‘cause no one listens to me!

I speak, and I listen!

I listen to my words;

Words of my thoughts;

Thoughts of my soul;

The soul of my whole.

I want to be all strong and young:

Strong with my thoughts,

Young with my words!

I swim against the drives of time!

I dive under its waves!

I fear to be waved out;

I rhyme;

I quake at any chime!

I harmonize my nature with my nurture!

I resist, with my soul and whole,

The wise lies

And their gracious disguise.

My thoughts are wary and sterile;

My words fall apart…

I fear the rambling sound of the sea;

But I love it, when it dandles!

I fear the lolloping lavish wave;

But I love it, when it dangles!

I produce the intensity of love;

I reduce the propensity to evil;

I annihilate!

I extirpate the wrong deeds!

And I step forward,

With my words and thoughts.

I pretend to have a choice!

I intend to have a voice!

But I only pretend and intend!

I resist the choice;

Yet, I have a voice.

 

                                                                                Annaba 22/03/2010

                                                                                   Salah  Bouregbi

                                                                               salihbourg@yahoo.fr

 

 

                                                                

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من قال الحياة اكتئابا

وانساب في غموضه ضبابا؟

خذ نغم دنياك وأنشد؛

ما أعذب اللحن ربابا.

 

*   *   *

 

كن كالطير في العلياء سرابا؛

يسبح في الفضاء انسيابا؛

لا يأبه بموج الريح و زجرها

بل راح يطفو بجناحيه عجابا.

       

*   *   *                                          

 

لك بيتا و للطيور أوكارا؛

فالطير لغزا فحكمة فأسرارا؛

فأنجو ببيتك و شد دعائمها؛

فنعم البيت إذ استقامت قرارا.

 

*   *   *

 

قد جاء النور والظلم توارى؛

آب الزور فولى أدبارا.

عش دنياك بالله و احتسب؛

طوبى لعبد أزان قلبه أنوارا.

 

*    *   *

 

فالفقر فقر النفوس لا الأجساد؛

و الغنى غنى العقل رشادا.

لا تأبه بغر الدنيا واستقم؛

وانشد بلحن قلبك إنشادا.

 

*   *   *

 

قنوط في الدنيا لا يكفي اجتهادا؛

شرود النفس يزيد ابتعادا؛

خذ بقلبك وامضي مسالما؛

فنعم القلب والعقل إرشادا.

 

*   *   *

 

كن مع ذي الخير رفاقا

و أعكف لحب الله اشتياقا؛

فلا الدنيا دامت مآربها

وخاب العبد في ضنه إخفاقا.

 

*   *   *

 

العلم نور و المرء أخلاقا؛

و الزيغ زور و الحق إحقاقا.

كن غني بذي النور و الخلق

وابسط شعاعك كالشمس إشراقا.

 

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I am an arcane tree,

Extending its scent to the greenery.

I belong to the forest,

And the forest belongs to me.

 

                                            by Bouregbi Salah  Annaba August 2010

                                            salihbourg@yahoo.fr

  

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