The black sheep

There’s a disease inside me,
A kind of poison that the flocks hold,
I feel embarrassed and want to flee,
Now, I won’t return to the fold.

A pain burns in the depth of my soul,
In grey flames of emotions,
I feel no want to play a role,
I won’t follow more sheep notions.

The mass goes and I go behind,
We share the same place to feed,
We share sameness also in breed,
But I will be always divers in mind.

Benyamin Bensalah

10.04.2016

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

Poet solidarity

I’m a poet already –
So why would I care,
How poetry is itself?
So why would I care,
About anything, but myself?

I’ve got the power –
The best pens are looking for my order,
The words are bowing afore me one by one,
The paper serve me as faithful recorder,
Meanwhile, they’re followed up only by one.

I’m one, one of you –
My babbles are coming from your room,
Your parents forbid me to talk as the street,
Your schools lent me books to consume,
It was your friend who read my first sheet.

I’m no one anymore –
You people kept acting after the school,
Turning cool movies of business and household,
Meanwhile, I observed what you name cool,
Having several lives written in colours and bold.

You are a poet as well –
You only need to open your eyes ajar,
Leave a comment, show me how you care,
Mellow your world and serve up in a jar,
To let us, your brothers taste if you dare.

We are a nation, mate –
We were born just as every Earthlings,
None of us was born in flames like dragons,
But we share as well magical-noble things;
To respect each other’s opinions sans dictums.

Tho, I’m your poet –
I thank you people a thousand times,
For giving me a world and cause to write,
Your different colours feed my rhymes,
Without you, they would be mute, lucite.

Benyamin Bensalah

16.04.2017