The Quranic School
by Dr. Anissa Sboui
At dawn, the father carries the sacred book
Accompanies his son to the quasi academic institute
Ignoring he’d be caught like a fish hook
What a bluff, the wicked Islamic clerics, constitute
At noon, #humblebrag
diffuses the news
Enlightening the ordinary citizens’ minds
Childhood desecrated: check the host’s interviews
Of most alarming situation, she reminds:
Dogma of dark brews,
Destructive ideas mirror tainted behinds
At night, father ,
unable to sleep
Nightmarish days do creep
His wife begins to weep
A foggy future where shame is deep…
Read to Lead
If I read, I lead
Mediocrity, I supersede
Footprints of bad
faith, I exceed
To drown the past, I need
If I read, I lead
Stretched cells to bleed
Searching for wit, I heed
Like the surgeon in the Operating Room, I proceed
If I read, I lead
Soul is freed
Mind is geed
Useless seed
Pulled like weed
For insight I speed
If I read, I lead
Book nerd, indeed
On pages, I feed
Delivering no screed
If I read, I lead
Learning is the greed
The current creed
Is to succeed
Dancing with the Wall
A woman, alone , in the fall
dances
dances
dances
White wall waits, wanting warm waste
Legs left the ground
Bounces like a magnetic doll
A swift plastic train
Rolling round the room
Children catch not its wagons
Vaporized like fake foam
A woman, alone , in summer keeps
dancing
dancing
dancing
Wrapping ‘bra-burning’ around her breast
Tapping the sick back
To rhyme with the swinging neck
Swollen thighs are like balloons
Needy of deflating the deadly fat
A woman , alone , in spring can
dance
dance
dance
The wall is her safe fence
To drop her to dormant romance
Rosy radiation
Follows the rhythmic beat
Projection of silence, in defence
The Little Thief
Along the warm way
Excitement contains their boredom
Like the infringement
Of the Pirate Bay
How to allay
The fear of uttering an insane bray
That woeful day
When folks betray
Squander the excessive bounty
Balls of cotton
Shift into streams of grey
That sad day
Twists into startling decay
Trust is now thrown away
Nothing is left to convey
But to worship God and pray
Shadows are swallowed by
The encroaching ray
The stealing foray
A misdeed to relay
A little thief, they portray,
Swerves their holiday
Like a macaque, not allowed to stay
As her eyes, to the white cellular, do stray
Not knowing how much they pay
Thinking it is a mere parlay
To bring joy to sweet Jay
Dr. Anissa Sboui -A University teacher and poet from Sousse, Tunisia -The writer of Transcend (2018), Rebirth (2019) and Number One (2020), The Co-Avid Breath (2021), Hurricane (2022) Two short-stories, entitled “Alone” and “Coincidence.” Her poems featured in Writing in a Woman’s Voice, The Writers’ Club, Galaxy: International Multidisciplinary Research Journal, Dumpster Fire Press, Medusa’s Kitchen, The 2020 Annual by the Elizabeth River Writers, Valiant Scribe, Literary Heist, World Anthology, Impspired Magazine.
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