Mountassir Aziz is:
– poet international and ambassador of humanity from Morrocco borth 30/3/61 Casablanca Maroc
-Teacher language arabic
-President of international forum of creativity and humanity.
-Ambassador of WIP (Nigeria) in Morrocco
-Membre and cordinator in Morrocco North Africa
Of Humanity
-Cordinator in North Africa of UWMC ( united World Movement children )
-Ambassador in north Africa of inner child presse
USA
-He has 5 Books
-He participated in 4 poetry international anthologies:
– Atunis galaxy anthology 2019
– The current international anthology of English poem Festival prime India 2019
Love Morrocco by William s Peters Sr
– The Book of the Arab Writers
Winner of excellence Award festivalului international ,,CAMPIONSHIP,2019
Poem by Aziz Mountassir title : It is war
Waiting for herself
In destruction
In harvesting prematurely
Burning the fruits
In the overheating sky
With smoke
On the closed window
On the deserted door
And sand
Like the ear, knocks
Pallor and twigs
Celebrating throttle breaths
On blood-tainted stars
A pure criminal on a family
On peace
In their zooming
Going and not seeing
Her dreams
Shelling in turns,
and the darkness
dance in the huts of light
In Opera Safety
The human crawls on to the hills
Of dust
Planted in the eye of time,
Tears
And, they steal the mellow cast
Do not look for water
To wash the forehead of orphans
And the thirst of time
I am not the one who cries
It is the fragrance of peace
Freaked out
From the shadows of life
From the date of covenants
From the books of religions
The human screams
Calls
Without nobility
Storms storms
And clouds
In front of a deep farewell
The lamp was there
We were young
The world was small
For the light of souls
my village
my city
I drew letters from a fire
And Odette dried up
The banks were built
Central corridors
Of fragments of destruction
And the lost form
Love and house
Between generations
And countries
Between joys of existence
And grueling ages
FLOWER OF YOUR TIME
I am the flower
of your time
Don’ t let me
In the hand of the sellers
Keep me in the vase
of your heart
My fragrance is your love
And my color is your dress
My thorns are your guards
Don’ t let me
In the harsh hands
Emprison me
In the cage of your chest
Water me ..
I’ m planting in you
My thirst for life
You’ re my ancient dream
I flirt with you
In my nightmares
I erase the fog
Off your beauty
And ,with my thorn bouquet ,
I make a fort to protect you
I bury your sorrow
In Automn pools
And I transform
your tear
Into dew
For you ‘re
A wonderful dream
You’ re
childhood’ s innocence
You ‘re a prayer ‘s purity
World Female ( 4)
O world female
How you bear so many meanings
A legend you are that can never be erased
You’ve filled the years
with men
Deep and sundry thoughts you are
a bliss and love
and colors on lips
Wicked is he
who calls you snake
And noble who’s been given your poison
to drink and be cured
If the world has a life
you are its life
Wake up O time
Move from the burial place of shadows
to the truth of light
For Eve is the festivity
with whom wishes are fulfilled
Aziz Mountassir