Untraditional Woman  

More modern poems that I the auther translated  from their original Arabic into English

Your Love Cup
By: Azza El Wakeel

I won't approach your love cup
If its coffee's bitter
Or plain
I won't hold your cup and drink it
Unless it is extra sweet
I refuse greed in feelings
Adore excess
I hope your expression of affections
Is like a cascade
I hate neutrality
Don't accept being frugal in caring
But admit the principle
Of extravagance
The scent of my love flower
Doesn't dry under the shade
Of excessive care
It withers if saved in a box'
My heart isn't a machine
That works with buttons at demand
If it won't find warmth and tenderness
In return for its giving
It will be turned by a fit of anger
If it doesn't find its giving mutual
It will escape from you
It won't tolerate harshness
Nor dryness
Won't approve famished love years
My heart doesn't like planning, tactics
And maneuvering styles
Don't know how to implement strategies
Wishes to love spontaneously
Doesn't prefer to act reasonably
Doesn't like half solutions
Won't like you to meet me half way
Nor give me half of your heart
Nor half of your attention
Nor understand me with half
Of your mind
Nor see me with half closed eyes
Won't accept if you have doubts
Either you leave your love to drive
In my direction without breaks
Let it slide towards me without chains
Act without bounds
Either you love me by instinct
Or leave
One drop of love per day
Won't be satisfying neither acceptable
Nor enough to water me

For Your Eyes
By:  Azza El Wakeel

I write for your eyes only
Since we met others do not exist
Your love overwhelmed me
Turned me to a beauty legend
My love, let me hang
The flags of joy
Be pampered by you
And ask my mirror
If after your love
Is there a woman
More beautiful than me?
More delightful than me?
Before we met I thought
That the gleam of your star
Is impossible
I waited for you
In the path of hope
My love, you're the first
And last man in my life
I no more care if the moon
In the sky is full
Or crescent shaped
You're my special moon
That took me away
From the land of reality
And made me dwell
Summits of happiness
Our relation is unique
With you I feel natural
I feel my soul is outside my body
As though I'm living over my pores
Not underneath my skin
I feel free
My love, let me lie
Between your arms
Be sheltered in your breast
Build on it my sand castles
And draw on it my rosy dreams

PhD In Love
By: Azza El Wakeel

My cavalier;
Before you pass through my heart
you must get a visa
from my guarding mind
standing like radar'
You have to pass
a lie-detecting test
Succeed in psychoanalysis
You must have worthiness, courtesy
and delicacy certificates
Be noble and affectionate
in human relations
Must have a masters in rules
of taking care of a woman
and making her happy
You must admit respecting her
in writing
Record all your pledges in a contract
If you break any of its terms
I'll prosecute you with no sympathy
nor mercy
With conditioned penalties
I'll abolish maximum punishment
Don't expect me to be sacrificed
or destroyed in our relation
Don't expect me to be redemptive
Nor keep loving you
from one side
Nor to adopt you and consider you
my spoilt child
I won't try to educate
or nurture your compassion
I don't intend to open a school
Teach a schoolboy how to express
his senses and feelings
and the art of romance
My heart has one class
With only one place
For a professor gained A PhD in love

Sarajevo
By: Azza El Wakeel

Every laugh in our safe countries
Faces a scream in Sarajevo
Every joy welcoming a newborn baby
Faces a child’s slaughter in Sarajevo
We live while Sarajevo falls into doze
And awakes in its blood
Walks on its children’s remains
Drowns in its women’s tears
Sarajevo, the legend of torture
Through you we all became sinful and guilty
Sarajevo, if they succeed in destroying you
You will depart from the world’s map as a martyr
And we will stay behind crying over you
With eyes filled with shame
Remembering we didn’t defend you
But expressed pity for you in our writings
Kept reciting prayers
Repeating words that didn’t prevent your destruction
We left you unarmed
And sat watching your funeral in silence
Sarajevo, never forgive us
Because we delivered you
With our own hands to death

To Mother Of Bombs
By:  Azza El Wakeel

Message from the Iraqi land
To mother of bombs
Who’s bared from maternity
Naming you a mother
Is a shame to motherhood
Go away from my land you cursed
Go away with your poisoned breast
From my children’s innocent mouths
You suckling of death
What kind of mother are you??
Killing my children without mercy
Tearing their bodies
Scattering their remains
Destructing their homes over their little heads
Drowning their land with their pure blood
Committing this in the name of liberty
How ironical!!
Without shyness you damned
You explode in their faces
You amputate their extremities
You blind their sights
Then you distribute milk and candies
To those who stays from them alive
All the world’s milk won’t be enough
To whiten your face stained with your crimes
Committed in the right of my killed
And injured children
All the world’s candies won’t make those
Who survived from my children forget
The bitterness of loosing their martyrs
From brothers and sisters
Won’t silent their tongues from testifying
The truth in front of history
Go away from my land
You devil of bombs
Enough whom you’ve taken
From my children’s souls
Flapping in God’s will in God’s heaven
Enough what you’ve created
From terrifying and horrifying ghosts
Flapping around my still living children
Gather your ghosts you devil of bombs
And go away from my land
Leave far away
Go away with your poisoned breast
From my children’s innocent mouths
You suckling of death

Hallucinating Condition
By: Azza El Wakeel

Yesterday I visited the doctor complaining
So he diagnosed my case
that I suffer from a hallucinating condition
Acute inflammation in my intuition
Insane emotional disturbances
My heart's temperature is equatorial
The disease is you
Because I was exposed
to your ultra rosy rays
unprotected by lenses
nor guarded by Armour’s
Because I was exposed
to violent fondling currents
I received a final loving strike
The doctor added that he's sorry
because in my case
Antibiotics aren't useful
Neither cotton nor wool
Nor paper nor space clothes
Neither prescriptions
Nor Chinese needles
Neither awaking nor calming pills
Neither previous experiences
Nor surgeries are of any help
You are my only remedy
Intensive doses from
your love's nectar
is my only cure

Choice
By: Azza El Wakeel

I'm not a queen of beauty
Nor own like the queen of Sheba
Throne or treasures or money
But I won't be a plaything
You exchange between your hands
Nor a marionette you pull its strings
Whenever you like
When you get bored
Distant from your eyes
Either you include my heart
In your heart
Merge my life with your life
Or leave
I won't seek to use tricks
Like Shehrazade
Won't permit you make me taste
The flavor of sleeplessness
I won't beg your love
I don't want charity
Even if you're the last man
Of human kind
So choose either
Love or leave
Joy or grief

Sorry My Friend
By: Azza El Wakeel

Sorry my friend
I cannot stand your friendship
nor your brotherly feelings
I proclaim it frankly
Either I become your lover
or I don't want you in my life
Being close to you
without your loving me
is driving my crazy
I want to communicate you
with eyes language
Want you to read me poetry
on moonlight
To engrave a heart and an arrow
with our names on a tree's branch
Sorry my friend
I wish you understood my suffering
I wish you felt my burning
Because I love you
and don't have the right
to call you my lover

Governments
By: Azza El Wakeel

Governments meet and shake hands
Exchange salutes and embraces
Raising peace flags
Delivering thousands of speeches
Promising their people a better tomorrow
Then those untrue friends part
On the symphony of explosions
On bullets’ sounds
Considering every invention
Of a weapon of mass destruction a victory
While the blood of the cheated people
Drowns cities’ streets
Tears of the cheated people
Cries for the loss of their loved-ones

A Letter To God
By: Azza El Wakeel

Lord of this world
that keeps turning round
When was the last time
you had a look
on what’s going on our ground?
Did you loose interest
in our earth
right after you gave us birth?
How can you ignore
our screams and tears?
How can you tolerate
watching our souls tortured
for a drop of water
grain of wheat
meter of land
barrel of oil!
How can you accept
seeing us condemned
for crimes we never committed
such as belonging to a different color,
religion or standard!
God; you created hatred
let Cain kill Abel
since then how were you able
to permit all those wars
to take place?
Haven’t you watched
enough blood baths, bombs,
bullets, burns, wounds,
massacres all over the years?
When will you interfere
put an end to our miseries,
worries and fears?
We need a river of peace
to water our thirst for tranquility
We need white pigeons,
olive branches to fill our lives
Dear God,
This world belongs to you
Our souls belong to you
So please don’t turn
your back on us
Don’t hide your face
Don’t ignore our cries
echoing in the space