Cup your hands

Carefully catch my tears

Don’t allow them to land

Among hidden, unknown fears

Reach out to hold

My body trembles

Break words through folds

Mind wrestles and crumbles

Time steers in slow motion

The future peddles uncertainty

Fears cover hearts lotion

Loneliness closes nights curtain

Misunderstood in a world disconnected

Defiant to comply at societies knees

No individual is welcomed, nor connected

Refusing to rely on opinions decrees

Empty of self, rejected and shamed

Accusations wings fly high

Fierce to withstand wrongful claims

Courage determination is dangers cry

In a world shouting wrongfully

Designating bad to appear good

Cries of justice hated, shaped rightfully

Sorrow stands tall though division stood

The multitudes anger at righteousness

The righteous stripped naked at defence

Confusion attempts to malign goodness

In a world downside up, will justice commence?

Afar off I hear….Above, above, above….

Above all, One understood harrowing’s state

Above all, One lived through the mire of humanities traits

Above all, One came to die for humanities sake

Above all, One felt all, willingly, taking humanities bait

Hair unfolds to reach her backline

skin quite fair, time only defines

Lashes flutter the unspoken feelings

Lips, red as wine, kisses in healing

Hips embrace many chronicled crosses

legs strode with foretelling losses

Shoulders housed many a tears

feminine echoes calming hidden fears

Nails delicately painted on fingers that mend

perfume softly sprayed while children to attend

Toes to match in colour on feet that dance

swaying to jazzy music, decisions at chance

Touch her heart, she will feed your soul

Entrust her with life, she will embrace it whole

Speak to her in words of whispered heights

she will respond with unguarded, warm delights

Lead her by the hand to capture her dreams

hold her in your arms through ruptured screams

Seat her to sit upon your dearest plans

free her to fly, assuring you are her man

Breathe in her scent, its womanly fragrance

enjoy her moves, her ladylike trance

Allow her touch to taste your flavour

knowing her loyalty is in your favour

Love her perfectly, she will share her uniqueness

honour entirely without a moment to miss

Nevet losing each others individual existence

trust yourself in her womanly persistence.

Salwa Samra © 2012

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Waves fold bowing before You

Trees arms sway in salutations truth

Colours of flowers perfume their fragrance upward

Greenery foliage your creation in perfections good

Birds sing in orchestrated song single praise

Sunshine warms to worship in the exaltations gaze

Evening adorns for You the moons entrance

Stars sparkle from Your cosmos at adorations ambiance

Skies of blue resound Your announcements

Waterfalls roaring at Your Holy presence

Mankind are stilled in prayer’s reverence

Creations choir cheer at Your artistic preference

Earth was birthed from Your words of pleasure

Seas aloud greet Your majestic measure

Sands of the shore too numerous to count

You clothed them with a boundary from whence they amount

Love is your ultimate designed destination

For loss you gained multitudes of generations

You hold the universe in your compassionate hands

For Your holiness and beauty none can withstand

Salwa Samra © 2024

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Who will hear the childrens cry

Who will care for their hearts sigh

Who feels the pain of bombs destroying their play

Who looks upon the theft of their childhood display

Who will hold their hand from the fear of wars sounds

Who will keep them in air screams of missiles profound

Who will wipe the tears off their faces streak

Who will comfort their souls from warring freaks

Who will calm the childrens fear of todays horrors

Who will console them from evil sorrows

Who will bring them back to innocence space

Who will help these little ones future trace

Will you explain the injustice of losing their loved ones

Will you raise a voice for their weeping sons

Will you consider the trauma echoed in their voice

Will you sob at their broken hearts moist

Will you wash their clothes splattered in blood

Will you carry their souls tearing flood

Will you give them hope to pursue life

Will you extend mercy for their strife

Who will shout out for the childrens suffering

Will you, will you stand for their broken mutterings

Terror, horror, sorrow, orphans, warfares torment

At the feet and play of the childrens doorstep.

Salwa Samra © 2023

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There was a little lady

She was a wee bit shady

She liked to spend her penny’s

On unnessary thingy’s

There was this little lady

She may have seemed crazy

Oh how she squandered

Used people who wondered

There was this little lady

Don’t mistake her for hazy

She knew her game well

To prey on people and tell

There was this little lady

Age mattered not to her lazy

Lazy to make of her own

Rather she’d steal, seek sympathy and moan

There was this little lady

Be careful, watch out for her, daily

She is master at manipulation

She is queen of masquerading

Salwa Samra © 2021

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In my youth I rested under the arms of your branches

Beneath the scent of your perfume none matches

Your aromatic bouquet comforted me from ashes

Though I heard the sounds of wailing unanswered

The echoes of bombs firing furiously

The children gathered in silence, inferiorly

You stood in stature, covering me mysteriously

Ancient civilizations imported you materially

Carving ships, houses and palaces defined

Circumcision and leprosy applied you enshrined

Foreign leaders tendered you in gesture consigned

Centered of our, honoured proudly assigned

Revered on our Coat of Arms gleaming

Virgins cleave to your forestry dreaming

Accolades in the Bible, paying homage, esteeming

Pleasure you create in hearts expecting

Arz el-Rab you are decreed to be

Shading our country with your topography

Fleets of the sea you accompanied granderously

Splendour of greenery on high grounds jubilee

Finery of branches and forest shadows guaranteed

Skins of timber delicately fashioned agreeably

Green your conifer reaching out favourably

In abundant grandeur there stands the Cedar Tree.

Salwa Samra © 2016

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Author - Poet - Writer

She caught the bus to the train station. She had a desire. The desire she was fighting while on the bus.

Destination: Train station.

Objective: Suicide.

It’s happened before, her friend died only last week. Life support switched off. She hung herself.

She was on the bus. Myself and a lady from England, a precious lady were both talking to her. So concerned. Myself in a different State, this other lady in a different country, both trying to stop death.

She arrived at the train station. She showed evidence of her being there through a photo. This is what many people, families and individuals deal with.

This is what myself and a lady from England dealt with a few nights ago. This is many people’s reality, while many of us snuggle up in our comfortable homes.

Torment. Fighting the urge to die. Fighting the will to live. Dealing with an illness that robs her from living.

This time our encouragement, listening ears, pleading and highlighting how precious and valuable she is caused her to catch another bus. A bus back home.

This time.

I could rest. I could sleep.

This time.

Please take a good look and listen to people. You just don’t know until you know.

When water cascades atop the waterfall

When daylight folds its sky to night

When waves of the ocean raise the seas

Will you remember to remember me?

When night's curtains are pulled to daylight

When birds orchestrate their songs to dawn

When mountain reach their final peak

Will you remember to remember me?

When the stars canvas shines its blush

When deceit impersonates truth

When tears scorn the lashes sorrowfully

Will you remember to remember me?

When my hand is cold at your touch

When my heart guards itself from you

When my body settles to reject your decree

Will you remain in remembering me?

Salwa Samra © 2017

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Have you met the man in the middle?

He's a very upstanding sitting man.

He'll play the flute from drum tunes.

He'll run in walking over lofty dunes.

Have you met the man in the middle?

He triumphs over failing faults.

He dances, still, out of tune.

He frees freedom to doom.

Have you met the man in the middle?

He's lukewarm in his hot temper.

He's dazzling in his frightful state.

He's crazy at ease with hysteria.

Have you met this man?

This man in the middle?