تواتر حديث انا المنذر وعلي الهادي
Rainy tears
I will yearn for those moments that go deep inside me and pre-announced a love that does not waver. I am the son of the rain, and you know the rain is nostalgia tears descend amid the noise to revive the lands of our depths. I am not an immortal shadow, nor a tale of a legend inherited from my ancestors; I am just a raindrop descending before sunset with all love and with all longing. So I remember how the sky rose, and looked at her sister; the earth with all love and all longing, and silently sending kisses over wings of the wind, but when its nostalgia overflowing, her eyes flood with rain. Yes, rain drops are tears of silent longing.
STORMY DECEMBER
No windows in my small house where the birds had been made of faint shadow and the rivers are laughing with tears. Our windy December has destroyed everything even my soul so I am now just a soulless apparition. Look at our trees; they are kneeling; the wind has stolen their dreams. I am a man from the south where everything is soft and bland, but the rigid hands of this windy December have scattered our girls’ woolgathering.
Here the streets are so raging, do you know why? I think you won’t know the story. These streets have been made by the rough fingers of our December where the nights are weepy, and the moons are colorless. You can’t see anything here in December just violent and shameless faces. Yes, our December has a veil but its stormy soul destroying our dreams. Our stormy December is strange and reckless, but…
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The Law of Beauty
(( I FIND IT ))
The Law of Beauty
Very good morning dear friends.
For more the 25 years, I was working on the quantitative approach of beauty, and I had tried for a long time to find the final equation of the beauty law and step by step I reached this goal. Today, I am happy to announce my original and deep discovery in the spiritual laws which represented by the Law of Aesthetic in any thing especially writing and below is the equation:
Ae= Ap × As × At2 × Au4
Ae= Aesthetic ( beauty).
Ap= Appreciation.
As = Astonishment.
At = artistry.
Au = Authorial style ( the style).
I will produce this equation in a book under the title of ” The Law of Beauty” Inshallah.wa Alhamdulillah.
Anwer Ghani
You small brother. Jan 2019.
يوم الجمعة هو اليوم الذي هبط فيه الروح الامين، وليس للمسلمين عيد كان أولى منه
يوم الجمعة هو اليوم الذي هبط فيه الروح الامين، وليس للمسلمين عيد كان أولى منه.
THE FLOOD OF ETERNITY
The grand flood was a teacher who learnt his student the secrets of eternity. Utnapishtim knew all the secrets when the mightiness of water transfigured in front of his eyes. There are no fairies or witches on the flood but Utnapishtim realized the listen and knew the essence of life. In front of the wide eyes of the flood, Utnapishtim built his big ship to save our life and all these smiles. Gilgamesh crossed the great sea to meet Utnapishtim, the man of the flood who told him about the plant of immortality which resides peacefully behind the wide sea. Gilgamesh traversed the wide sea and found the eternity plant but when he entered the cold pond to swim, a snake of destiny stole the timelessness from our hands. Yes, Utnapishtim grasped the eternity because he had built a big ship while Gilgamesh lost his immortality plant because he just…
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EVERY YEAR I LOVE YOU MORE
via EVERY YEAR I LOVE YOU MORE EVERY YEAR I LOVE YOU MORE A mosaicked poem To my dear wife with happy new year 1\1\2019 Anwer Ghani
SUMERIAN RECIPES
SUMERIAN RECIPES, A mosaicked poem by the mosaicist poet Anwer Ghani, Iraq 2018.
SUMERIAN RECIPES
OUR MASGOUF
The fishes have high wings, but they can feel our deep pain like sisters. Yes, we are the fishes’ brothers and any halo you may see in the dark night is a birthday of this brotherhood. Come here and see the seeds of this earth in an ancient Sumerian tablet, which its recipes were shining as the sun. In that Iraqi mud, you can see the smoke of our Masgouf and you may smell its exciting flavor. It is residing in our dreams like the moon, and we delightedly disappear in its perfume with the butterflies. The face of our Masgouf is pure, and I will be so happy if you can see its chants dancing as fairies at their small riverbanks.
THE MAGIC DOLMA
The small girls in our gardens knew nothing about the flowers or their breathtaking colors, but they are so efficient in…
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ديسمبر ، قصيدة فسيفسائية
via ديسمبر ، قصيدة فسيفسائية
THE MOSAICKED POEM
via THE MOSAICKED POEM
TRANSFIGURATION 