When I was wrong

When I called nothingness a creation,
Glory an angelic revelation,
Heresy all that is good;
Then I was wrong.

I was wrong then
When I haven’t eaten
I didn’t make love by flames of heathen,
Now, where are all, all that I haven’t done?

To be wrong is a human habit, as to live and to die,
What is good, if there is any good at all,
But that is sure and serious for now:
I’m going to be wrong from now.

Benyamin Bensalah

21.08.2018

The Mirror of Tolerance

Once upon a time, before a magic mirror,
(Shortens the giants and makes the dwarves bigger.)
It happened to have met a giant and a dwarf,
Standing there wondered on the mirror’s polymorph:

The giant and the dwarf stood there face to face,
Barely believing how they share the same race;
The same roundish hairy head with two ears and eyes,
The same ten fingers, shaking their hands like allies.

The charm showed them things being invisible;
With a giant heart everything’s feasible,
Also, a dwarfish good deed may be source of much good;
It was the mirror of tolerance where they stood.

The mirror of tolerance is our pillar,
The mirror that’s born with every cre’ature;
Making seeing the human humane, the dwarf dwarfe,
Then, accepting their features without polymorph

Benyamin Bensalah

17.10.2017

Make the country great again

We are the people of this land,
A nation that needs to be great again,
A leader we need who can lead us
To be great, great again.

We hold history and values,
They are flowing in the blood we share,
A leader we need who can teach us
Not just doing affair.

We are a nation with many faces,
They hold different shapes and colours,
We need a leader who’s one of us
Sharing the same dolours.

We are unique in the world,
But not unique in chaos and absurdities,
We need a leader dressing us
With new, proper qualities.

We are the country, we are the flag,
Without us there’s no power, no crowd,
We need a leader who can teach us
Again, how to be proud.

Benyamin Bensalah

27.02.2019

Dreamlist

To get on a bus without checking,
to leave the country hijacking,
to sit in a bar and start random chatting,
to tell stories you heard or make a setting,
to enter mosques-churches marveling,
to cross a forest and find a dwelling,
to live with animals and enjoy petting,
to work with two hands and enjoy sweating,
to lick your injuries as it’s helping,
to put on some ice and watch it melting,
to ask for shelter while you’re healing,
to open your heart with all revealing,
to share what cities you’ve been watching,
to be the one who starts touching,
to have a night that’s been worth for living,
to live only for a chance for giving,
to fancy that the future’s brightening,
to live in the now without hiding,
then, in the bed, when we are tiring,
stop a while this dreamlist’s writing,
close our eyes – long – and smiling,
this was our life I could be admiring.

Benyamin Bensalah

23.05.2020

A moment away of sorrow

Oh God, I’m happy in this morning,
Being free of problem solving,
Living loving the road I’m hitting,
The misery I’m passing through.


Oh, how I would be free to suffer
Other mornings and another,
Filled with oh-such charming pattern,
Being happy after all.


Oh happy! Seeing all gifts that matter,
A marrow and a loving mother,
Ever radiating on the darker-darker
Sight that I’m still having though.


Oh, the obscure morrow and yester –
All those possible disaster
Are enlightened and farther- farther
Now.


Oh God, I’m happy in the now-happening;
I wish this moment pending padding,
I would leave all those doubtful setting’
And resting for ever in a now.

Benyamin Bensalah

12.11.2018

The weather is funny

The weather is funny today
As it has been yesterday,
And before.

Teardrops,
Lightsome smileys,
Thunderclaps and silences.

From the snow, flowers rising,
From clouds, sun shining,
Awesome surprises.

The weather is funny;
Whether it’s resin or honey,
Honestly, I’m fond of its nature.

I’m really weatherbeaten, tho
After all I went through,
It’s still funny.

Benyamin Bensalah

19.07.2018

Loco-motivation

Life is a locomotive:
Only passenger you are.
Aren’t you pulled through all the bad?
Haven’t you left behind all what’s said?
You want to get through London without rain?
If you are to learn from life, you have to train.

Life isn’t a local motive:
Human, not a tree you are.
It’s motion, adopt and act; you are apt.
Turn a page and take the stage, opt or adapt.
Lift yourself up; you are not tied but in your brain.
Do you think one is coming to pull you up with a crane?

Life is a LOCO motive:
If you are sane, insane you are.
Who told you that life is to understand?
Act the fool, the king and the queen; it’s your land.
The whole global globe is in your hands to use at ease.
After your time is over, you’ll have no excuse, nor reprise.

Benyamin Bensalah

17.12.2017

Aloha alohomora

To be or not to be – a bee,
day to day just working in a whirlwind
and waiting while getting more weight in;
Is the honey so funny?

Let’s exorcise: no more exercise!
Let’s pull the brake before we break
and declare a pause as if having paws;
Bearing a bear’s power.

It’s the first piece of peace,
to sit up – from the board of boredom
letting your throne and crown be thrown;
Away from the old bad ways.

Don’t stare at the stairs!
Flee step by step in flea-bounces
or rather just fly as a finally freed fly;
No ads will pop up with an extra life.

I know the life is a strife,
like a battle with bottles, not swords,
and like trying to heal the heel of Achilles;
Thou, you still must sort your own sorts.

A bear on a bare desert?
To be in a hive barely alive?
Which knight lives with night-witches?
Switch the channel if it’s full of glitches.

So, to be or not to be a bee?
I say it’s up to you until you feel up,
but if you haven’t fled if you’re fed up;
Don’t try to cut the ties when the tides are coming.

Benyamin Bensalah

04.08.2018

Attila József: Motivating

In China, there’s hanging tangerine.
Today has killed the cocaine.
The straw is buzzing, go to sleep.
Today has killed the cocaine.

Through the window of the store
Till the cashier, sees the poor.
The straw is buzzing, go to sleep.
Till the cashier, sees the poor.

Take a sausage and take some bread,
keep well your living breath.
The straw is buzzing, go to sleep,
keep well your living breath.

Whoever will cook, will kiss, too,
once, there will be a woman, too.
The straw is buzzing, go to sleep,
once, there will be a woman, too.

Benyamin Bensalah

31.01.2020

Translated from the Hungarian poem of Attila József, “Biztató” (1927).