by ahcene mariche
Words are like bees
They have honey and vemon
Sometimes they are so sweet
Sometimes as wounding as knives
A word can bring you up
Until you reach the top
Then, you will know
Fame and wealth
Glory and power
A word can knock you down
The fall is so abrupt
That you lose everything you own
You had to turn over your tongue
Before uttering the clumsy word
A word can bother you
All of a sudden it changes your mood
In your mind you keep turning it over
Till it disturbs you
And you feel that your entrails boil
A word can be sharper then a knife
Its cutting is so aching
The liver burns
The eye is hurt with tears
All parts of the body are wounded
As if they are pierced by a sword
A word like wine or a drug
Can make you drunk
And sometimes as raging
As a stormy ocean
Your spirit gets restless
And all your nights are sleepless
A word can heal you
Its echo is your shadow
It gets close to you
And makes you forget your pains
Delighted, you get rid of your fears
The comforting word makes you enjoy life.
ahcene mariche
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ABOUT THE POET ~
My name is Ahcène Mariche. I was born on February 21, 1967 at Tala Toulmouts in the town of Tizi Rached east of Tizi Ouzou in Kabylia, Algeria., Born in a poor family but jealous of its cultural, and helped by heredity being that my maternal grandfather Ali n Said was a popular poet, I’m poet in kabyle language. But my works are available in different languages.
Last updated September 19, 2011