Time, the b-ch, that slips through any wisps,
Takes away your joyous loves
Of the wander that the present presents.
Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed
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Hope’s Constellation
The summer sky’s shades are all vibrant, Going from baby blue to azure to royal blue
Changing on the whim of the weather that can’t
Decide which blue suits it utmost:
Dark and depressing, or cheery and frisky?
Mainly, all are moody and try you out for a test:
Of whether its moods become yours or do you heartily
Overcome the sky’s emotional breath?
Gazing dreamily into the sky’s constellations
On a summery night, fills your breast with
Wishes and desires that abound in intentions
Of freedom to roam among them, freeing your breath.
The Constellations’ Devine joy is in being constant,
True, and unwavering attestation to God’s will:
That surmises the need for unchanged candescent
Brilliance that brings hope and faith that spill from the quill.
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Peaceful Palestine?
The terror drives their heart beats into a drum
A drummer erasing your life and turning it into a bum.
Sirens, louder than your heart’s drum,
Blare out the need to evaluate the slum.
Run, run, run faster, faster still, jump
Into the bomb shelter for fear of being a lump
On the street, another cadaver hacked in a frump.
Blood stains the streets, cars, homes, and fields
That sustain the rebellion that fights oppressives.
In a vain attempt to eradicate the beliefs
I look around, children, women, elderly, youth,
All strewn like rag dolls, puppets on strings! Truth,
They are victims of unending war for territory of faith.
What a scam, lark, lie, brainwashing schemes,
Imposing your will on others!
Keep them weak, hungry, and hopeless,
As you stomp on their rights! Bleed them,
It’s the last foray into unknow, dread for them
Terrors testify that the drum itself is to be feared. For them
Is a way of life!
Well then, do something to end the strife!
That’s no way to live a life!
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Mom, Habibti
Mother, mother, mum, mama,
Who are you?
Are you just the giver of life?
Mom, madre, mami, mam, ma,
What would you do to protect your babe?
Legal or nefarious means?
Mother, oumi, mama, Haha, mà,
How do you love equally all your babe?
Do you prefer one over another? Why?
Mam, nanay, habibti, ema, mamma,
How do you empower all your babe?
Do you compare them and demean some?
Mami, mother, mom, love, Ema,
Love me for me! Never send me away or leave me!
Mum, mother, maman, madre, Ema,
Don’t break my heart to leave,
Don’t break my heart and hate me!
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Rejoice
Jump up revive and rejoice
Life is full of constant noise
Don’t let it slip by without a voice!
Don’t let the whisper build into a noose!
Let it out, and let it boost,
Boost you into the orbit of fools!
Fools for whom life is full of drools
Laughter, and zealous pools
Of people trying not to swoon
From the pressures that life has thrown.
Jump up, rise up, and be blown
By the continuous changes that have flown,
Capture them in your heart and groom,
Tutor loved ones that life is but a broom
That sweeps away misery and doom.
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Trends
Never bound by labels and hatred
Never round the increasing bend
Never be a compelled bland
A copy of a model
They all do trend
Never blend
Like a led
Downed
Bed.
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Addiction
I’m an addict
And I know it!
I revere two of the three Cs:
Coffee, candy, and cigarettes.
I love my coffee alone with my contemplation
Of life, likes, posts, news, like a great commotion,
Flitting from one to the next trying to see
What’s best before I rest to be free.
Posts galore and replies of mine
Make my day, as the taste of Coffee
Feels like a sinful pleasure.
With my dark drink, I bite into chocolate,
And drift into a coma at heaven’s gate.
I savor the sweetness along the strength
Of body of the coffee and it’s bitterness.
Life with the morning rituals
Cake, candy, chocolate, coffee and sweets
Is like life without a hero like Ferrero,
Or Cadbury, Mars, KitKat, and Aero!
Raising the bar in a day filled
With noise, poised to litter the mind
With fear, worry, and being drear!
So my habitual start is set in stone:
Coffee, contemplation, quiet that have
A lead to social media, news, where I refuse
To succumb to its dadarkness
That needs to twist your morning addictions
Into a depressive, foggy darkness.
Let your coffee’s wisdom fill
Your empty cup with hope that will
Reject to solidify into despair,
But reaches in your depths to repair.
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Patriarchy
So men have gotten the fame they desire!
An entire day to their name! Who will enjoy it?
Who will cherish it?
Who will value the importance of it?
Who will disregard it?
Who will relate to it?
Who will abuse the power it lelt?
I know not!
What I do know is that men have a bad rap
History has turned them into a patriarchy crap
That has defined a man’s role in society,
Trying vainly to bind them into labels that are sappy.
Men and women are different. Let’s celebrate that!
Enjoy the opportunity to meld minds together,
Enjoy being amorous, friends, sons, daughter,
Binary opposites who need one another.
Don’t let social needs rule your ethics and values,
Generally, women are greater nurtures,
While men have a greater ability to withstand
Handle, and shoulder problems that grind
The heart and mind into dust, if their strength
Weren’t obvious in its existence in each breath.
Listen to the the father, son, brother talking:
They discuss how to provide for their family’s being
Proud of their conduct as they also give of themselves
To their ‘women’, children, friends, and careers.
Never underestimate the support that both
Generate to help survive in a world where debauchery,
Sin, gaslighting, deriding, racial slurring, iniquity
Are all part of our social order, that we deem both
A Necessary evil and a required critique of the unacceptable.
For change and acceptance to occur,
Time, teaching, learning, understanding don’t slur
The values of humanity, rather, they enforce them
By being more charitable, helpful, and adaptive.
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Spring Awakening
With spring comes the necessity of all that’s new,
New life, babies, flings, relationships, and few
Appreciate the changes that swing in spring.
The wind lightens into a soothing breeze,
The sun warms your frozen new bones to appease
Your growing need to bask in the sun’s kiss.
As the rain drips, falls, and poors into the solified
Ground that has preserved life in a cryogenic state
That keeps everything in a scenic embrace as if framed.
Framed by what looks like a dying ecosystemed
That slowly crawls back to life like a recently awakened
Turtle ambling at a lollylag pace that seems to Creep.
Time, like the turtle, inches forward trying to break your bones,
That solid structure that holds your flesh in place, tries
To keep you from embarrassment by keeping you upright.
However, time, the unseen entity, ephemeral, and intangible
Runs like an athlete, seeping your youth, turning it
To wisdom, faith, uniqueness, healing, power in old age.
Espouse your frailty by striving for perfection
Knowing only God adheres to that image,
While ‘man’ is inherently flawed but humane.
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Lie To Me
When leaders become violators of human rights
Using their lagging conniving techniques
To manipulate, motivate, and ensorcells
Those who are ignorant or lack intellectual acumens
To lead themselves out of a rut created by our systems
Of economic growth that preside with the material worlds,
We, the people, become their Puppets, thoughtless.
Politicians’ speeches today contain content that uses
Demeaning, derogatory, even vulgar contents
That empower one race or religion over others!
Why, why do we still follow these creatures of dissention?
Why don’t we permit ourselves to be humane and lead to a graduation
Of compassion, empathy, understanding, and humanization
Of our beings? Let us express our beliefs freely,
Without rancor, hate, or division!
Man’s abhorance for what s/he doesn’t acknowledge
As accurate, real, truly verifiable is what is limiting
His progress ethically, for s/he seems to be regressing
Into polytheism and empowering scientific knowledge
Over values that teach humanity not to stay the course
Of being altruistic to their own variety and difference.
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