Poems of Muhammad Gaddafi ( Libya)

 

Childhood

Muhammad Gaddafi ( Libya)

Childhood

Immersed in the childhood of my mistakes,

Cannot distinguish an earthworm

From its mole.

I told the tree; my beloved

Then it bent to the wind

I thought the bird was a bullet,

I threw myself on the ground,

When it flew away.

I slept with the clock,

So orgasm arriving late,

At the Viagra time.

I tried to hide behind my shoes,

But it betrayed me,

Moving aside.

I walked crookedly,

Throwing shadows with a stone,

It bounced back as bullets and bleeding wane moons.

*Translated into English by Suzan Ibrahim

After the Disappointment

Muhammad Gaddafi Masoud

I watch it, it doesn't rain

I come taken, with what

I carry from certainty

Then after the disappointment

Except the dream.

Tale

On the verge of a tale

Seagull fell, in

The water .

Messages

Boiling the messages

The end invisibility

Palm trees, are falling

In the valley of the flutes

Her gazes

Were broken our lips on

The sight of her gaze .

lumberjack

Gather firewood

Bleeding sun

Selled the horizon

At auction .

Happiness

Lump from barking

The happiness

Division

Divides the laughter itself

On itself

Who closes the door of, a-ha

*Translated by Neina Al-Sartawi

Waiting For the New to Be Announced

Muhammad Gaddafi Masoud

Decide your will around me

A circle

Fix it as a hang

Making it loose is forbidden that expands

In a narrow way.

When the narrow approaches a father

Who put it’s shadow on us.

Masters of the night become drank

Singing with speech at the beginning of

The down in the end of the feast.

Waiting for the new to be announced

Shooting his last cry, a masculine getting

Old the king of the hard.

And the master of the feminine.

When there is no other masculine.