Monday 29 August 2022

Four Poems by Dr. Anissa Sboui

 


 

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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