"ahmed" poems
i.
Happy birthday
To thee, dearest
Friend. Mayest
This remembrance of birth
Be another year for thou
To thinkest of none end's;
But a brighter tommorrow.
ii.
Resteth gal sarah,
Put away all of
Thine sorrow's,
Didst thou not
Knoweth; there's
A God who breaketh
The alshshayatin
Who cometh against
Thee.
iii.
Thou art not alone,
As me and mine Jane
Art alway's there to
Be, a friend in need.
Growing seed's, to
Help-another grow.
iv.
Mayest the morrow
Be for thou, as white
As snow; mayest the
Seraphim, who surround's
Thy worries and protects
Thy home, showeth
Thee the light above thine tear's.
Smile mine friend, a friend is here.
Mayest thy sight be clear, and thy crown
Be uplifted and flared. As the world's glare
Hast betrayed thine eye's. Observeth upward
Wherein paradise lies; as thou wilt hath wing's one day
O' laureate of poetry's net. O' brilliant friend; of Jane and mine.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Thepoet(Sarah Ahmed) birthday dedication.
Sorry Sarah day late on b day dedication... But a happy wonderful birthday from me a friend if you ever need one there as you have always been there for me and Jane and have always been a major blessing to me and Jane!!! May the heavens open to you, and may you overcome your battles you face in this world...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY poetic friend !!!!
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
The Lion of Panshir
United different ethnic groups
Uzbeks and Turkmen
People from Kandhar, Paktiyah, and Jalalabad
Under the Northern Alliance
He went to try to negotiate with the Taliban
He said they were "In a different world"
The Taliban are not Muslims
They are murderers and thugs
They do not serve Allah
The Lion of Panshir and the Mujahideen
Defended his native homeland from the Taliban
The Taliban could not enter the Panshir Valley
10,000 Taliban were slayed
By the Mighty Lion of Panshir and his forces
The mighty lion went to try to negotiate with the Taliban
He said they were "In a different world"
Death to the Taliban
May God continue to bless the ancestors of the mighty lion of Panshir
And the people of the Panshir Valley
The true followers of Allah
The Most High God
100,000 people gathered
For the funeral of Ahmed Massoud
Great leader, Loving father, Proud warrior
They built a musem in his honor
Your spirit lives on Ahmed Massoud
Allahu Akbar!
God is greatest
And you were one of His greatest servants
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Johnny can't join
his daddy has no car
Michael can't join
they don't like his shoes
Ahmed can't join
he has a funny name
Bobby can't join
supports the wrong team
"What's going on?"
bellows the red-faced teacher
"You can't treat each other like this!
"Have you ever been excluded?
"Yes?
"And how
"did it make you feel?"
He ushers them in, muttering
though somewhat gratified
by the shame in their eyes
Then herds them through
to assembly
where the guest of honour
is the minister
who proceeds to explain
to the obediently seated rows
that if they don't see things his way
they will be eternally,
terrifyingly
and agonisingly excluded
from the great big party in the sky
And the teacher hangs his head
in baffled complicity,
defeated.
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 2:56 PM UTC
You hold grudges,
as if you've
never wronged anyone
yourself.
You bear grudges,
as if you
don't know how
much it hurts
to have one
against yourself.
Remember what you've done.
Remember how it feels.
© Sarah Ahmed
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
I conquered vast pieces of land.
I ruled green patches and sand.
I am Akbar, I am Aurangzeb, I am Alexander, I am emperor,
I am man.
I discovered places which were unseen and unknown,
sometimes with my friends and sometimes alone,
I am da Gama, I am Polo, I am columbus, I am explorer,
I am man.
I constructed beautiful mosques and castles,
see this Taj, as if it was built by Angels.
I am Ustad Ahmed, I am Master james, I am Sinan, I am architect,
I am man.
I take rational approach to solve life's mystery,
through biology, physics and chemistry.
I am Jabir, I am Newton, I am Einstein, I am scientist,
I am man.
I have turned upside down many nations,
my thoughts and writings can inspire generations.
I am Marx, I am plato, I am socrates, I am philosopher,
I am man.
I crossed boundaries of earth to reach space,
Even on moon you can find my trace.
I am Aldrin, I am Gagarin, I am Armstrong, I am astronaut,
I am man.
I shape words like a sculptor with delicate touch,
my few words can convey so much.
I am Iqbal, I am Kabir, I am Wordsworth, I am poet
I am man.
I Stayed for nine months in her womb,
her love and kindness made a man in me to bloom,
She is sister, she is wife, she is mother, she is woman,
Yes, I am man because of a woman.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
shukraan, for showing selflessness in a land of selfishness; and self wants. Thou art a soul, wandering alone, with the blood of a friend who seeks the unknown. As sadly woe constructs thy face.
Shukraan, mayest God almighty send thee his grace; when thou feelest no taste of love in thy mouth.
Shukraan, wherever mine friend thou shalt go, please know an ear thou hath here; to always lend it's hearing, and a soul to connect to for
Grasp and understanding.
Shukraan, thou art a ray from the wonderful creator, let not the world hook thee in its filth and vague papers, for the beauty is not outside; but in.
Shukraan, Shukraan mine poetic friend, show affection to woman and man, be thee the best thou canst; let not dark overtake thee, but let the light be thy own shadow.
Shukraan, dear Sarah, if seek God he shalt win all thy battles, none more tears or the morrows wherein fears art the normal; but where mercy, peace, joy, and happiness art the new.
Shukraan, mine friend;
Shukraan to thou O'
ploome.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Sarah ahmed birthday dedication (aka Thepoet)
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
Mentally
insane,
psychologically
distorted,
I'm physically
in pain,
and I'm
emotionally
contorted.
© Sarah Ahmed
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
Without any effort, you walked into the room
And said, “This is my world now.”
Hurdles are pebbles to you;
Stresses fit in a thimble to you;
Obstacles – nothing to you;
It’s an honour to simply know you.
The way that you smile turns my heart into gold
And my face the brightest red.
Voice like smooth honey, lips soft as satin;
How do you make it look so effortless?
Your nervousness is unwarranted, you're great and you know it;
You needn’t worry yourself.
Your intelligence and beauty and strive pile up
Like the books on all of our shelves.
It seems like I waste all my time and strength,
Just to simply break through.
But you, you – in all of your lovely ways,
It seems so easy for you.
Your eyes simply drown me, even when you
Aren’t around me – what isn’t just easy for you?
You make us all proud,
And we shout it out loud,
“I KNOW her! – does she know YOU?”
Glasses or no, you’re beautiful, though
You make it so easy – you do.
You give us all hope, make us loosen the rope,
And become as well-rounded as you.
Expectations you set, we will reach them yet,
But we can’t make it easy like you.
Smart, gorgeous, electric, and sweet –
Pioneer; trailblazer; that’s you.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
Let me take your heart
to where it should lie,
in a place that consists
of only you and I.
Let me take your heart
to where it should be,
in a world that exists
for only you and me.
© Sarah Ahmed
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
Mughal Emperor, Shahjahan
For the memory of his wife Arjumand Banu Begum
Made, a royal tomb-
Everyone knows it, called the "Taj Mahal",
Which stands on the banks of the Jamuna
With the scope of its vastness.
Beginning in 1832
It ended in 1853,
Thousands of artisans, architects, workers in 21 years
They were dedicated to its construction.
Ustad Ahmed Lahuri was
The original designer,
The white marble dome-shaped tomb-
Being a complex integral, architectural wonder.
Every year, millions of people flock
To see this archetype of love,
Everyone is overwhelmed to see-
In everyone’s heart, it’s unique to cut the stain of love.
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 6:34 PM UTC
/ you sure that there's an actual vinyl
revival?
it's stirr-frying my testicles
back in england
and vinyl is on the comeback?!
**** yeah!
i tried interpreting an ancient egyptian
concept of a fanning / ***** police
for days on end...
newspaper? no...
saturday nespaper magazine?
no...
c.d.?!
no...
impromptu napkin
"loophole"?
nope...
vinyl?!
oh **** me!
i own a vinyl sgt. peppers'...
don't really want to listen to it...
but, vinyl, within
the framework of a revival?!
july sunday pants...
you can fan me back and
forth, back and forth that
elongated into circular *******
liquorice...
finally! vinayl has a secondary,
degenerate purpose...
fanning equippment!
spread the air...
unless you're me
lodging a ******** imitation of
a ******** with
ice-cubes dangling in front of a fan:
spreading nothing,
but hot air...
honest to god, in this weather:
the beatles' vinyl?
means as much crock-shit
as i'd really love for a
nefertiti:
"woof"...
or a...
wave of air...
a bellowing bull
with rotten breath...
but at least we found out that
vinyl is useful afterall...
way past the newspaper...
or a pigeon flapping,
or the comment section
that's coorporate...
vinyl?
perfect flapping equipment!
disperses the air...
like sinatra disperses
bad singers...
drunk and...
'opely 'opefully on to "it".
is that like: the dead come (back)...
and then we hit karma redemption
with reincarnation?!
limited contra dough-dough-deep
state affairs?!
new delhi ***
new york?!
no wonder i can't stop laughing
as if that could even be translated into
slavic languages!
you pompous
anglican-integrated-inbred...
****** english women...
you?! you?! you?! you want
to dictate, rules for me?!
****** now i want
to fight your side's resemblance of goliath!
i've petted an alsatian and a dobberman
up to the age of 8...
i think i'll manage...
shit-fisting your granny's egotism
rooting for: ahmed no. 1.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
Bombarded,
Rubbled,
About to die.
I, Ahmed and my friends yet dream,
To eat a shawarma,
A chicken sandwich,
Not to have the roads closed,
Waiting for a brother,
To hear his mother calling him,
Hopefully to see another morning.
5/11/2023
Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 6:51 AM UTC
To Rashid Khan and Qais Ahmed
During dread and death,
You use leather and willow,
To show Afghan’s strength.
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC
I don't want to go
To any job
I don't need any more
Friends
I want to go Afghanistan
And **** the Taliban
I just can't get anything
The woman
Or the money
And I've been sentenced
To a life
On this planet
And people can
Just **** off!
Now I'm in Afghanistan
With a heart full of hate
I have hate for the Taliban!
The Afghan people
Just want to make a living
And survive
And the Taliban goes around
Killing everyone
That's really ****** up
Well I'm a rogue ******
Left alone like I always was
But now I'm alone in
The war zone
I've got my fifty caliber
And I put the scope
On that Taliban leader
Boom!
A shot rings out
Across the land
I'm the judge now
You *******
Blew his ******* brains out
All Taliban
Will die
I'm sending dozens
Of Taliban leaders
Floating down the river
That won't go to see Allah
But they'll burn in hell
Let them burn!
No respect for human life
Murderers
Killing children and women!
I'm here to wipe them off
The face of the earth
And If I get in real close
And fight one without
Any weapons
Just strangle him
To death
Death to the Taliban!
Long live Ahmed Massoud!
Long live the men
From the Panshir valley
Who fought with Massoud!
I'm content to **** with a rifle
But even happier
When I get my hands
On one of those scumbags
Strangle him to death
Die!!!
I'll choke the life out of
That piece of ****
Taliban
All Taliban must die!
This is for the children
For the women you murdered
I manned a 50 caliber
Machine gun
They were all in there camp
Like a ******* Rambo movie
I blew everyone's brains out
Dieeeeeeee!!!!!!
Death to the Taliban
Shrieks and screams
Arms and legs flying everywhere
This is judgement!
You deserve to die
You child murderers
Those who do not respect life
Will die!
Death to the Taliban
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
All it took was for Ahmed
who had been sleeping in his hut
(built at least twenty meters away from the rest of the village),
to stop snoring
to realize that something was out of the ordinary.
Silence crawled over the land,
bringing with it the sensation
of a severed hand in desperate need to attach itself
(any arm would do),
scraping over the sand, against the walls of mud dwellings.
Fadwa touched her wrist, looked up
through a hole in the roof covering;
synthetic satellite blinks took over a clear pre-dawn sky—
the stars cowered,
some even fell away at the sight of their man-made twitters.
Tweets and twitters in the sky
“… news had said they’d blocked the Net,
that a kind-hearted group in the Netherlands had opened their servers
for those folk
either in need to contact loved ones or to tell the ****** truth that stains this sand.”
Or something like that; Fadwa yawned—
she wasn’t sure what the Net was
but it sounded like “serious business”— that’s what he had said,
Uncle Mohammed,
who came for dinner the night before; there’d been terror in his voice.
A stifled yelp broke the stillness.
Within seconds the dunes were lit,
strewn with military-style boots, the rubber soles of which reeked
of corruption
carried in from army bases located not far from where the city ***** souls.
Ahmed was on his hands and knees
Fadwa was peeking through the key hole,
or what was left of the door; Billy the Kid, Fadwa’s goat
had been at it.
Two troops held handguns to his head but Ahmed had already departed.
Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 2:44 AM UTC
I was living in the dark,
With dancing demons around.
Hopes and butterflies,
None i found.
Even the dark ; extinguished the stars.
I was astound.
And then,
So bright and magnificent,
The moon unveiled.
With many scars,
But still a beauty mark.
Frightened the fear away.
And enlightened the stars.
'Who are you' as I asked;
Replied: 'Your other half.'
~Sweara Ahmed~
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
As days go by
As poets pass
The friend we make
Who now departs
But as I look back
And reminisce
There's that one friend I made
Who I'll surely miss
Who inspired my writing
Intrigued my mind
To whom the world out there
Was not always kind
Yet wrote on and on
Of love and of pain
Of hope and of sorrow
Which she could not contain
That sparked into words
And roared like a flame
A friend - fellow poet
A star, became
So thank you, my friend
For your inspired works
That set upon this open sky
Explode like fireworks
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
Semisynthetic illumination faded over the land.
The dunes sighed;
women and children (wide-eyed)
emerged from humble homes,
hands in the air, guns in their backs.
Still on hands and knees, as if in prayer,
Ahmed’s body slumped forward,
his beard and robes leaving tracks in the sand.
Hand-rolled cigarettes glowed over Mona Lisa soldier-sniggers;
village men,
lined up like sheep near the fence
were being stripped of their clothes—
they shivered in the face of death.
Fadwa’s back door creaked open;
two soldiers, high on poppies’ finest,
tiptoed through desert darkness, fingers on triggers.
Billy the Kid wasn’t named ‘Billy the Kid’ for no reason,
“kicks like a mule”,
so Uncle Mohammad had said;
The first soldier was winded,
the second not quite so lucky.
Fadwa picked up the man’s rifle,
popped the winded soldier in the face.
Billy and Fadwa took the brunt of the bullets; the rest fled.
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
Your ivory
Was devouring
First as a smirk
Then a ploy
Grazing a nape
I was your boy
“When will I
See you again?”
You said
“C’mon over”
I replied
So you made the drive
We were lovers
s o m e t i m e s
A birthday card
Now gathering dust
In a bin
I often think
Of what could
Have been
To have your teeth
Grasping my
Whole being
And your
Primal scent
In my nose
Lingering
“When will I
See you again?”
. . . I wonder . . .
Knowing the answer
Is never will we be
More than a secret
Every bead of sweat
Locked up in memory
Safe from your faith
Safe from your family
Which makes me
Sigh
And cry
And die
A little inside
This is purgatory
Your purple satin
Slipped through
My fingers like the
Sands of time
s e v e n
years
since
you
disappeared
And still a part of you
Is always on my mind
Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 12:58 PM UTC
What am I in the eyes of others?
What am I in this chess game known as life?
Am I the predator or am I the prey
Am I the valiant knight?
Or am I the cowardly king
What am I when I die?
What would the difference be?
One piece
One life
One game
One world
One pawn
What am I?
I am Ahmed.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 11:46 PM UTC
Each morning
close to ten.
I get a call from Egypt,
or India.
Exotic places, that I will never see.
Flooding with people I will never meet.
But Ahmed calls everyday.
When the phone rings, and I see the number.
I want to sing him a song.
Picture message him masterpieces.
Text him epics.
In a sea of instant hang-ups,
and hot-headed drunks.
Poverty stricken parents,
and last straw leaps.
In the ocean of anger and grief,
I want to be the voice that reads poetry.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 4:21 PM UTC
CYCLE OF LIFE
Jalal Ahmed
Cycle of life we know that what is true what is bad,
We are not changed or awake
But time is not waiting only go ahead
In this short time we see that what is good or bad
but again we Carry on and go ahead because
life time is short
life is same as like road or path
Do u Understand? the people of earth
………………………………………………………….
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
Don't tell her stories
Of hopes or lights.
For her;
These are just pretty lies.
Darkness is where she belongs.
Wearing the crown...sitting on throne.
Thy worship her...coz' she's the goddess.
In front of her, demons gather in throngs.
~Sweara Ahmed~
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC
Intoxicated, liquor going down the esophagus, hiding from my problems because I'm still devastated. Will we end up obliterated by the crap we have done, it was all fun, but now we have no where to run. I tried expressing all my worries, but a lot of yawl not hearing me, it's not just illimunati theories but that's all you choose to see. Emotions fluctuate so much, so easy to lose touch, so easy for life to leave you crushed. Starting to suffocate, why didn't we cultivate? Why did yawl hesitate? Is the future truly set, are we truly the keepers of our fate? Degeneration of these degenerates, starting to reap our recompense. Tried to keep positivity elevated, tried to not keep my expectations elevated, tried to leave my negativity eradicated. Separated by technology, separated, man we even try to figure out each other using psychology. Separating what makes us do what we do, to figure out what struggle is true. Separated by race, if you intermix you're treated like a disgrace. Separated countries, towns, cities, and continents, separated religion and genders, and you don't fall in line your incompetent. So I drink, bottle after bottle, isn't that my people's motto? That's what we got told by privileged whites, and if we revolted, we got hung up like kites. Gangs and drugs, created into monsters, by all these monsters. Now a broken generation oppresses each other, now we decide who is native enough, we have become cain, just a killer brother. Oh brother you may say, you have a choice to make life bright or keep it staying grey. Three to six generations of broken treaties, three generations of residential schools, forced to lose our culture and embrace your culture and your deity's. Now why don't you try dealing with that, only one generation out, and we still treated like rats. Killed anyone different, whether that be native, black, asian, it didn't matter you held your entitled nose and became ignorant. What did we deserve to get this, there are days I wish I didn't exist, because we are still dealing with this. I guess it is what it is, it's just your average day being ethic, never going to be treated better even if your if a **** Don't believe me, just ask Ahmed Mohamed, that's why I believe this world needs to get hit with another comet.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC