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Smiles A. Abdullah [Select the Date] Smiles in the spring a message to my mother trial and remorse to my dear boy Tanta @Zifta ·     Abdullah Muhammad Marzok 01276585678 ·        ahmedloaymarzok@ymail.com  ·        Tanta University ·        Faculty of Education                                                ·        English  department Friday, March 08, 2013] Smiles in the spring, a message to my mother, trial and remorse, to my dear boy, do you remember me?                 Smiles in the spring There in that happy country; I stop, I gaze at how it is huge, I consider every eye with tears of delight drop The taste of happiness that you cannot miss Every moment to be happy master or mistress, You see me standing focusing the smile of no bitterness, To snatch every sight to me within grudge, People of that country try to delight me, I coming near that people to fly as flee, To sting every piteous gee, I stand for a while to think in my plea, I summon every evil cry to smash, My heart and mind in front of the train not crash, The desire of mine to dash My sorrow to set off a flight A flight of all my age that night, The call to every sad to damage his plight- In every corner you walk in these bloomy gardens, You can find every flower receive you with smile, Delightful smiles of bloomy flowers near to kiss your boldness, It is a moment to be different from outer flight for weeks, Or climbing the difficult over higher peaks, It is a virtual paradise, I enter the spring of my god –so wise, I get nearer quietly not disguise. There! Over this tree a marvelous bird, Under it a huge beautiful herd, I refer to that bird with some kind of emotion And the feelings of animation – sometimes likens me, In my youth or being old may be, I raise my hand to him to go down to me, To eat some grains and wail his pain, I look at him near to be like thee, His sadness becomes like mine, As some wine, And some fire to burn our loosened will, Or campaign To me when I was nine. I continue my flight without pains, My heart becomes green grains, In my flight a wonderful river flows with smiles, Near to him I discover my hidden wane emotion, I try to wash my soul from this pollution I decide to dive to see all undersea-creatures, I find a nymph of plentitude hug me, I see fishes smile and refer to me asking me to be free, To accomplish what I want and destruct thee, The chains of no paved way for multiple views, The barrier between me and queues, What I desire is to anyone never doing. Alongside the river I observe a beautiful girl, Her parents calls for her to prepare the grill, But the girl never obeys them, Nor does she achieve this task alone, Her parents hit her and she sits there moan, I close to her and draw a smile on her face, I let her pace, To demand mercy from her parents, Her parents forgive her and they embrace, To begin a new life with a smile, Besides the fantasy of Nile, I feel delight in this while. It is my aim to draw a smile, To erase the desires of guile, To build a new while, A moment of laughter never wanes, Come and participate to explode all pains A message to my mother From my heart…I send you a message To remind me in my difficult age, When my heart enclosed in a tiny cage, It is an interesting voyage, It is life with you likens a dream, That admonishes me to write a poem, I want to reveal a slice of my life, To all I love: my sons and my wife, I know life is a sharp knife when You face nothing can be a trouble, It is a moment when you are imprisoned In a dark palace as a fetus, To kick, move quickly to be nervous, But it is time when are real human, The time when you are real man or woman, To have ambitions to be achieved, A complex network needs to be weaved, A hive of life needs some desires, The way towards a real relation, Relation of no grudge or depression, The time when you are in the path of love, The paved ground with gold with whom you love, Your wife as the stem of happy life, The only choice to be false or right Wherever I see the weak is the plight, Do you remind a moment when you see Your life breaks down or love falls down, Do you think for a while that our decisions Are a sturdy dam between want and desire? Can we discard mire and dire? Can we extinguish for a moment our inner fire? What about to stand a while and extinguish Our hidden mire or just a moment of weakness When you find yourself a lone with a father Has narrow mind or no place for mother Has affective heart as a flood of ambitions, Do you remind your life with me when I was Small baby with no suitable way to resort Whenever a brother has no sensations Just money, myself, not his sister a dull rose Can you rubber the moments of that and those To come to a life not against but with Your son who will be a new page, With time to be engaged in a work Family, new life last to limited age, A son, the seed of good, is now in that cage, A cage with so fantastic wife that I will choose I am a real spirit of stability not like goose Or like lion wait in his lair, The real man is a tool for construction, The way for based society on reliability, The seed of welfare on power and ability, The real facet of action and reaction, The barrier between reality and suspension, The responsible for a small or large galaxy, His tight fist stands for axe, Do you want strong father or slice of fantasy? Do you accept with this exaggeration in frequency? The way for reason not narrow-mindedness, To be master of life not mistress, It is my life a great circus of reason and no reason It is my way in a thorny ground within my voyage in that prison, My behavior I think is the shadow, My heart I feel becomes shallow, Can I fly over all life or all will consider me hollow, Are we shadow of no light, Or a daily catastrophe sustains the real plight? Is it my bright night, Or beautiful memories I catch when I play with a paper kite? Is this future hiding the ulterior sight to every night? Do you know the real woman? The real woman has no grudge, The being of emotion and affectation, Her heart with no suspension as the optimum, With my pleasure I have good mother to me safeguard, To me the defense from any troubles and guide, To be as what you can see quiet and teacher to be, But imagine your life with a mother in old age, With no conscious to the changes of a modern age, No interest in a son or parentage, Money to be the basis of behavior, Do you think that sample is the best? That is in her way to waste. One my life real...one deceptive, Whenever you never something amuse your heart Or anything to be for you attractive, Nothing to be for you interesting or captive, Within a narrow hole you see life depressive, Life is pure, fresh air, Are ready to be the best pair, With a wife paves the ground of happiness, Come near to you and press, The difficult moment to cure, The real message for the rich and the poor-           Trial and Remorse Inside that vast kingdom of justice, A trial to my heart-and-mind by force, At once I thought that is the worse, Or a difficult exam in a complex course, Being friendly and kind, I exploited well my mind, I demanded forgiveness and protection, Every tear falling shuffled my suppression, Every righteous word muffled all loud noise, Faraway the horse of tolerance, Coming quickly and hugged my hidden democracy, I and he struggle that black dog With no hesitancy, You, the bold heart, killed my boldness, And you, the acute mind, explode me And let me miss Every sight of no remorse, I mugged up my status alone, Boldly I told every remorseful call I am never ever goon, In the court …all were ready to stand up, All refer to my failure….never got up From that long nap in these rough waves Of the hidden darken graves, There! Obviously I can see what they Gave the judge the poison of betray The elixir of darts in my heart To carve the chart of a dart That broke my inner hatred Everybody sneezed my weak well There no desire to forgive and grill My free word from my mouth to be blocked Every time of my freedom everywhere Glared the bright sun in mind To come free, you must fly as bee Hook the best with the axe of glee You are guilty, Your faults seemed the dirty, What caused that guilt? To whom you put remorseful hearty? Is it your sin to be dandy? Are you ready to change? Weigh your dirty gall to that range Your sight to life seem mirage, Your body transmitted urgent age, Your mind is a Cuckoo in a small cage, Your heart is a title of no damage. I shouted ….that's enough to blame me, I am not alone to be like what you see, I am human not in a need to trial, I have to smash that iron jail, My heart must enter the whirl of power, My mind needs a fresh shower, My senses waited for an hour, To say what others discard…….         To my dear boy TO whom I appreciate I gift precious Sums, I hope care, seriousness, not miss Those precious pearls and guess The hidden meanings of thought to know well That brain is a green grass, Listen to all what I say my dear boy, Your are buried gem in a narrow coy, In a need of help, support, and toy Of the process to be innovator To be as a genius inventor Creates a fantastic piece of beauty- Of course, you have the straight way To be one of the famous writers of intelligence, You are strong and the witch of the new assistance, You are the innovator of new poem and play, You are the sperm of the whole existence, Imagination is albatross around your neck, Practicality is your bright luck, Failure is a black duck, Success is your winner card. Listen to me with no speech I want to give you precious sums Don't consider me priest or preach, I want you to learn and I teach Don't discard your mind in the vain. Don't cut your sense to feel great pain The fool with no mind no grain Listen to who advise you with no irritation, You are in a way for being politician The style of being baby, Or that path of May-be, The way of no hesitance or run-away, The paved thoughts and ideas in a subway, You are with your mind a wise politician, So the position of feebleness may be The source of your depression, Everything in your hand elastic, What you make is fantastic, Whenever you feel is realistic, Your way for success is near, So you are a camel of science The slogan of wisdom and conscience, Every new idea in your mind is a treasure, Your ability is a criterion to measure The depth of your knowledge in every age You live with one idea to increase your pleasure, Your way is filled with lambs of innovation, Do you know my boy the real poet Not the excellent to build rhyme Or the builder of meaning in no-time, But the best one is the sensitive The person who can be captive His meanings are simple and attractive, To be free as bee from line to line From the real image to imagine The hidden symbols of the real feelings The tyrant, the acute, the wild To elasticize the difficult to be the mild To formulate the slogans of new life To be one of the processes of no brief Build your thoughts on stable belief The stem of self confidence The path of excellence in new view The power of innovation needs you Do you know the best teacher well? The pot of no memorization S/he is the tool of organization, Come and participate in any session The pot of technology and the example To set a good impression The person who makes easy not to crumple The ways of success or bind the way of innovation With thorns of inhibition or agitation Know well the optimum to succeed In that life to see the world as seed To be grew in a sturdy land with deeply-rooted The tool of being new and modern needs Patience, excellence, and plead the causes Of the difficult with tight-fisted Power and roses Of playful balance of meanings _ There is no value to stay in that sod, Imagine yourself an eagle flying in the sky To catch its prey quickly It is now not shy but courageous to do What he desire what other birds consider him foe Or a leopard running quickly and handsome to see To attract your eyes and make you gee To catch the easy in your hand, To build union to mind as a band Of composition the simple not complex Be like hacker in his land to pave the soil To raise all good to many persons and boil The food to eat from his hand not to coil His back with many troubles Know well that you have one god_    Do you remember one moment of passion? Stop! My sweet heart for a minute, Do you remember that moment? The moment of passion, please don't submit, Do you remember the time when we met, And the wood sofa when we set? How can I forget those days? These days when he and she plays Can you flash back to see the past? The days of sorrow to bury into dust- Do you remind me with that bird"? What? That white bird with golden feathers, The days when we played with it together, These rosy kisses on our mouths, When we assigned to keep many an oath, These all happiness shared the peaceful youth, There in that kingdom of imagination, Nicely walking with a slow motion- How you are a beautiful girl! Come close to me and remember One moment in the winter When I dialed your number And you seem to be the climber To the difficult and hammer The nail of love to destroy 4 ever – Can you observe my eagerness? Come to me, enter, and press What inside my heart. Bloomy, young, and like dart To entertain and attract To cope with love and transact It is my role to do my act- But remember me in every time Bring to me a branch of lime Are you whom I recognize to commit that crime? Ouch! Fuck you! You seem very fool and cruel, Can you remember the moment of the good? When I stop your blood bleed in high speed, Is it my sin to sustain that seed in your hearty deeds? These bloomy moments when I erased these weeds, Inside your mind a vast land It is the best in your empty hand_    The kingdom of monkeys- the infinite power  Hay! Our colleagues over those bloomy trees, Welcome with you and enter our kingdom-please We are a punch of monkeys , In our hands an infinite power to come And dominate the places of  power and the wealthy, It is our outcome not easy so it is queasy To follow us and discover our plans As these groups of the crazy, Do you know how can we live on? We are the hunters of the weak, Our hearts emptied from emotion- so bleak, Our premise is not to give but to take, We have the power without any counterpart It is our animation daily from tree to another without break, Our role in life is an essential part, Our poisonous words in hearts as a dart, One site to us www. Damage –wreckage.com , Welcome and visit us but don not overcome Our hidden power to commit that crime, We are the slogan of authority, What we enacted  must be fulfilled The way to success paved with plurality We have the power of science we have open-minded, Even if the difficult conquer our souls We defeat , slay, and delete We damage whom stood in front of us The thorns of the land we break and eat, Alongside the wood we cut the road, To stop that weak and stupid, We hunt the huge very rapid. That lion in his lair cannot defeat us , We can hit , make a great wounds in him, He cannot hunt or even kill us , We are brutes , we are night monsters To increase the horror and