Poems
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The Silent Procession
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Fadhil Al Azzawi
Translated by Zeina Issa
Walking the streets
hands in my torn pockets -
The somnambulant Ear
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Translated by Peter Lach-Newinsky
How to ever get back to sleep
when in the deserted hour -
It was your mouth
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Gonca Ozmen
Translated by Alice Melike Ülgezer and Özlem Özmetin
It was your mouth -
A Clown
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Jacques Roubaud
Translated by Claire Nashar.
I knew him, you see, infinite jester, -
Your Terrorist
By Ali AlizadehYou call me a barbarian.
I call you master.
You don’t speak my language.
My words -
evening news
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Translated by Peter Lach-Newinsky
massacres for a handful of rice,
I hear, for everyone every day -
The Satisfaction of Speech
By Fiona HileStretched out across the selfish wool table,
I fix on a mood in the high key of you,
twiddle my hi-viz wedding ring
and laugh at the way rhyme and metre -
Baroque
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Gülten Akin
Translated by Alice Melike Ülgezer and Özlem Özmetin
Within every refugee there grows a rose tree – -
A CRYSTAL PALACE GUIDE
By Lisa Gortonfor Lisa Harms
This is the main gate. Now
like something imagined the Palace lies before you, -
The Slide
By Jill JonesSometimes they put you in seas
or rivers without telling you.
The river is dark, let’s say
and trees are low over you. -
Horror Tuesday
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Marty Hiatt.
The dormant -
Vote No - Ho?
By Lionel FogartyRemember 200 thousand dreams and the minds balance houses.
Earth in focus world words around.
Remember to tree in year 3 thousand dreams,
Member those light in side cells life’s death -
Freedom a la Chinoise
By Ouyang YuNowhere is one so free in a country like this
When you open a toilet door, as I did this noon, next to the staff
Canteen, you see a pile of shit, reaching the top of the seat
The one who shat could blame the mechanism for not flushing -
The New Ten Commandments
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Fadhil Al Azzawi
Translated by Zeina Issa
Do not light up a match in a forest
A bird is afraid of fire! -
The towers of Notre-Dame
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Jacques Roubaud
Translated by Claire Nashar.
when by chance I come upon
the towers of Notre-Dame -
Midnight
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Fadhil Al Azzawi
Translated by Zeina Issa
Obscure screams passed through the door’s key hole. Shadows of soldiers with rifles on an olive coloured
wall. At midnight the guard came, he called out a few names. They shivered with fear. He said “Come”. -
Losing battle
By Ouyang YuEnglish is not fighting a losing battle
I am
You’ll have to hear this to know
What it is like to live and teach -
Two Poems by Irene Philologos
By Peter BoyleWhen all that dreadful predictability
comes trudging up from the depths of the universe,
pleading “Say me. . . give voice to my long life”,
how beautiful to hear the waterdrop -
From March –79
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Tua Forsström
Translated by Maria Freij
Tired of all those who come with words, words but no language
I went to the snow-covered island -
A Wish
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Hanane Aad
Translated by Tim Heffernan & Haider Catan
Dust is death’s perfume.