My Haifa - poem III [American-made toys invading my airspace]

The voice of your –

Masterfully crafted

American made

Toys.

Invading my head

Over the Haifa skies

Invading my very own –

airspace.

Ironic.

My neighbors can –

Only sleep in peace

With these

American-made

Toys – overhead.

Oh – The greatest lie

Of security.

And I just wish –

I could for once

Write to a

Different music.

(c) khulud khamis, 2013

My Haifa - poem no. II

Like a lover,
You betrayed me.
Promising to contain – 
Me.

Like a betrayer,
You turned your mountain
To me.
And hid the sea.

Like a true friend
I remained
Within you.
Refused to leave.

Like the fool
My heart skips a beat
At the prospect
That one day –

You will be mine
And also theirs.

Because your mountain
Your sea
Your stairs
Your humidity and scorching sun

Are enough to contain
The us and the them.

(c) khulud khamis, 2013

My Haifa

It's your Topography

Makes me sense –

Home.

It's your Shatwet Nisan

Makes me smell –

Roots.

It's your stairs

Make me

Walk you.

It's your sea

Makes me

Wild.

It's your humidity

and

It's your scorching sun.

It's your name

Makes me know

You are within me.

(c) khulud khamis, 2013