Monday, 17 April 2023

Four Poems by Ramzi Albert Rihani




Unscathed

 

When the wind blows in directions, North and South

And the earth vibrates like echoes in a chorus

 

When belief becomes the envy of the skeptic

And doubt takes center stage on the altar of piety

 

When lovers forget to smell the roses

And continue their march with hope in fewer doses

 

When music cannot be heard by those who composed it

While the masses chant to the sound of their melodies

 

When fragile people feel the pain in their bones

Yet they carry the load without nagging or moan

 

When the gods rush to rescue the people

But feel helpless in the face of a struggling nation

 

When you face the threat of solid emotions past

And keep searching for your inner soul in a blast

 

Then you would have gained immunity against the tempests,

The fires, the raging winds, and the turbulent seas

That becomes your bathing pool to emerge unscathed.

 


 

Land on Higher Tier

 

On the eve of agony, the play gets blurry

Body and soul, the pain is nearer

“Time heals all wounds,” it is said

But in reality, wounds define time instead

 

For better or worse, the pain persists

Nothing can heal a bleeding heart

Not even a rainbow, moonlight, or the best of art

The day passes slowly but the pain insists

 

Suddenly the Improbable appears at the door

Enters unexpectedly as if in a roar

Breaks the cycle and the status quo

Preparing for the Waiting for Godot

 

As the wait seems endless, a new dawn is here

Paving the way for a gasp to come near

A fresh breath, a new horizon, and a new frontier

Approach a land on higher tier

 

The landscape has changed and everything is in full bloom

As if a mirage of a garden appears on the desert’s moon

But this time, the illusion is a reality

That will draw the roadmap to eternity

 


Delivery

 

The pain and pleasure of delivering a poem

Carry more than nine months of pregnancy

They pass in one hour or two years,

Announcing a new cycle of hesitancy.

 

Words drip and create an embryo

In a womb of a winding road

With obstacles and prairies

They grow like trees in a forest

To form a picture that may be dark but honest.

They stagger in our heads searching for a home

As if they’ve been travelling for days, unknown

Sometimes they dance to the music

And other times, they observe a passing crowd

Give them water for their roots can be

As powerful as the strongest typhoon

Yet as tender as the sweetest emotion.

 

Finally, they reach home and land on its pages

They are ready to leave their cages.

Between the ink that has dried

And the wetness of their desires

They sit waiting for their liberator

Wondering how they will transform

To become alive.

  


All is Fair in Love and War

 

Under strenuous conditions, they act recklessly

As if they are given a license to kill

A smell of incense, a cool breeze

Make them ponder at the guru’s knees

 

They get up and cover their heads with masks

Trying to hide their identities and justify their deeds

A moment of courage, love, and war

Makes them numb at the bottom of their core

 

Whether in love at full speed

Or at war with complete determination

They dare to tread untested grounds

Risking it all with out-of-bounds

 

They’re about to kiss the dust

But the time has come for them to rise

Like the phoenix from the ashes

They emerge with dignity and poise in dashes

 

Now that the story is unveiled

Don’t ask why when in love

Don’t ask why when at war

Cause all is fair in love and war




Ramzi Albert Rihani is a Lebanese American writer. His poems have appeared in several publications in the US, Canada, UK, Ireland, South Africa, Romania, India, and China, including Linnet’s Wings Magazine, Impspired, ArLiJo, Goats Milk Magazine, Poetic Sun, Last Leaves Magazine, Cacti Fur Journal, Ariel Chart International Literary Journal, Poetry Potion, The Piker Press, Active Muse, Ephemeral Elegies, and The Silent Journey Anthology. He is a published music critic. He published a travel book, “The Other Color - a Trip Around the World in Six Months” (FMA Press). He lives in Washington, DC.

  

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