Dancing With The Wall

 

—Poetry by Dr. Anissa Sboui,

Sousse, Tunisia

—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain  

 

THE QURANIC SCHOOL

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 defense

 

 

 

 

 

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 gray

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

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Today’s LittleNip:

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

―Albert Camus

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Welcome back to the Kitchen today to Dr. Anissa Sboui, as she writes to us from Tunisia. Thanks, Anissa!

And a reminder that Poetry of the Sierra Foothills meets at a new location today: Chateau Davell in the Love Shack, 3020 Vista Tierra Dr., Camino, CA. They will be featuring poets Linda Scheller and Gary Thomas, plus open mic. Click UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS at the top of this column for details about this and other future poetry events in the NorCal area.

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—Medusa

 

 

 

—Public Domain Photo Courtesy
of Joe Nolan, Stockton, CA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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