"abdullah" poems
If my love can last like a river
If my heart when I see you, shivers
If my promises can make you better
Would you accept me in your life forever?
Abdullah Ayyash
April 24th, 2014
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
I can create your world
I can even destroy it all
I’m not a reckless man
Nor someone wants to fall
I just want to live a life
Where your light is the call
Where happiness is the pillar
And your love is the whole
Abdullah Ayyash
April 08th, 2014
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times]
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
The decorated dream-city will lose its
electricity for ever;
in all directions, the slogan of hyenas
will be heard only.
Going to the shade of Bodhi Tree,
I asked Gautama Buddha,
'By tasting which poisonous fruit,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre
in Myanmar? '
Hanging his head, said Gautama, 'Darkness.'
Going to Bethlehem, I asked Jesus Christ,
'By drinking which grape-juice,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre in Mosul,
Baghdad and Syria singing of democracy? '
Hanging his head, said Jesus, 'Darkness.'
Going to the holy home of Moses,
I bowed down my head and said, 'Would you
tell me, by eating which Manna and Salwa
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in killing children
and women in holy Palestine? '
Hanging his head, said Moses, 'Darkness.'
Going to Mathura city, I said to Lord Krishna,
'Please tell me, by eating which food
offering to deity, your disciples have become
insane and have been involved in massacre
in Kashmir, Delhi and Gujarat? '
Hanging his head, said Krishna, 'Darkness.'
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
Again the days of darkness have descended on earth.
I have been searching Abdul-Muttalib's son
Abdullah's house in Pharaoh's city—
in such a thick darkness, no doubt,
the Sun of the desert had risen
in the lap of Amina!
[Translated by the poet from Bengali]
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
I found a news article about the most boring day in history.
The 11th of April
1954
Literally the only thing that happened was the birth of a Turkish Academic
Abdullah Atalar
So I looked him up
“His research interests include micromachined sensors and actuators, atomic force microscopy, analog and digital integrated circuit design and linearization of RF power amplifiers. He teaches undergraduate and graduate courses on VLSI design, analog and microwave electronics.” - Wikipedia
He was boring too.
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 2:06 PM UTC
When I lay in bed,
Trying to sleep.
When I close my eyes,
Thinking so deep.
When it becomes too late,
I fall asleep.
When I dream of a dream,
I can’t upkeep.
When all my senses,
Start to seep.
To the nonexistence,
Want to creep.
That’s the moment,
Forever,
I want to keep.
Abdullah Ayyash
October 2nd, 2010
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
Take me,
wherever you go,
take my soul
Have me,
whenever you want,
have me all
I’m here for you and I’m there with you
Send me your cloud and let it rain over me
Let your grace embraces my wounded heart
The cut is so deep
Your mercy is in need
Take me,
have me,
or forever...
put me to sleep
Abdullah Ayyash
June 19th, 2013
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
Shaped lines speak
fragmented paraphrased letters
lined upon page which
turns into a paragraph
then turns into an essay
afterwards a speech now
it is approaching an idea
once that occurs now
it is an accepted statement
or value
held true with the glue
that stuck together that
first line upon the second
with one thing many people
have thought of somewhere
before once upon a universe
Where does the line get
real in our galaxy, peace / Abdullah
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
My mind is not like yours
My life goes on different road
My soul is shattered in million pieces
My heart is freezing with this cold
I need some rhythm to put my soul
The way it was, the way it ruled
I need some music to let my heart
Be warm again and be restored
Are you the rhythm I’m looking for?
Are you the soul, I want to hold?
Are you the music I need it to,
Warm my heart and make it gold?
I read some words here and there
I read some words on this board
If they have meaning, let it shows
If they do, they should be told
Abdullah Ayyash
October 22nd, 2010
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
Hopeless, is what I've become
I don’t fool myself
I don’t shed a single tear
I don’t submit with fear
I accept willingly
Tears become fuel
Fear becomes power
That’s what you’ll ever see
When I cry silently
Abdullah Ayyash
(12/09/2014)
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
*DUCT TAPE
"Abdullah Thani Faris al Andzi lost both his legs in a U.S. bombing campaign in Afghanistan while he was employed as a humanitarian aide worker. After his first leg was amputated, he was arrested by bounty hunters and turned over to U.S. forces. While in custody, his second leg was amputated. He has been held at Guantanamo since 2002, where he has received inadequate medical treatment and often been forced to walk using prosthetic limbs held together only with duct tape."
- from "poems from Guantanamo: the Detainees Speak"
~~~~~
As the bombs rain,
they tell us they are for peace.
So I ask them:
Do flowers bloom
or grass grow
held in such chains;
or seeing humans
suffer such pains?
~~~~~
Mountains weep,
and I speak in tear filled oceans,
whose ebb and flow
erode my beach of hope;
all I have left are curses
told in Arabic qasid verses.
~~~~~
As the bombs rain,
ripping apart innocent people's limbs,
they say they are for peace.
And I ask:
will birds fly
and sing their songs,
or will they,
like so many of us,
have only plastic legs
held together with duct tape?
~~redzone (Aztec Warrior) 9.23.10
(Another earlier poem I wrote using a different pen name)*
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Last July was the hottest month, ever.
That is, ever since we ‘officially’ started tracking weather.
The Earth is lying on the bathroom floor, wrists severed;
I wonder whether this is a storm we can weather,
Or whether we’ll all perish together.
Greenland lost 12.5 billion tonnes of ice sheets.
That is,
The island that was 80% ice is becoming one, giant, puddle.
The earth is about to be slain, a warrior conceding defeat;
Huddle up, give your loved ones a cuddle,
For we are so troubled that any aliens out there must be truly befuddled.
My generation was born with a guillotine looming over our heads.
An impending sense of dread,
As corporations put on their executioner’s hoods,
And reach for the lever.
A sordid reality in which to save the planet,
One must fight one’s own government;
A reality in which we may have done permanent damage,
A reality in which valour gets no monuments,
But only condemnation and incarceration.
Remember these names:
Julian Assange. Currently awaiting an 18-count indictment charge from the US.
Edward Snowden. Could face up to 30 years in prison if the US get their hands on him.
Chelsea Manning. Spent 7 years in prison.
Abdullah Öcalan. In prison since 1999.
Edem Bekirov. A man who has been dying in prison for the past year.
Benny Tai. Sentenced to over a year for fighting for what is right.
Nasser Zefzafi. In prison for the next 20 years.
Kerry Shakaboona Marshall. A man who received a life sentence aged 17 years old.
Simon Blevins, Richard Roberts, and Richard Loizou. Sentenced to over a year for fighting fracking.
Tim DeChristopher. 21 months for fighting oil and gas pipelines.
Stella Nyanzi. The raunchy Ugandan poetess who cannot be tamed, no matter how many times prison beckons.
This list is basically endless.
It is saturated in blood that drips from the corners of the page,
Soaked in the rage of brave men and women, living in a cage.
Depression. Exhaustion. Numbness.
Oppression and a lack of caution,
Leading us to this dumb mess.
This can no longer be the norm.
We can no longer conform,
Nor can we compromise or haggle;
We must reverse our own demise,
For this is our generation’s battle.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
See those who would build a Califate
Based on a dogma of pure hate
Can’t be Muslims as they state
So Muslims don’t participate
But once that is what they’ve decided
Only those who are misguided
Could tolerate or abide it
‘Cos they’re apostates who deny it
When we look at their ravages
We have to call them low-life savages
Their track record on the average is
To multiply their destructive damages
And Islam is a poor excuse
For their unique kind of abuse
Where are the good deeds they produce
That can’t be found they’re of no use
Isis can’t build an Islamic state
Because true Muslims can’t relate
To the things that they dictate
The Mumeenun won’t bite the bait
Their leader is a mad man
Who clearly doesn’t read Qu’ran
So diabolical is his plan
And wanton ****** has become his brand
Read the Qu’ran follow the sunnah
Of Prophet Muhammad ibn Abdullah
Not the dictates of a crazy mullah
Who like Shaytan is there to fool ya
Because that’s who al-Bagdadi is
A charlatan for sure square biz
Who couldn’t pass an Islamic quiz
Now that I’ve said it, there it is
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
"So if I do that, nothing can hurt me?
"No, Abdullah, it won't stop the bullets.
If someone is trying to hurt you,
you have to call the police or get help, okay?"
"Even if it's Mommy?"
"Where's daddy?"
"He's never home."
"..."
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
Sorrow eyes, like sunset
Sallow voice, like a broken flute
Get back to the world...
Sunny skies, when you smile
Happy birds, when you speak
Keep happiness alive...
It's love, you must retain
In my memories, you should remain
Get back to my world...
Abdullah Ayyash
April 25th, 2014
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Tell me about the time
When you were a divine flower
Tell me about the days
When you gave the sun its power
Tell me about the life you’ve used
Building your tower
Tell me what to use for my tears
When they **** happiness with your fire
Just tell me…
Just show me…
Just whisper…
I can no longer wait
I can no longer stay
I can no longer live
More than just an hour
Abdullah Ayyash
May 8th, 2014
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
Read me...
Keep your judgment away
Call me...
Not if you want to play
Follow me...
Like me...
Love me...
Stay with me...
I'll be yours every day
Abdullah Ayyash
October 3rd, 2014
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC