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Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
You're the scourge
You're a dreaded hunter
You've taken more lives
Than the atomic bomb of Hiroshima
Though you're not the the tsunami
Still wrought devastation in your wake
Still you're worst than the bubonic plaque
You've taken so many lives
Lives so dear lives I had cherished
You're not the star of cancer in astronomy
Or other stars we choose to believe to follow
Taken in their advice good or bad or hollow
You lurks within me as you're lurking
In our bodies in all of us dwell
in our cells like a serial killer
Your stalking in our brains in bones our organs
In blood in spines and ******* in our abdomens
When triggered ready to unleash your mutant armies
With menifestation tumours with your vile
Chemical weapon
You're the foe great adversary
Defeated young and old women and men
And you've depleted many of my friends
So untouchable no elixirs no antidotes
Known to us no findings research of note
Has found the answer has found any cure
To your corrosive venom potent power
If death comes first I will have overtaken thee
And will in living ye overcome subdue me?
We shall see.
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
This trinket this tiny beads of fashionable
Necklace
Of stones not acrylic or rhinestones but from
Rocks
May not be seen in trinket shops or in some
Glass case
Rocks of the Alps looked like little trivial chalks
Now
In one of my traveling that I found the trinket
For her
The small stones tugged at my longing heart
At home her eyes alighted she ask "can I have
This father?"
And I bought her this trinket piece of tiny art
This trinket fashioned from boulders of rocks
To obsidian glistening pearls round her neck
She wore it well matched her hair her pretty
Little locks
Cost me a little fortune but with this tiny trinket
I can looked back
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
She's a crazy blonde and she's funny
She can do no right and she can do no wrong
An astronaut and a 2000 year old genie
In a bottle and somehow they've to get along

Barbara Eden and Larry Hagman are the stars
Of the show hilarious in awkward moments
"Is my master upset with me?" She always asks
Yet coy when he can get whatever he wants

Winks and nobs transformed in the blink of an eye
Appear or disappear "your wish is my command"
Or "master I'm at your service." She'd say but sly
Pony tailed girlish genie often can't comprehend

Master's orders disobeyed as he acts a fool
Uncorrupted innocently gazed hands in my chin
On deserted island genie ******* clad beautiful
I was too young to know to wish for to imagine
Original Black and White 1965 tv sitcom that I enjoyed watching so much.
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
Ask
If ask I shall receive
Ask please to forgive
Ask world to be kind
I'm a sinner too blind
To see the plain truth
The stains of my youth
Oh how what can I say
So many to wash away
To those I've sinned I ask only for forgiveness
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
you're
my rainbow
the red lips alight
face golden in yellow
sun green envious sight
of  you in blouse of blue on
and hair of indigo in the sky
to glow till violet day is done
for I'm in love's starry eyed
you're a gem wanderlust
I in your spectrum
of colours
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
Untitled
Pureness bare
Unadulterated and no
Quagmire of complexities
Suspenseful infertility of ideas
What better title if I ran out of titles

Words eagles circling in my head
Swoop to my jabbing fingers
A hummingbird in rhythm
Posted a poem online
Simply entitled
Untitled
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
They kicked it and it hurled into the air
To where it landed they chased it there
In their merriment the boys barefoot all
In a village field eleven boys and one ball
With mind free of troubles in their stride
They put two meters apart only one side
Of two stout sticks marked as a goal post
Where jostled and hustled were the most

Till the ground hardly any grass and rough
On the objective to score goals on that half
Part of the field while on the other half more
Or less worn out like those shirts they wore
Only after school the homeworks they'd got
To do first before they go down to play if not

Adjacent stood rubber trees rows upon rows
The rooted fans watched them play like pros
If the rain pounded about an hour you'll see
The whole body shorts and shirts completely
Unrecognizable covered with sweat and mud
No proper rules shoes no referee nothing but
Enthusiasm and a sheer joy of playing soccer
Somewhere in a village in the north of Malaya

Now where the field stood are houses apartment
Blocks and shops no laughters and no merriment
Buildings made of concrete cement hard and cold
No more roughing kicking and chasing after a ball
And no rubber trees lining up as spectators antrall
Only a feeling of emptiness a place devoid of soul
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