Preface

Anwer Ghani wrote poetry when he was fourteen years old, in the year 1987, when he wrote direct rhythmic poetry and classical and traditional subjects. In 1995 he moved on to writing free symbolic poetry and philosophical themes. He started writing an expressive narrative poem of national and popular subjects in 2003 and until now he is writing like this.

Poems 2019 are characterized as simple and social expressive narrative poems, and for this reason he described them as warm poems and the collection is called (Warm Moments).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every Year I Love You More

I asked every rose in our garden and every tree near our house to tell you frankly: Every year I love you more. Today, in this charming morning I spoke seriously with the sun, and we decided to tell you one fact: Every year I love you more. It is the last night of December and this year has passed with a great memory, but what I really remember are our moments where I love you more. Now, on this silent night, near our little fireplace, specifically in this intimate winter moment, I listen well to my coffee and remember every word of it and how it tells me to give you a big hug and tell you strongly: Every year I love you more and more. When I sit next to you, I love you more, and when I travel across faraway lands, I deeply feel that I love you more. When I talk to 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 every year I love you more.

The Smiling Rabbit

We have a small garden, and a small rabbit always wears his wings and flying with delight at morning and at evening but these black voices had stolen his lovely wing so he is now a flying rabbit without wings. You can’t imagine the deep sorry of a flying rabbit without wing. Someday you will remember me and you will know that the hidden hand has stolen my wing and you will know the size of my lost love and my lost flying. I am a sad rabbit but inside me there is a big white flower. Yes, I am a white rabbit with a broken leg, and all these big flowers are just a short story of my hidden love. You can see it; you can smell its fragrance, and you also can see my broken leg.

An Arabian Scarf

We are from the East, where the desert grows in our heart as flowers and the eagles live in our minds like the canaries. Our wells aren’t pink but at least they can hug our beautiful fish, and our children don’t know how to kiss but at least they have colorful kites. Yes, our Arabian scarf is so tall because our ancestors knew that we had fragile hearts, and we cry easily. You shouldn’t think that we are so sensitive or over passionate but in fact our souls have made from chants and our ordinary speech is poetry. In fact, we are the sons of poetry, and our internal is so dreamy like the watermelon, and in addition to our pink water, we have sweet melodies, and when you open our hearts you will see the magic rivers and fairies.

It is Nice to be an Arabian Man

Yes, we are brown, and our farmer hands are coarse but these hands have smooth, firing and magic touching and our forefathers knew that we are exceptionally infatuated with beauty so they have colored us brown and not yellow. Here, on our Arabian skin you may see the impressions of our old lightening candles and the scratches of the long years of the hard hope. It will be so nice if you are an Arabian man, because all the melodic birds will find their ways to your stormy trees and all the farms will emerge from your deserted hand. We are from here, the stormy lands where the brook can’t be dry and the streets’ eyes are shy and attractive. It will be nice to be an Arabian man where your mouth is hidden by a grey veil, and your voice is so marginal. This world will know you very will and the pictures of your camels will appear daily in the magazines but in a silent manner and without opinion. Yes, it is very nice to be an Arabic man, because all what you can do is watching and all what your women know is silence.

When You Have a Family

When you go deep in your silence, there is nothing can break you but the faint sound of your days and when you read my poetry you will know that I am a farmer from the south my father has planted me with our ambergris. Yes, I am a simple farmer from the south around me a small tree, a small river and a small family. My morning is kneaded with my small daughter’s smiles, my evening is colored by my big son’s tales and my night is the glory of the soft hand warmness. When you have a family, at that time, you will see the secrets of twilight, the delicious taste of the backache and the very wide world of a small family in the south. Yes, I have a small family in a small house with a small window, but my eyes can see the beautiful night stars and my heart can touch the charming morning smiles. When you have a family, your smile will have pink lips and your work will wear a crown. Yes, my friend, when you have a family all the days will be valentine and all the times have meaning. Yes, when you have a family, there will be sadness and happiness, crying and laugh, pain and pleasure, but believe me this is the meaning of life.

I Am Always here, Waiting Your Love

O, the pale world come on, exit from your dry nights, here is a dawn, come on, I am waiting your love. What will happen if you smile, yes what will happen if you whisper in my ear a tempting word. Please my runway world, what will happen if you sit between the poor men and give them your merciful compassion, true compassion, azure compassion. I have bored with your cold and absent presence. Oh, the absent world, please transfigure and shine, let me see your love, let me know that you know yourself, let me know that just for a moment. Here are clean carpet, clean dish and clean spoon, please sit with me and share me my hungry moment; my lost moment; my absent moment. Please, do something, rise your feet, exit from your freezing delusion. I am not a black wind, not a faceless shadow, I am a kind eye and a soft hand, I am a love. I am standing here, under this tall and old tree, waiting your coming, I am standing here like a shivered bird, alone waiting your smile, I am standing here at every dawn waiting your love. Yes, I am always here waiting your love.

Thank You Very Much

Thank you very much for being here with me. Thank you very much for sharing me my sadness and happiness, my pain and pleasure, my dreams and reality. Thank you very much for being beside me; talking to me and hearing me. Thank you very much for your smiles, your laughs and your glances. Thank you very much for your asking, for your worrying and for your concerning Thank you very much for being eating with me, drinking with me, sitting with me and walking with me. Thank you very much for your touches, for your whispers, and for your hugs. Thank you very much for being kidding with me, playing with me, and joking with me. Thank you very much for caring about me, for being glad for me and for being sad for me. Thank you very much for being in my life, for being my life and for making my life. Thank you very much for your warm love, for your deep love and for your true love. Thank you very much for being standing with my in

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.06.2020
ISBN: 978-3-7487-4578-5

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