اهلاً ماجد .... للأسف الشديد طلبك لا أعلم عنه شيئاً ,,

ونرجو من من يعلم الإفاده .....عاجلاً

وحيااك ياأخ ماجد ....

يعطيك العافيه اخوي جلال الخالدي على الإهتمام......... ولك مني جزيل الشكر.....


ونرجوا من من يعلم الإفاده .....عاجلاً

Majed............

سوف أهديك الى بعض المواقع ولكن بعد قراءة القصيدة المرفقة....أهديك اياها وأتمنى بأن تحوز على اعجابك مثلما أعجبتني...

عنوانها معطف المطر:

The Raincoat

I know not from where the raincoat came
Only that it hung in the corner of the hall
By the old stuffed chair near the game room
Where old family pictures lined the wall
As a child, I used to marvel at the fabric
Worn and tattered, yet golden in its hues
And I would think how one day, if I were sick
I could put it on along with Daddy's shoes
It seemed like a comfortable way
To hold my hurt inside--just wrap it tight
Close my eyes, and ask my Mom to pray
With me to ward off evils of the night
I knew that it was safe and strong, for Daddy
Wore it on those days of rage and pain
When things weren't all so happy
With crops near death from too much rain
Today at Mom's I finally put it on
It was rather small and did not fit at all
Quite strange, for in that house as Daddy's son
It always seemed alone and very tall


Samuel Rhodes
Greenville, SC

أما عن دليل للمواقع الشعرية باللغة الانجليزية فهناك الكثير الكثير:




وهو شاعري المفضل!!!!






للشعر المغلق النهاية


للشعر مفتوح النهاية


للشعر المتحرك!!!!!!


للشعر المتحرك أيضا: تجربة جديدة!!


للشعر الذي قلّده الكثير من كتاب العرب أمثال: بدر شاكر السياب وغيره من شعراء النبط!!

وهناك الكثير الكثير...

تحياتي...

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عـــــــــذاب نـــــــــــون...

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وصلوا المنقذين ....؟؟؟!!


كنت انتظرهم ...

اعتقد لقيت مبتغاك يا ماجد ..


بالتوفيق في حبك ....


تحياتي ،،


ليالي الشوق

آآآآآآآآآه والله غمرتوني بلطفكم.....

الف الف شكر الى جميع الأخوان الأفاضل ....... وعلى الإهتمام الكبير في طلبي هذا.....




شكر خاص الى كل من : (بالترتيب حسب الردود)

جلال الخالدي

الحايلي

عذاب نون

ليالي الشوق








رسالة خاصه الى الأخ : عذاب نون

عزيزي المحترم انا ما أدري وش أقولك ... أخاف ازعجك معي ... بس اشوف اني راح استفيد من خبرتك في هذا المجال الذي أرى انك متمكن منه ....... ولكنني لست بذلك الفتى في اللغه الإنجليزيه ..... واذا ما كان عليك كلافه ..... اريدك تدلني على قصيده تكون في الصداقه الجميله والعلاقه الحميمه التي لا تصل الى لفض كلمة الحب ...... لأن العلاقة رسميه وتبادل احترام ... وانا لم اطلب منك هذا الطلب الى لأيماني الكامل بأنك أهل له........مع الشكر الجزيل ........وآسف على اشغالك معي والإطاله.....


أخوكم : ماجد

عزيزي Majed.............

هذه المرة الثالثة التي أكتب لك فيها ويختفي كل ما كتبت...!!!!!!!!!!!!!

عموما:

سوف ترى مجموعة من القصائد...خذ منها ما شئت...فجميعها جاءت حسب طلبك...

الأولى: بعنوان التمثال

The Dummy
by Michael Mack


In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings

He sat alone for hours on end
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed
The dummy nodded and agreed

And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well
That life is but a living Hell
Controlled by lust and power and greed
The dummy nodded and agreed

With patience that would rival saints
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed

Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died
We found them lying, hand in hand
The dummy - and his wooden friend


الثانية:

Riding Wistful Horses
by Alastair Adamson


Sitting here and thinking how
My life much richer is now
For all the ones I've chanced upon
And the tapestry that was spun

There was a time when no one came
No friends to play in childhood game
No one to shelter from the rain
Nor the adolescent pain

Yet in my inner heart I knew
Secrets rare and secrets true
Were wishes horses, all would ride
Other dreamers by my side

Then one day I dropped my guard
I never did something so hard
In my heart I let others in
And found I had a friend

By one's and two's they gathered near
Soothing all my darkest fears
A tapestry we began to weave
And I once more believe

For youth need never fade away
As long as I can dream and play
On wistful horses I will ride
With other dreamers at my side


الثالثة: بعنوان أصدقاء

Friends
by HM3


Growing pains
Broken chains
A sad melody

Falling tears
Listening ears
A friend just for me

Reaching out
Sharing doubt
When life gets me down

Hands to clutch
Gentle touch
Can turn me around

Spoken words
Softly heard
Cognitivity

Holding tight
Loving light
Calm serenity

الرابعة: نعمة الأصدقاء

The Gift Of Friends
by Karin Schaefer


There are days when
bubbling from us comes
the innocent child within
who giggles at the little things
and wears a silly grin

There are days when
melancholy comes to
visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak
we have no strength to smile

There are days when
joy abundant
grabs a hold of you and me
wraps us up in all it's splendor
lifts us up and sets us free

There are days when
sorrow wraps us
in its cloak of grief and fear
'till our hearts ache to the breaking
'till our eyes can't shed a tear

There are days when
love bestows us
with its wonderment and light
with its beauty and its mystery
its power and its might.

And there are days when
life rewards us
and seems to make amends
by granting us a marvelous gift
the precious gift of Friends

الرجاء عدم التردد بطلب المساعدة...

مع تحياتي...

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عـــــــــذاب نــــــــون...

والله يا عذاب نون إنك غمرتني بلطفك الفياض .... وأنا عاجز عن تقديم الشكر لك بقدر ما قدمته لي من خدمات تنم عن أخلاقك العالية .....



والف الف شكر لك عزيزي على هذه المساعدة الكبيره التي تعكس مدى تمرسك في مجال الشعر الأجنبي وتفهمك له ومدى شاعريتك.....


وأنا والله تشرفت عندما قدمت الطلب لك وأنا واثق تمام الثقة أنك اهل لهذا الطلب ......





الف الف شكر مرة اخرى ومرات عديده على المساعدة العظيمة .......




أخوك : مـــاجــــد

مـاجــــــــــــــد...

لا شكر على واجب يا عزيزي...أتمنى بأن حازت القصائد عى اعجابك...أما الآن، فسوف آخذك الى القصيدة التالية...أيضا في الصداقة...أتمنى بأن تنال اعجابك لمن يستحقها في حياتك...

أما عن العظمة، فهي لله يا أخي الفاضل...

القصيدة: قصيدة بدون عنوان

there she goes off into her car
her hair is as black as tar
Shes so sad about the problems
shes has no time for me
see
I wonder if she even knows I'm around
she often pounds on the wall
I often hear her fall
But I know in my heart
will never be apart
from each other

القيدة الثانية: بعنوان / وردة الزعفران

Sophronia's Rose

seeded in my unconscious
rooted in my silence
cultivated in my dreams
cared for in my thoughts
Her thorns surround my heart
scratching, stinging, stabbing
feeding upon my tears
She grows in my center

Sophronia's Rose
Her blossom surrounds my center
clasping, clinging, caressing
She grows in my soul

a pedicel i cannot separate
for Her scent, i breathe
for Her petals, i endure
for Her thorns, i am complete


~db, 1998

مع خالص تحياتي وتقديري...

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عـــــــــذاب نـــــــــون: لمحبي الشعر...

اشكرك اخي عذاب نون جزيل الشكر على الإضافات الرائعه ...... ولا تحرمني من طلتك البهيه.....


وإلى الأمام .........



أخوك : مـــــــاجــــد