Hibah Shabkhez
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Muslim Pakistani Woman Poet Author Student Rhyming poetry and Flash
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🌟Le Temps du FLE vol.6🌟 Bonjour ! 😃 Voici la 6ᵉ édition de notre magazine, Le Temps du FLE ! Flipbook :
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Nightmare My scribbles are ruled by dread of a treeFear of blooms only dawn can stem – Blue the daisies glimmer on moonlit nightsAnd make us forget the day’s soft beauties:These flowers, standing in the fieldSo demurely in the sun’s rays,Swear at its moon-mirror to yieldLeaves and petals stolen by…
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Nightmare
My scribbles are ruled by dread of a treeFear of blooms only dawn can stem – Blue the daisies glimmer on moonlit nightsAnd make us forget the day’s soft beauties:These flowers, standing in the fieldSo demurely in the sun’s rays,Swear at its moon-mirror to yieldLeaves and petals stolen by days Scouring each face for the bad side,
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/06/05/nightmare/
3 days ago
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Honi Soit Qui Mal Y Pense The barks of seagulls and dogs egged us on as we stood beside the passerelle named for Senghor, two desis connected by an almost-common origin gulping French fries out of the same cone in an unspoken competition verging on the grim. We had met perhaps twice in our one…
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Honi Soit Qui Mal Y Pense
The barks of seagulls and dogs egged us on as we stood beside the passerelle named for Senghor, two desis connected by an almost-common origin gulping French fries out of the same cone in an unspoken competition verging on the grim. We had met perhaps twice in our one shared class and would not have called ourselves friends, or even real acquaintances.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/06/02/honi-soit-qui-mal-y-pense/
6 days ago
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Distrust The Heated Frazzle Of Time Tapping fingers transform shore-lapping wavesInto a flat Times o-c-e-a-nOf unmurmuring colouring-book blue How do you write thinning voices that shoveLifetimes of labour into shrugs, hurried,Resigned; then hasten to give thanks again? How do you transcribe…
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Distrust The Heated Frazzle Of Time
Tapping fingers transform shore-lapping wavesInto a flat Times o-c-e-a-nOf unmurmuring colouring-book blue How do you write thinning voices that shoveLifetimes of labour into shrugs, hurried,Resigned; then hasten to give thanks again? How do you transcribe residues of loveAnd worry in old soft brown eyes buriedDeep in sheer loneliness and fear and pain? If writing is all that history saves…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/05/29/distrust-the-heated-frazzle-of-time/
10 days ago
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Keep On Trying Holding my brain like a fishnetI march into morning,Resolving in its mesh to getThe Truth, and life’s Purpose The frying-spoon of the sky poursCloud-whites on the sun’s yolks.Set to catch Beauty, my luresHook me a shame-laced joy I out-glare the crisping sun's frills,Scourge my mind…
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Keep On Trying
Holding my brain like a fishnetI march into morning,Resolving in its mesh to getThe Truth, and life’s Purpose The frying-spoon of the sky poursCloud-whites on the sun’s yolks.Set to catch Beauty, my luresHook me a shame-laced joy I out-glare the crisping sun's frills,Scourge my mind of breakfast:Make it do meditation drillsTo induce Profound Thoughts. Now all sunrises smell of eggWith freshly toasted bread;And sunsets, my sonnet-churns, begInstead for meat and rice.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/05/26/keep-on-trying/
13 days ago
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Flying Home From A Monolingual Land In this city never seen, yet flown through five timesOur tin crate has landed; we are stranded once moreWith a glum sweaty hour to while away, frettingFiddling with a playlist, lolling, whittling lame rhymesBefore this dang plane takes off again for LahoreFor my…
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Flying Home From A Monolingual Land
In this city never seen, yet flown through five timesOur tin crate has landed; we are stranded once moreWith a glum sweaty hour to while away, frettingFiddling with a playlist, lolling, whittling lame rhymesBefore this dang plane takes off again for LahoreFor my home where the sun will soon now be setting Black shoe, black shoe, change your shoe.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/05/22/flying-home-from-a-monolingual-land/
17 days ago
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Essay Skeletons Still they haunt us, the fluffy uninked ghostsOf ideas that fall by the waysideWhen we whittle down their fluttering hostsTo huileux essay skeletons that glide On while they are torn Apart by your pen. Essay skeletonsAre fatal scythes for the forlorn fleetingWhirligig rays of…
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Essay Skeletons
Still they haunt us, the fluffy uninked ghostsOf ideas that fall by the waysideWhen we whittle down their fluttering hostsTo huileux essay skeletons that glide On while they are torn Apart by your pen. Essay skeletonsAre fatal scythes for the forlorn fleetingWhirligig rays of unorbited sunsHungering for a home in a penned thing About to be born.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/05/19/essay-skeletons/
20 days ago
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Yeşil atlar Horses are not green. You don't exist. There are no such things as green horses. But I see you standing there, my green, green, green, green horses, with just a touch of brown where your hooves meet the gravel. At first I told everyone about you, strangers and unstrangers alike. But…
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Yeşil atlar
Horses are not green. You don't exist. There are no such things as green horses. But I see you standing there, my green, green, green, green horses, with just a touch of brown where your hooves meet the gravel. At first I told everyone about you, strangers and unstrangers alike. But each time they laughed you faded a little, you aged a little, you became a little less green.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/05/15/yesil-atlar/
24 days ago
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Yesternight Looming, crackling, creaking monstrous secrets,My berry-holder, washed by dark green wavesOnly wheeled things could traverse, stood half drownedIn the clouds. To battle all the birds’ threatsTo my fruit I would have leapt, but the lawsOf wobbly legs held me down. Efforts crownedIn…
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Yesternight
Looming, crackling, creaking monstrous secrets,My berry-holder, washed by dark green wavesOnly wheeled things could traverse, stood half drownedIn the clouds. To battle all the birds’ threatsTo my fruit I would have leapt, but the lawsOf wobbly legs held me down. Efforts crownedIn later years with giddy triumphs failTo dim the rage that still does not avail…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/05/12/yesternight/
27 days ago
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Mourn Us Moths Bio, lit, ink, we moths are all in the endDriven to flames by unwithstood forces;Bio-moths, like sunflowers, know naught; intendTo draw life from the purest of sources: They burn to a crisp in their quest. Lit-moths are zealots, burning with reasonWedged in the steel-tip of a…
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Mourn Us Moths
Bio, lit, ink, we moths are all in the endDriven to flames by unwithstood forces;Bio-moths, like sunflowers, know naught; intendTo draw life from the purest of sources: They burn to a crisp in their quest. Lit-moths are zealots, burning with reasonWedged in the steel-tip of a nocked arrow;Glory blinds them to the fatal prisonHoarding wingdust and erst-moth ash to show:
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/05/08/mourn-us-moths/
about 1 month ago
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Yalan Yalan Yalan When your knife carved out a sliceFrom the butter, when your handTore the rose from its thorn-landI heard them each whisper thrice I forgive you for dying Forgive me for living on.
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Yalan Yalan Yalan
When your knife carved out a sliceFrom the butter, when your handTore the rose from its thorn-landI heard them each whisper thrice I forgive you for dying Forgive me for living on.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/05/05/yalan-yalan-yalan/
about 1 month ago
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Pearls Of Wisdom From The Ancestors ‘One race alone matters, this you must win:It’s about the money you can bring in. Win, and it does not matterHow or why or what you wonNor what you lost in its stead You won.’ ‘Yes, but you don't -’ ‘Just so. Therefore, I know Winners bask in the sun the…
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Pearls Of Wisdom From The Ancestors
‘One race alone matters, this you must win:It’s about the money you can bring in. Win, and it does not matterHow or why or what you wonNor what you lost in its stead You won.’ ‘Yes, but you don't -’ ‘Just so. Therefore, I know Winners bask in the sun the livelong dayIn a world schooled to clap and look their way’
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/05/01/pearls-of-wisdom-from-the-ancestors/
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🌟Le Temps du FLE vol.6🌟 Bonjour ! 😃 Voici la 6ᵉ édition de notre magazine, Le Temps du FLE ! Flipbook :
archive.org/details/le-t...
Short :
youtu.be/RIGMvt-qGLo?...
Bonne lecture !
#apfp
#letempsdufle
about 1 month ago
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Under Pressure The little poem-seeds float in like driftwood, knocking upon my brain’s grey doors, and find them shut by a self-induced frenzy. Shakespeare wrote King Lear, Newton the Principia, and I’m bingeing on chips and fantasy series, or cleaning, or washing things, or pulling another…
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Under Pressure
The little poem-seeds float in like driftwood, knocking upon my brain’s grey doors, and find them shut by a self-induced frenzy. Shakespeare wrote King Lear, Newton the Principia, and I’m bingeing on chips and fantasy series, or cleaning, or washing things, or pulling another ice-cream out of the fridge, because the dead don’t get ice-cream, so I might as well eat as much of it as I can.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/04/28/under-pressure/
about 1 month ago
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Quasimodo’s Last Walk So think, as you now look up through the old dry Branches of winter, of the cryHe gave for the sky’s blue suffused with yellow That never turned green for him, thoughEnvy’s colours blotched the world below at will, Pacing and drumming his finger, Watched by his dove…
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Quasimodo’s Last Walk
So think, as you now look up through the old dry Branches of winter, of the cryHe gave for the sky’s blue suffused with yellow That never turned green for him, thoughEnvy’s colours blotched the world below at will, Pacing and drumming his finger, Watched by his dove Left foot – On stone, always on stone; thus by…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/04/24/quasimodos-last-walk/
about 2 months ago
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Jaggednesses I spin around it once, and it is a world of joyI spin around it twice, and it begins to annoyI spin around it thrice, and loathe a snaky tree-branch I am filled with a darkling rage no birdsong can blanchI spin around it quatrice, cinquice, it is pure hell -Then a feather quivers on…
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Jaggednesses
I spin around it once, and it is a world of joyI spin around it twice, and it begins to annoyI spin around it thrice, and loathe a snaky tree-branch I am filled with a darkling rage no birdsong can blanchI spin around it quatrice, cinquice, it is pure hell -Then a feather quivers on the grass, and all is well
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/04/21/jaggednesses/
about 2 months ago
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Zoom In-Out-In and Cry Earth o’ mine green red brown and blue,They ask me which colour you areAnd laugh when I cannot answer. Could I lie you were one all through?But from your green sparkles the rose,That coy inveterate dancer; And the blue cusp of the sky, trueTo its word, thaws to white, then…
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Zoom In-Out-In and Cry
Earth o’ mine green red brown and blue,They ask me which colour you areAnd laugh when I cannot answer. Could I lie you were one all through?But from your green sparkles the rose,That coy inveterate dancer; And the blue cusp of the sky, trueTo its word, thaws to white, then brownGasps out a purple cloud-prancer…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/04/17/zoom-in-out-in-and-cry/
about 2 months ago
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Copyright Claim Why is a human accounted sole authorOf these words? Where is the name of the treeThat your axes came to steal and slaughter? Reader, hear ye the second pen insideThis tale? Wielded by a quick sylvan handThrough the line-spacings it will glide and slideInto open hearts the lore of…
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Copyright Claim
Why is a human accounted sole authorOf these words? Where is the name of the treeThat your axes came to steal and slaughter? Reader, hear ye the second pen insideThis tale? Wielded by a quick sylvan handThrough the line-spacings it will glide and slideInto open hearts the lore of our land So name also the treeghost that lives hereBy your ink first trapped and now set half-freeIn word-insects spiked and looping like hair.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/04/14/copyright-claim/
about 2 months ago
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Neither To Nor Of Me ‘In your future, I see death,’ said the meme,Neither to nor of me. I pseudo-shruggedAt the little gold box whose sturdy gleamServed as pea-plant support for my fingers I answered, with consciously feeble wit‘Yes, and so? Every future holds death, no?’And every present too that…
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Neither To Nor Of Me
‘In your future, I see death,’ said the meme,Neither to nor of me. I pseudo-shruggedAt the little gold box whose sturdy gleamServed as pea-plant support for my fingers I answered, with consciously feeble wit‘Yes, and so? Every future holds death, no?’And every present too that is unlitBy hope. But that was not why I scrolled past…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/04/10/neither-to-nor-of-me/
about 2 months ago
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Breadwinner They cast him out, the superfluous one, the un-needed one, the one whose crime it was to be one-too-many. He spent the days sighing under swishing trees, mourning his way along the length of rivers and lakes, reading taunts into the cackling of the geese. His were all the words and the…
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Breadwinner
They cast him out, the superfluous one, the un-needed one, the one whose crime it was to be one-too-many. He spent the days sighing under swishing trees, mourning his way along the length of rivers and lakes, reading taunts into the cackling of the geese. His were all the words and the only words in that vast, vast expanse; but supremacy must have a smarting audience, or the exultation ebbs limply away.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/04/07/breadwinner/
2 months ago
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Quench Thus Your Grief Enter her old kitchen where laughter grewFrom milk-moustaches, long after childhoodHad gone west with its toy-plane dogfights, trueTo the tick-tocking of the now-still clocks When you hear the news. Even moonlight cannot turn the rust whiteThat comes from a decade's…
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Quench Thus Your Grief
Enter her old kitchen where laughter grewFrom milk-moustaches, long after childhoodHad gone west with its toy-plane dogfights, trueTo the tick-tocking of the now-still clocks When you hear the news. Even moonlight cannot turn the rust whiteThat comes from a decade's imprisonment.Look at the knotted-up swing on the right,Remember how its silver used to blanch,
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/04/03/quench-thus-your-grief/
2 months ago
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A Wraith Named Happiness Said Over porch-steps, door-mats, window-sashes I slide; a waif with tangled hair,Slipping through translucented blind-slashes With the doomed ardour of despair. Your forebears quested lifetimes for my grace, Now I haunt you who should hunt me;Under the wrinkling white…
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A Wraith Named Happiness Said
Over porch-steps, door-mats, window-sashes I slide; a waif with tangled hair,Slipping through translucented blind-slashes With the doomed ardour of despair. Your forebears quested lifetimes for my grace, Now I haunt you who should hunt me;Under the wrinkling white bulblight you place Hack-work, which my home shall not be. Seeking me, alas! Is not now your care: In your own court you stand accused…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/03/31/a-wraith-named-happiness-said/
2 months ago
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Six Translations Of A Painting Seen From A Train ONEFive smiling children sitting in a rowOne fidgets and stubs his big toeBut dares not stop smiling. The squeezed endsOf his eyes like dried rivers flowFrom nothing to nothing. TWOFour smiles will the pencil to move fasterOne wills it not to stop,…
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Six Translations Of A Painting Seen From A Train
ONEFive smiling children sitting in a rowOne fidgets and stubs his big toeBut dares not stop smiling. The squeezed endsOf his eyes like dried rivers flowFrom nothing to nothing. TWOFour smiles will the pencil to move fasterOne wills it not to stop, masterThe art of eternal movement that sendsCoins home for bread.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/03/27/six-translations-of-a-painting-seen-from-a-train/
2 months ago
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Chew Toffees We areChew toffees inside packets of éclairsSea-salt in firni, honey on fried eggs,Always and forever out of place. If all this were smoothed away, forgottenOur hearts would find new dreams to break overTrapped in untrusted new joys verbotenBy fear of being caught in imposture. We…
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Chew Toffees
We areChew toffees inside packets of éclairsSea-salt in firni, honey on fried eggs,Always and forever out of place. If all this were smoothed away, forgottenOur hearts would find new dreams to break overTrapped in untrusted new joys verbotenBy fear of being caught in imposture. We areWinter's cold water, hot in summer’s glaresBunties to be diced by zero's dregs,
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/03/24/chew-toffees/
3 months ago
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The Recipe for Spreading Happiness 1. Collect clouds. The clouds that are now never were before and never will be again, never quite, never just so; draw their ghosts, flood them with colour, fill them up with tick-mark birds, and let them grin triumphantly in limbo at not being caught after all.…
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The Recipe for Spreading Happiness
1. Collect clouds. The clouds that are now never were before and never will be again, never quite, never just so; draw their ghosts, flood them with colour, fill them up with tick-mark birds, and let them grin triumphantly in limbo at not being caught after all. 2. Collect branches. Weave them into and out of the clouds, all of them: the bare brown twigs, the dancing leaves and their shadows, the palm-fronds stuck on with glue to rotund trunks, and let them tell you their story-dreams in all the languages of the world and in none.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/03/20/the-recipe-for-spreading-happiness/
3 months ago
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Elegy For Colour Pencils Reduced To Stubs You who gave us sunset-clouds so orange The world shuddered, you with your skiesOf piercing white-slashed blue on nail-thrones strangeBut quite ungrotesque in their beaming pride: We have shorn you to nail-tip stumps, And boxed you all up to cast you…
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Elegy For Colour Pencils Reduced To Stubs
You who gave us sunset-clouds so orange The world shuddered, you with your skiesOf piercing white-slashed blue on nail-thrones strangeBut quite ungrotesque in their beaming pride: We have shorn you to nail-tip stumps, And boxed you all up to cast you aside. Yours were the yellow suns of perfect trust In making something beautiful.Yours were the gardens where the flowers just…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/03/17/elegy-for-colour-pencils-reduced-to-stubs/
3 months ago
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Rogue Stories If the moon is a torch cutting the palmOf the night, and the stars scream light to calmDespairs we learnt rather to shun than ease;Will you then pluck an ink-ray from the swarm To build me a cosmos of fresh glories,Of poems about bitter giving-trees?Tell this tale too: add bricks of…
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Rogue Stories
If the moon is a torch cutting the palmOf the night, and the stars scream light to calmDespairs we learnt rather to shun than ease;Will you then pluck an ink-ray from the swarm To build me a cosmos of fresh glories,Of poems about bitter giving-trees?Tell this tale too: add bricks of fresh-cream cakeTo your universe made up of stories…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/03/13/rogue-stories/
3 months ago
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Malware I want to slyly install my sadnessInto your brain, like malware. Load it And explode it. How many words do I need to tell you,How many I’m fines of gladness, That I am through? When you winced away from the sliced eggIts stodgy whites and crumbling yolks, Diced up cloaks For the first…
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Malware
I want to slyly install my sadnessInto your brain, like malware. Load it And explode it. How many words do I need to tell you,How many I’m fines of gladness, That I am through? When you winced away from the sliced eggIts stodgy whites and crumbling yolks, Diced up cloaks For the first truth and the last, I did beg…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/03/10/malware/
3 months ago
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Dream-Flour Loss is what dreams are made of. Could be made of. Would be made of. Should be made of.Sleep sends us dragons instead. We curse those who slaughterLove. Fling trembling children under duress Into the cold water And call it eustress.
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Dream-Flour
Loss is what dreams are made of. Could be made of. Would be made of. Should be made of.Sleep sends us dragons instead. We curse those who slaughterLove. Fling trembling children under duress Into the cold water And call it eustress.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/03/06/dream-flour/
3 months ago
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Quail Before Me “Quail before me! O mighty warriors, quail before me! Quail before –”“There is no need to shout,” said a gravelly voice from just above the bench. I turned around to find myself being looked up and down by a portly brown bird with a beetling yellow mono-brow. “Your mighty warriors…
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Quail Before Me
“Quail before me! O mighty warriors, quail before me! Quail before –”“There is no need to shout,” said a gravelly voice from just above the bench. I turned around to find myself being looked up and down by a portly brown bird with a beetling yellow mono-brow. “Your mighty warriors appear to have deserted you, but you do have my attention.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/03/03/quail-before-me/
3 months ago
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Hide Me, Sandcastle, From This Wave I am in every future of this sphereTwo, ten, a thousand years from now.Though I know it cannot be, this realm whereThrough earthquake and heartbreak I vow As I climb each hill To endure, it is all I can conjureWhen you speak to me of Earth’s end.The…
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Hide Me, Sandcastle, From This Wave
I am in every future of this sphereTwo, ten, a thousand years from now.Though I know it cannot be, this realm whereThrough earthquake and heartbreak I vow As I climb each hill To endure, it is all I can conjureWhen you speak to me of Earth’s end.The avalanche is but falling salt, mere Jest. For I have not seen snow bend…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/02/27/hide-me-sandcastle-from-this-wave/
3 months ago
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This House Believes … In true v truthy, this house knows which one It would fain doubt;But 'twas the truthy, truthier, truthiest Who kept truthiness out. This house believes in honouring the past And marching on;In bidding our children too not restore What's left when we are gone. This house…
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This House Believes …
In true v truthy, this house knows which one It would fain doubt;But 'twas the truthy, truthier, truthiest Who kept truthiness out. This house believes in honouring the past And marching on;In bidding our children too not restore What's left when we are gone. This house believes love is not the answer, But the question.This house accepts the right of the flower To transform into fruit.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/02/24/this-house-believes/
3 months ago
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Respair Moonlight translated nights for me, And sunlight the day; But I could not stayCould not learn to listen. The tree Held for me just timber and fruit. Never flowers, nor Little nub-eyes forThe spring. I learnt to salute, To covet only power. But in each shower,Filled with regrets, I…
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Respair
Moonlight translated nights for me, And sunlight the day; But I could not stayCould not learn to listen. The tree Held for me just timber and fruit. Never flowers, nor Little nub-eyes forThe spring. I learnt to salute, To covet only power. But in each shower,Filled with regrets, I now seek out fresh smell-secrets.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/02/20/respair/
4 months ago
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The Destiny Tree The destiny tree,Dark gnarled and secretly wick, Claws at you and me Across eye spacesTwisting phoenix-glass specks prance Bloated toad-faces Yearning for their ilk,Bucking the frothing cream foam, Words spurt like hot milk
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The Destiny Tree
The destiny tree,Dark gnarled and secretly wick, Claws at you and me Across eye spacesTwisting phoenix-glass specks prance Bloated toad-faces Yearning for their ilk,Bucking the frothing cream foam, Words spurt like hot milk
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/02/17/the-destiny-tree/
4 months ago
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I Know Why As in my warmly blanketed comfort IDevour reams of torment and miseryWith lusting, shuddering glee, I know why.I know the hushed why of all history. I who wince and cradle a stubbed toeRead of the sleep-robbed, the starved, the scourgedAnd with absolute certainty I knowThat’s not me. I…
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I Know Why
As in my warmly blanketed comfort IDevour reams of torment and miseryWith lusting, shuddering glee, I know why.I know the hushed why of all history. I who wince and cradle a stubbed toeRead of the sleep-robbed, the starved, the scourgedAnd with absolute certainty I knowThat’s not me. I would have survived, emerged Glorious. Unbroken in soul if not…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/02/13/i-know-why/
4 months ago
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Cherries The cherries. Ah yes. Someone must guard the King's cherries, to make sure no poisoner may reach them. But the guard, naturally, deserves some recompense ... He popped the first cherry into his mouth, squinting out of the narrow gap between window and shutter at all the rich idiots…
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Cherries
The cherries. Ah yes. Someone must guard the King's cherries, to make sure no poisoner may reach them. But the guard, naturally, deserves some recompense ... He popped the first cherry into his mouth, squinting out of the narrow gap between window and shutter at all the rich idiots pea-cocking outside, preening and showing off their glossy feathers under the golden rays of the evening sun.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/02/10/cherries/
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Hibah Shabkhez
Trampoline Poetry
4 months ago
Trampoline #30.12 is excited to have poems by
@hibahshabkhez.bsky.social
,
@blackcattales.bsky.social
, and Ron Riekki.
www.trampolinepoetry.com
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Trampoline Poetry
Trampoline Poetry
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Thou Shalt Tell The Truthy If you would have me hear your truth, my friendFirst listen to mine. And then we shall standBefore mirrors that reply without endTo ‘Who is the truthiest in the land?’ You. You. You. ‘Thou shalt speak’ we tell each child. ‘in wordsandOf not-lies, beach-grains that…
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Thou Shalt Tell The Truthy
If you would have me hear your truth, my friendFirst listen to mine. And then we shall standBefore mirrors that reply without endTo ‘Who is the truthiest in the land?’ You. You. You. ‘Thou shalt speak’ we tell each child. ‘in wordsandOf not-lies, beach-grains that swallow their blue’Know all things, save thyself, truthier than true…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/02/06/thou-shalt-tell-the-truthy/
4 months ago
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Bones of Coral I hear the scraping sounds you used to impaleLife. Like wind-driven linen forced to grow staleOn frost-stripped branches, you captured from the stormSounds on the flimsiest hand-rake wood can form:A pencil. I hear your trees say “We inhale The spring more slowly than the rest. We…
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Bones of Coral
I hear the scraping sounds you used to impaleLife. Like wind-driven linen forced to grow staleOn frost-stripped branches, you captured from the stormSounds on the flimsiest hand-rake wood can form:A pencil. I hear your trees say “We inhale The spring more slowly than the rest. We exhaleMore gently the stiffness biting our bones, wailMore softly, lest our grip fail as we grow warm”
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/02/03/bones-of-coral/
4 months ago
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Pencil-Drawn Boundaries Stumbling on the ridges in wry-mouthed mirth My cold square fingers trace out loud The grey sliver severing sky and earth, The pure child-stern lines of each cloud Pressing inward through the nib-enfrailed page To a side bereft of colour,Where the black-gowned lives…
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Pencil-Drawn Boundaries
Stumbling on the ridges in wry-mouthed mirth My cold square fingers trace out loud The grey sliver severing sky and earth, The pure child-stern lines of each cloud Pressing inward through the nib-enfrailed page To a side bereft of colour,Where the black-gowned lives tread one kind of stage And the white-robed ones the other.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/01/30/pencil-drawn-boundaries/
4 months ago
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Name Place Animal Thing The first volleys are gifs, cannon thunderFor our e-march towards shared moments. Next,We shall tussle with the borrowed grimacesAnd quirky grins of random emojis. Now we wait to see who shall first blunderInto words, yield to the desire to textInstead of waging war with…
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Name Place Animal Thing
The first volleys are gifs, cannon thunderFor our e-march towards shared moments. Next,We shall tussle with the borrowed grimacesAnd quirky grins of random emojis. Now we wait to see who shall first blunderInto words, yield to the desire to textInstead of waging war with false faces.Then we'll call to resume hostilities. We’ll snap and snarl and jeer, go on mockingEach other and all the world. HappinessIs still forbidden treasure, like playingWhispered word-games in quilt-tented darkness.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/01/27/name-place-animal-thing/
4 months ago
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To-Do List Snooze your phone once with bewilderment, then with anger, and finally with groaning resignation. Stumble out bleary-eyed and catch the bus, gulping down the chocolate-coated energy bar you made a New Year’s resolution to give up. As you glare in undisguised envy at people with seats,…
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To-Do List
Snooze your phone once with bewilderment, then with anger, and finally with groaning resignation. Stumble out bleary-eyed and catch the bus, gulping down the chocolate-coated energy bar you made a New Year’s resolution to give up. As you glare in undisguised envy at people with seats, wonder if you should buy the thirty-egg carton or the twelve-egg carton, given that the thirty-egg one always expires before you can use more than half but still costs less per egg than the twelve-egg one.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/01/23/to-do-list/
5 months ago
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Headcanons The first story is the last. It bleeds trueThough it is made up of stolen sliversAll hacked out haphazardly from diversPlaces: A high-mountain farm housing blueBlood. A horse set on by wolves in the snowA dark hooded stranger to the rescue. The first story, long forsaken, lives onCast…
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Headcanons
The first story is the last. It bleeds trueThough it is made up of stolen sliversAll hacked out haphazardly from diversPlaces: A high-mountain farm housing blueBlood. A horse set on by wolves in the snowA dark hooded stranger to the rescue. The first story, long forsaken, lives onCast aside, scorned, it will not cease to be:
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/01/20/headcanons/
5 months ago
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Come, Roam This Greyerosity With Me This thing pumping blood in my chest Loves clichés,Those socially accepted ways to rest The blame on the world, and save – not the soul,But its own dregs, worn and unwhole, And gaze At all things in a bleak monochromy Made fairBy skins shaded, set…
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Come, Roam This Greyerosity With Me
This thing pumping blood in my chest Loves clichés,Those socially accepted ways to rest The blame on the world, and save – not the soul,But its own dregs, worn and unwhole, And gaze At all things in a bleak monochromy Made fairBy skins shaded, set colour-free – Well, here’s the cliché: If your home must turn greyTo be loved, there’s naught left to say, Is there?
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/01/16/come-roam-this-greyerosity-with-me/
5 months ago
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X.A- X.E- or X.I- ? A sock wriggling just out of reachUnder the bed, it burns my lipsIt burns my stretching finger-tips,The word for this, the other wordCrannied off after being heardOr read somewhere. I wring out each Crease, dust and destroy. If I canNot find one word, what right have ITo…
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X.A- X.E- or X.I- ?
A sock wriggling just out of reachUnder the bed, it burns my lipsIt burns my stretching finger-tips,The word for this, the other wordCrannied off after being heardOr read somewhere. I wring out each Crease, dust and destroy. If I canNot find one word, what right have ITo language at all? If I dye…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/01/13/x-a-x-e-or-x-i/
5 months ago
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Rent In Twain The eagle within me dreams of soaringAbove aught that in earth-tied eyes may gleam:Plucking the richest prey out of the plainTo the echo of wails and vain roaring;Brooding over the talon-scarred bones,Adding daily more tokens of the slain,Vaunting each triumph with a savage…
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Rent In Twain
The eagle within me dreams of soaringAbove aught that in earth-tied eyes may gleam:Plucking the richest prey out of the plainTo the echo of wails and vain roaring;Brooding over the talon-scarred bones,Adding daily more tokens of the slain,Vaunting each triumph with a savage scream;Queen of a lofty realm all of hushed stones. The sparrow within me dreams of making…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/01/09/rent-in-twain/
5 months ago
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Look Look. ‘Look’ said each wondrous comical hodgepodge of illustrations. Just one word, the perfect invitation to draw in a child. I spent hours staring at each page, whispering the word like an incantation as I mined it for stories, or put in the ones I’d read and heard, from Goldilocks and Red…
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Look
Look. ‘Look’ said each wondrous comical hodgepodge of illustrations. Just one word, the perfect invitation to draw in a child. I spent hours staring at each page, whispering the word like an incantation as I mined it for stories, or put in the ones I’d read and heard, from Goldilocks and Red Riding Hood to The Three Little Pigs and Puss In Boots.
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/01/06/look/
5 months ago
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Hoarders A squirrel stole a cheese slice from my plate And began to dust off one edgeI would have chased it screaming to the gate But that it sang to me of me. ‘Half of this cheese I must give to the rats Who taught me theft. A fourth must goTo the forces that guard us from the cats,
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Hoarders
A squirrel stole a cheese slice from my plate And began to dust off one edgeI would have chased it screaming to the gate But that it sang to me of me. ‘Half of this cheese I must give to the rats Who taught me theft. A fourth must goTo the forces that guard us from the cats,
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2026/01/02/hoarders/
5 months ago
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Darning She is always darning the frayed fabricOf things. Socks or sentences, she contrivesTo darn them, with the needle and the word. Like the pruning spade, she heeds the warningClink of steel against roots. Though something loth,She locks word threads and sound cloth in a truce. Where a simple…
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Darning
She is always darning the frayed fabricOf things. Socks or sentences, she contrivesTo darn them, with the needle and the word. Like the pruning spade, she heeds the warningClink of steel against roots. Though something loth,She locks word threads and sound cloth in a truce. Where a simple seam would mend, her darningIs forced always to masquerade as cloth,
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2025/12/30/darning/
5 months ago
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🌟Le Temps du FLE vol.5🌟 Bonjour ! 😃 Voici la 5ᵉ édition de notre magazine, Le Temps du FLE ! Flipbook :
archive.org/details/le-t...
Short :
youtu.be/BjuEMCvFR6A?...
Bonne lecture !
#apfp
#letempsdufle
5 months ago
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Glue Stick Born of melted bone-stew, my first forbearsWere conjured to bind and to sustain. PouredInto the cracks and creases of your wares,They sealed flaws forever. Then you soured On such strength, and so We started to growWeaker. Latest of the line, a stick-shapedBlob in a tube, I do but…
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Glue Stick
Born of melted bone-stew, my first forbearsWere conjured to bind and to sustain. PouredInto the cracks and creases of your wares,They sealed flaws forever. Then you soured On such strength, and so We started to growWeaker. Latest of the line, a stick-shapedBlob in a tube, I do but briefly bindPaper to paper. Your hands boiled and draped…
https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/2025/12/26/glue-stick/
5 months ago
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