Please Touch Me
I
am here, standing under this tree; waiting your touch with red rose; red rose
in my hands. Please touch me but please touch me smoothly because I am a sandy
flower shatters in your heart as a tale of the wind. Please look at me but
please look carefully because I am a faint shadow vanished in front of your
eyes as a dream of shying girl. Please, hear me but please hear me in a very
quiet night because I am a breezy song comes from a remote land, the magic
land. Touch me; I am a cold tale waiting your warm touch and a cold heart
waiting your absent touch. You know, the flowers are cold without touching and
the nights are cold without touching. Please, touch me, so the moon wears its
brilliant light and the sun spreads its golden braid. Please, touch me because
the sun likes touch, the moon likes touch, the earth likes touch. Please, touch
me; the hearts love to touch, the flowers love to touch and the women love to
touch. Everything likes touch.
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Every Year I Love You
More
I
asked every rose in our garden and every tree near our home to tell you frankly
that every year I love you more. Today, in this charming morning I talked with
the sun seriously and we decided to tell you just one fact that every year I
love you more. It is the last night of December and this year has passed with
big memory but what I remember is our
moment where I love you more. Now, in this silent night, near our small heater,
and precisely in this warm wintry moment, I listen carefully to my coffee and I
remember every word from it and how it tells me to give you a big hug and tell
you strongly that every year I love you more and more. When I sit beside you, I
love you more, and when I travel through the far lands, I fell deeply that I
love you more. When I talk with you, I love you more, and when I remember your
words, I love you more and more. In fact every day I love you more and more.
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Our Small Fireplace
Near
our small fireplace, I feel I love you more, and when my hand touches its
warmness, I feel that my blood is more purplish. Our nights are more lovely
near our warm fireplace, and our moments are more efficacious at its orange
flame.When I call you, my voice becomes more velvety near our small fireplace,
and when you look at me, your glance becomes pinker at our warm fireplace. We
are from the south, and we live in a small house but a passionate one with an
old fireplace but a warm fireplace. Everything has a different meaning near our
fireplace; I can feel your reviving perfume fills the place near our small fireplace,
I can touch your smile near our small fireplace and I can see the melody
jumping of my heart near our small fireplace. Sometimes when I am at our small
home, in our small room and near our small fireplace, I realize that life is
just a warm moment near an old fireplace in a small warm home.
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You Are All The Pleasure
I
am lost in you; this is the fact, and you do all this magic because you are all
the pleasure. Please, touch me; let me know; that I am a nice waiting tale; let
me know my days and their beautiful moments. Yes, without your smiles I have no
days, and without your touches, I have no moments. Please, take me; teach me
the life; teach me the killer redness. Your fingers are the beginning and the
end; your fingers are the amazement and in their absence, there is no any
story. Yes, I am lost in you, and glad for that lost because you are all the
pleasure. I want you to know one fact; that I am always in thankfulness for
you, in astonishment in front of you, and in pleasure with you. And there is
another fact; that you are enough to me, because you are all the deep pleasure.
And there is a third fact; that you are my reality and my dream and without
you, I am with no reality, with no dream because you are all the pleasure.
Anwer Ghani
Anwer Ghani is an award winner poet
from Iraq. He was born in 1973 in Babylon. His name has appeared in more than
fifty literary magazines and twenty anthologies in USA, UK and Asia and he has
won many prizes; one of them is the "World Laureate-Best Poet in 2017 from
WNWU". In 2018 he was nominated to Adelaide Award for poetry and in 2019
he is the winner of Rock Pebbles Literary Award. Anwer is a religious scholar
and consultant nephrologist and the author of more than eighty books;
thirteenth of them are in English like; “Narratolyric writing”;
(2016),“Antipoetic Poems”;( 2017) and "Mosaicked Poems"; (2018), and “The Styles of Poetry”; 2019.