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Dreaming of Paradise - poems of struggle

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Muhammad   

» Asalamu Alaykum,

 

I dedicate this thread to Somalia, Palestine,

Iraq, Chechnya, Kashmir, Afghanistan, and to all

those living in Struggle. please take part and post your poems.

 

I think it is appropriate to start with

Tawfiq Zayyad's

 

All I Have

 

I never carried a rifle

On my shoulder

Or pulled a trigger.

All I have

Is a flute's melody

A brush to paint my dreams,

A bottle of ink.

 

All I have

Is unshakeable faith

And an infinite love

For my people in pain.

 

 

Amani

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Muhammad   

» Asalamu Alaykum,

 

Passport - Mahmoud Darwish [ Palestine ]

They did not recognize me in the shadows

That suck away my color in this Passport

And to them my wound was an exhibit

For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs

They did not recognize me,

Ah . . . Don't leave

The palm of my hand without the sun

Because the trees recognize me

All the songs of the rain recognize me

Dont' leave me pale like the moon!

 

All the birds that followed my palm

To the door of the distant airport

All the wheatfields

All the prisons

All the white tombstones

All the barbed boundaries

All the waving handkerchiefs

All the eyes

were with me,

But they dropped them from my passport

 

Stripped of my name and identity?

On a soil I nourished with my own hands?

Today Job cried out

Filling the sky:

Don't make an example of me again!

Oh, gentlemen, Prophets,

Don't ask the trees for their names

Don't ask the valleys who their mother is

From my forehead bursts the sword of light

And from my hand springs the water of the river

All the hearts of the people are my identity

So take away my passport!

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All I Have

 

I never carried a rifle

On my shoulder

Or pulled a trigger.

All I have

Is a flute's melody

A brush to paint my dreams,

A bottle of ink.

 

All I have

Is unshakeable faith

And an infinite love

For my people in pain.

 

 

Amani

beautiful ......

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J.Lee   

Somalia

So maal Caana’ah

The Land of Milk And Honey

Of Acacia and palm Trees

That kiss each other

Like old lovers

The place where

The shah placed his seat

And seeds were implanted

Yet formed roots in different places

Land of Faces of varies skin tones

Like a kaleidoscopic rainbow

but with no pot of gold at the end

Land where death is welcomed

Like a dear friend gone too long

Where Life forms flicker

Like a lit candle in the wind

I was born in this Land

that I call my home

but can't call it my own

Yet I mourn

though I have nothing at stake

I’m an ocean away

But my heart breaks

To pieces like glass that shatters

Hearing tales so cold

Of 6 year olds

Who fear old age

More than death

With every breath

Gaining optimistic pessimism

Of Lost innocence

So understand why

My eyes begin to mist

Why I see optical Illusions

Like I’m deluded

Losing sight of sight

Wishing to see peace

where my heart Met my Mind

But seeming like I’m blind

I’m not hopeless Completely

But the hope is less dearly

but I still dream of peace

thou it doesn’t dream of me

nor those eternally sleep

under 6 feet deep

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Muhammad   

^ Nice,

soo maal caqliga

carabkana u saar

bal mugtigu ha caraabee

I.A.t

 

Passing Remark

 

When they ran over her,

the mulberry tree said:

"Do what you wish,

but remember

my right to bear fruit

will never die."

Tawfiq Zayyad

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Akademik   

Speak when you’re spoken to

In this land of……………….

 

Silence is not sound, be heard without

Withdraw in this land of loudness, proud

Is not patient is be loved

 

Speak when you’re spoken to

In this land of……………….

 

Spoken words it’s his with so many words

Trying to hypnotize in my story within a vain

Story that he has spoken of

 

Speak when you’re spoken to

In this land of……………….

 

Mischiefment of the sound wives is

The truth of the silence worlds so, open

Your mouth and speak on it before the troubling

 

 

Speak when you’re spoken to

In this land of ……………….

 

Stop with the vague theories beyond your

Eyes image could ever believe, because

Destiny is result of karma

 

 

IIN-SHA-ALLAH xaq will come!!

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