Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad, Iraq. His work has appeared in print and online journals globally and has poems translated into several languages. He has been nominated for Best of the Net 2018. He is the author of The Bleeding Heart Poet, Love On The War’s Frontline, Gas Chamber, Wounds from Iraq, Roofs of Dreams, The Grey Revolution, and Noemi & Lips of Sweetness. He lives in Montreal, Canada.
The Seaside and Fireside
the seaside and fireside and a glass of Arak with ice cubes an anthology of poetry I was browsing and sipping. My intellect and spirit were imaginative so I began to create horses, proverbs, portraits and civil paintings. The artist of my imagination was more beautiful than ever She was pouring love on the roses and smiling with no tears of fears. I wanted the evening to end just to observe the sun rise while I pray to the seaside and the fireside to remain there longer.
Counting the Stars
Counting the stars have not to lead me to an extraordinary dream, Perhaps, the stars back in my homeland were damaged like my heart. Seeing you around is the miracle I admire, Your smile destroys what grief has planted in my tears, my arteries, and my gray ageing, are you the moon in my black & white freedom? In your eyes, there are no fences but more roses In your eyes, there are no cages but more lovebirds In your eyes, there are no barriers but more immunity Keep smiling and let the world knows that we are tough Look forward and stroll through the path of the sunshine Do not ever hide from the sun rays when you are the light that no nation would be able to offer it to their people, just like my motherland who broke the canvas, I once drew before.
Our sun rises and we still cannot raise up raised in poverty and realized that's a blessing We taught to walk barefoot with a laughter face We embraced our heartless enemies constantly We adopted suicide risks, depressions, insomnia to our sensitive spirit who we flooded with our tears The shirtless man and his pregnant wife are sleeping on the mud of the border hoping that they will be able to across the country for a better -future to their child, since our culture would do nothing but name tags, and mislead the direction of the peace that we spent years dreaming about Our sun shares its glow with the moon in blues Yet, we sleep in darkness as if the sky is the mirror and we are the shattered stars in the eyes of the warrior.