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Part Two: The Gypsy Hassan's Tale
Part Two: The Gypsy Hassan's Tale In the distant past, where clouds drifted through the sky, There was Hassan the Gypsy, whose moods shifted like a cloud, He changed like a chameleon, coloring his life, Who could understand his heart or decipher his fate written in the divine script? He lived with a monkey and a dog,
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
HASSAN EVERYWHERE
HASSAN EVERYWHERE Introduction to the Story In a world where the lines between reality and myth often blur, there lives a character who embodies the spirit of chaos and adventure—Hassan. A man of many faces, a son of the wind and the dust, Hassan's journey is not one of steady growth or linear path but rather one of continuous transformation. His life, marked by the absence of a permanent home, mirrors the unpredictability of the world he inhabits. This story is not just his tale, but a reflection of the human experience itself—one of fluctuation, survival, and the endless pursuit of self. Now, we invite you into the world of Hassan—where every day is a new adventure, every place a new chapter, and every role a new possibility. Chapter One: The Adventures of Hassan Everywhere I am Hassan, the man of many shirts, My grandfather’s name, a legend that flirts. Born to wander, born to roam, In the hills and valleys, I have no home. My mother, "Hawan," named for her fate, Lived in sorrow, always too late. Baked the bread, fetched the water, Tended the sheep, like no other. My father, a man of many wives, Loved by many, yet no stability survives. And I, his son, a wanderer too, With siblings scattered, no place to renew. I am Hassan, a name without bounds, Living in poverty, where fortune’s not found. One day I own horses, a thousand or more, The next, I am penniless, without a door. I am a servant, a merchant, or priest, One day I carve art, at times I feast, The next, I sell trinkets, my story never ceased, Every role I play, from west to east. My story is known in every land, An adventurer’s tale, unplanned. No address, no chains, no place to stand, I am Hassan, forever to expand!
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Upfront with the Board
I know the board. I know when to stop. I know when I hear No. I know the ins and outs... I know the board Not altogether. Who's not judging who? I know it has rules for a truly Cool fellow. I's to front! For an interview. please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, no! yes, yes, yes, yes, no, yes, no, yes, yes! The irony, I'm hired.
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
"Get The Trash Out to Bins". Content Warning.
Get The Trash Out to Bins To Never Come Back Again "I" am authoring this poem in first person using "I". This story is not just about me. It reflects our society, and to whomever it resonates with now. "I" am happy with glee.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
