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Mohamed Nasir Apr 2018
I'd love to live in a nice home by the sea
High above on the cliffs with a birds eye view
Below sailboats joyously flapping sails
Like butterflies flitting amongst flowers.

Fumes of mist riding on gentle breeze
Whilst salting everything it touches
Boulders skin head giants half submerged
Guardsmen protect my home by the sea.

Further out the beach like no man's land
Low tide ***** busy burrowed pin holes
Depositing tiny droplets of sand nearby
Entrances of it's shifting homes by the sea.

Weary of snipers scurry hole to hole
Staying low in the holes as the tides come
In the mornings beach combers, joggers,
Criss crossing by my home by the sea.

Curious seagulls from the lonely piers
Tankers, ships, moveable islands on the horizon
Wind can be mild, breezy, can be rough
But all is well at my home by the sea.

I'll go down winding steps to warm sand
And the teething waves welcoming me
Suppose I've millions of dollars to spend
I'd love to live in a nice home by the sea.
This poem should be read aloud.
Mohamed Nasir Apr 2018
Certain species of insects, birds
Fishes moved by instinctive action.
Animals by certain behavioral code,
By invisible rules primeval hierarchy,
By natural selection of dominant genes,
Identify and select, elect able leaders.
This is true to humans and primates.
The fittest more powerful the cleverest
Are the providers for food and protection.
The mighty conquering over the weak.
Mankind since time memorial seek
Remedial solutions for vulnerability.
They look up to leaders for leadership.

Leaders comes in all walks and sizes.
Those of esteemed virtues, acclaimed
Legendary status, heroics chisel in stones.
If tyrants unopposed, dictators idolized,
Anarchy reign from their distorted minds.
Fake leader corrupt nation kills democracy.
In God's name lift ****** sword of aggression.
Once they dictated on the throne and send
Thousands innocent sons and daughters
To castration and death. Charismatic,
Beguiled us, woo us with crafty oratory
But corrupted to the core as soon as tasted
Drank the sweetness of absolute power.

Leaders formulate laws for peace and progress,
And nation building, and not contrived laws
To suit themselves, their families and cronies.
God of all the prophets, the clergymen,
Of Kings and Queens, of dukes and Lord's
And God of the decent common man.
Send down to us blessed leaders
Who will lead by outstanding, fine example,
Who will lead us in good and trying times,
Who will not, neither womanize cheat or lies,
Who will make promises and delivers,
Who concerned about the environment,
Who weild their powers with empathy,
Who simply deserves to lead us.
Mohamed Nasir Apr 2018
Where my heart sleep is home
Though the miles and miles of journeying
Home is where my heart keep.

When in restless hours I'll roam,
When world was new aimlessly revolving,
Windows of old memories peep.

Waves on waves white as foam;
Believers plenty yet you're I'm so longing.
Where fluid time hardly do seep

Awaits reborn in purifier womb.
My hajj pilgrimage by the One beckoning
My venture of truth devotion deep.

Under a holy sojourn ancient dome;
To repent wild nights sinful tears shedding
Like crystal droplets whilst I sleep.
In rememberance of my pilgrimage to Mecca. A chance given by Almighty to clean purify myself. To repent for my countless sins and be born again renewed as new born child.
  Apr 2018 Mohamed Nasir
Cné

Through the withered branches
where the verdant leaves once grew,
I stared up at the old oak tree
against a sky of blue.

The branches stretched to heaven
as a supplicant might do.
It seemed to pray, as if to say,
"My time at last is through."

I wondered at the gnarly trunk
and limbs of twisted wood
And for a moment thought of life
and almost understood.

Life and death go hand in hand.  
Our time is our's to spend.
But like the tree against the gale,
‘tis better if we bend.

I'll pay it forward when I can.  
Thy brothers' keeper be.
I'll keep the roots well watered
and learn the lessons of the tree.

It shares the world with nestlings
and it's acorns oft abound,
To feed the hungry denizens
that glean them from the ground.

It's leaves give shade to those below.  
It's branches form a gym.
Children climb to see the world
and love this gift to them.

And as I watched, the farmer
came and laid the old husk low.
Firewood now, would be it's fate
and make the chimney glow.

Ashes unto ashes and to dust
we must return.
All of life in cycle goes
and from this I hope to learn:

This gift of life to all below,
all creatures great and small,
Is just a stop upon the trip
we travel, one and all.

Inspired by a photo shared by Melissa. Happy Earth Day!
Mohamed Nasir Apr 2018
Rich eagles monarch
Of the skies. While poor cockles
Wallowing in mud.
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