"allahu" poems
Shia Labeouf,
why do you have to be so rough?
Why do you have to be whispering in my ear
that will only lead others to a tear.
Why do you have to be in my head?
that will only leave others dead..
"JUST DO IT"
He said, one last time
as I pushed the button that would only lead to destruction.
"ALLAHU AKBAR"
I said, as I would have a snackbar with the dead.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
ALLAHU-AKBAR, (TRUE)
GOD IS GREATER THAN THEY KNEW
Or why would they do what they do
And then pervert al-Islam too
BISMILAH – (IN THE NAME OF ALLAH)
They plant bombs inside of cars
To blow up strangers near and far
But they take things too ******* far
AL-HUMDILILAH – (PRAISE ALLAH)
But not by giving Islam a scar
Who the hell they think they are
Shaytan’s minions? They’re on par
ASTAGFIGALAH (MAY ALLAH FORGIVE)
Those not cursed by how they live
Chopping heads off especially with
A rusty knife known as a shiv
INSHALLAH (IF IT’S ALLAH’S WILL)
Those who maim and also ****
Will soon be presented with the bill
And their ambitions will get them nil
ALLAHU-ALUM (ALLAH KNOWS BEST)
The sins they will have to confess
To get those sins up off their chest
While facing hell fire nevertheless
WALAHI (I SWEAR BY ALLAH)
Hell will find them wherever they are
In their homes near or far
Because they have raised the bar
YA-HAMUKALAH (MAY ALLAH PROTECT YOU)
From those ****
Who constantly beat their war drums
And take advantage of the deaf blind and dumb
Copyright © 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Vendredi
A fall Friday evening
A football match
A rock show
A café
A restaurant
A night out
In Paris.
A suicide belt
Armed gunmen
A suicide belt
Armed gunmen
A suicide belt
People
You
Me
Mom
Uncle
Baby daughter
Killed
Killed
Blinded
Killed
Maimed
Killed
To appease
A bloodthirsty
Desert god
Allahu Akbar.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 7:38 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
I praise Thee, God, whose rays upstart beneath the Bright
and Morning Star:
Nowit asali fardh salat assobhi allahu akbar.
I praise Thee, God, the fierce and swart; at noon Thou ridest
forth to war!
Nowit asali fardh salat assohri allahu akabr.
I praise Thee, God, whose arrows dart their royal radiance
o'er the scar:
Nowit asali fardh salat asasri allahu akabr.
I praise Thee, God, whose fires depart, who drivest down the
sky thy car:
Nowit asali fardh salat al maghrab allahu akabr.
I praise Thee, God, whose purple heart is hidden in the abyss
afar:
Nowit asali fardh salat al asha allahu akabr.
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*"Just the tip. Just the tip." Initiation. Fourteen years old, fourteen year olds don't know the just the tip trick. It hurt like hell but the sound of his panting was well...worth it. Just the tip, then just the shaft. Just a lick, what a champ…the other half. Gigi was born, de-flowered then flourished. Naughty by nature. Fed and *** nourished. What a **** I was, what a ***** I am.…just slap my *** grab me and pull me in. Choke me, bite me...squeeze, pull my hair, look me in the eyes, cuff me to a chair. Quiet ones you have to watch. I moan louder than I talk, nice rock in my hips....do me real good and I'll wobble when I walk. The club is my home, but not where I belong. Under my hijaab they can't see my laced thong. Taught to cater to the men and serve them martinis. Not dance ***** naked in heels and bikinis. Allahu Akbar. Don't let my family find out. Allahu Akbar. They'll **** me. Allahu Akbar. But if they do. Allahu Akbar. I'm still me.
My name is Neha,
Stage name GiGi however so complex, Stripper in silence,
And I'm strung out on ***
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
My heart does not race;
my palms do not sweat.
The knots in my stomach are gone.
My mouth forms an easy smile.
My arms fold gently around her.
Her curls float in the wind
while I count clouds
and my blessings.
I am steady,
like tranquil waters.
Let comes what comes.
Let go what goes.
Allahu alam al qadr.
This isn’t a manic, impossible love.
It doesn’t burn with a fury;
it doesn’t have to defy all the odds.
This love is serendipitous and sweet.
It is simple, and soft,
like a summer breeze
gently rocking lovers
in a hammock to sleep.
For once,
Alhamdulilah,
I don’t have it bad.
I have it good.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
Taxi driver
You're my shrink for the hour
Leave the meter running
It's rush hour
So take the streets if you wanna
Just outrun the demons, could you?
He said allahu Akbar, I told him don't curse me
But boy you need prayer, I guess it couldn't hurt me
If it brings me to my knees
It's a bad religion
This unrequited love
To me it's nothing but
A one-man cult
And cyanide in my Styrofoam cup
I could never make him love me
Never make him love me
Love me
Love me
Taxi driver
I swear I've got three lives
Balanced on my head like steak knives
I can't tell you the truth about my disguise
I can't trust no one
And you say allahu Akbar, I told him don't curse me
But boy you need prayer, I guess it couldn't hurt me
If it brings me to my knees
It's a bad religion
This unrequited love
To me it's nothing but
A one-man cult
And cyanide in my Styrofoam cup
I could never make him love me
Never make him love me
It's a bad religion
To be in love with someone
Who could never love you
Only bad, only bad religion
Could have me feeling the way I do
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Don’t say, “Allahu Akbar!”
Because the facts are
That while God is Great
He’s not a God of hate
And if you can’t relate
You have a second rate
Ideology can’t you see
It’s clearly blaspheme
Don’t say, “Allahu Akbar!”
While you blow up a car
To maim and ****
As if it’s God’s will
You won’t reach paradise
Because it isn’t nice
To harm humanity
Read Qu’ran like me
Don’t say, “Allahu Akbar!”
Who you think you are
God doesn’t sanctions you
To do the things you do
You think it’s heaven sent
To **** the innocent
And do it in a Name
That you clearly defame
Don’t say, “Allahu Akbar!”
When you know you are
Just an insane jihadi
Down with al Baghdadi
Who’s merely a snake
So give me a break
Because he’s a viper
Worthy of a ******
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Attention everyone
There’s an international crisis
For the sake of argument
Let’s call it ISIS
To whom my advice is
Stop it follow your Prophet
Peace and blessing be upon him
Why do you scorn him
We have a crisis
Because of ISIS
Who aren’t the nicest
They’re rolling the dices
Under the belief
The world needs a Khalif
They cause nothing but grief
And we all want relief
With God willing
We’ll stop the killing
And their savagery
Which helps us to see
We have a crisis
Because of ISIS
Who aren’t the nicest
They’re rolling the dices
Without a doubt
In time they’ll crap out
Until then they’ll shout
Allahu Akbar so there you are
God is Great
But love will crush hate
Underneath its own weight
We have a crisis
Because of ISIS
Who aren’t the nicest
They’re rolling the dices
They lack
Mercy or compassion
And in their own fashion
They’ve tried to cash in
On their few conquests
But nevertheless
Despite their success
They’re gonna regress
We have a crisis
Because of ISIS
Who aren’t the nicest
They’re rolling the dices
Attention everyone
There’s an international crisis
For the sake of argument
Let’s call it ISIS
To whom my advice is
Stop it follow your Prophet
Peace and blessing be upon him
Why do you scorn him
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
A lone Muslim weeps alone
Mind entirely westernized
Heart in the Middle East
Shown by his father how to love
With faith of course
And to find peace with himself
A country built on blind pride
Unfortunately yields ideal life
Four planes taking ****** detours
Captained by servants of Allah
To die as martyrs in His name
The lone Muslim sits in a classroom
Silence during the 12th anniversary of 9/11
A peaceful religion forever stained
The teacher prints out pictures of Muhammed
And hands one to the Muslim with a smile
Almost asking for retaliation
Every night he prays to the clouds
Allahu-Akbar Allahu-Akbar
Identical with cries of the Taliban
Irony fills the air
As pictures of Muhammed come to mind
A lone Muslim surrounded by smiling bigots
Who can't help but ask if Jihad exists
Or question if Ramadan works
Judge his every move
And deny their prejudice
A lone Muslim weeps alone
As he remembers the day he lost his heart
The day conformity was shunned
A man rejected from love due to religion
Turns into a terrorist
And begins to walk with a suicide vest
Peace and love for everything
Now replaced by guns and hate
Political parties staining beautiful thoughts
Preaching American hate and Muslim supremacy
Things Allah would be proud of
My religion will always be stained
"Allah forbids you not
With regard to those
Who fight you not for Faith
Nor drive you out of your homes
From dealing kindly and justly with them
For Allah loves those who are just"
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
Hearts imbued with redolence
fill the garden with others sent…
…to pour their wine in waiting chalice
of servants drunk in sultans palace.
Fragrance comes before the rose,
then long after the petals close.
Following the scent of flower white
a nightingale came to rest one night.
Amongst the thorns she made her bed
there from her chest, the colors bled.
So the rose received its hue,
from the winged messenger of Allahu.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
There is a good day to die
But not today
I could hear their heartbeats
As they clung to their chests
I saw different shades of rosary
Chants of "Allahu"rented the air
Then it crossed my mind
Is it today?
We all want to make heaven
But none wants to die
This doomsday seems close
As hyperventilation set in
Why should a man wield so much?
To determine who lives and doesn't
Still, like a serpent
I stayed calm
I should have written my will
Many portray it as a death sentence
But it only makes me responsible
It is not a death sentence
What happens to my dependants?
Will death defray my responsibilities to them?
Maybe I should have gotten life insurance
Better have it and not need it
Than need it and not have it
Now it seems closer
I could feel me tense
Sweating and trembling
Suddenly I heard a voice
Peace, be still
This too shall pass away
For I am with you
Who are you i queried
This time with a louder voice
I am, the "I Am That I Am"
My covenant will I not break
For your sake, your chariot is preserved
My Angels are with you
Just let not your heart be troubled
And your eyes single
I will do it again
If the heart of kings is in My hands
Is there anything to hard for Me?
Panic attacks vanished
We conquered thanatophobia
As the time cometh
Those sons of perdition approached
Suddenly, they turned on themselves
Just like the days of old
They left the way they came
His words did He not break
For today, not a good day to die!
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC
Taxi driver
You're my shrink for the hour
Leave the meter running
It's rush hour
So take the streets if you wanna
Just outrun the demons, could you?
He said allahu Akbar, I told him don't curse me
But boy you need prayer, I guess it couldn't hurt me
If it brings me to my knees
It's a bad religion
This unrequited love
To me it's nothing but
A one-man cult
And cyanide in my Styrofoam cup
I could never make him love me
Never make him love me
Love me
Love me
Taxi driver
I swear I've got three lives
Balanced on my head like steak knives
I can't tell you the truth about my disguise
I can't trust no one
And you say allahu Akbar, I told him don't curse me
But boy you need prayer, I guess it couldn't hurt me
If it brings me to my knees
It's a bad religion
This unrequited love
To me it's nothing but
A one-man cult
And cyanide in my Styrofoam cup
I could never make him love me
Never make him love me
It's a bad religion
To be in love with someone
Who could never love you
Only bad, only bad religion
Could have me feeling the way I do
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
In God we trust,
Allahu Akbar,
yet we the humanist don't profess
any of this logical fallacies,
mythological beings that is
what they're, In hell you'll burn
Gues my fate is already sealed,
with reason I seek answers about God.....
Because you believers and your
charlatan prophets are hypocrites,
Your depiction of God as a lunatic narcissist,
vengeful, tyrannical, wanton God
so needy for attention that he
would burn people in hell
for eternity if they don't worship him......
In disguise you walk but deep inside hearts full of animosity,
Mayhem, atrocities, genocide all you've
dispensed
in propagation of religion,
In God's name you've murdered, *****
and committed all sorts of vile, in captivity and ******* you're enslaved
by your bigotry mind,
to question your religion is inconceivable
within your domain,
" lest you seek trouble O ye believer"
so said the treasured scriptures. So you Opt to follow your charlatan
megalomanic deceivers and
wallow in self deceit....
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
my dear
you are a bird so fly just fly
fly,because not only those who have wings can fly
smile, there is no day in life to shed tears
blossom as if there is no flower in gardens like you
you can do everything
everything is in your hands
it is not your duty to always breath in air of failure and regret
regrets belongs to those who do not believe in God
when there is all haters
he will always gifts you one who will loves you a lot
because he knows everything needs some love for its growth
a reason to smile
now you have to find it
be stronger enough , now world is your
in your favor
don't even try to loose hope
"hasbi Allahu wa nam'ul wakil"
God is sufficient for you and is the best trustee of affairs .
my dear
God bless you
writer : kainat rasheed
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
a half-baked ******
copper-skinned
diddly-squat!
a camel-jockey -
and i am
spat!
copper-nuance -
and then, a *******
browny.
truce with squint asiatic
calls for being fidgety...
bubbly blue:
peter fetishist square army branding...
corpus tattoo!
and that's leder...
in the koran...
that's pig less palette
and more shoelace...
i mean:
pig froth shoe...
rather than:
********** karma: brevity ****
and when god was worshipped,
man said: pig's crew
and i used Aztec tongues
for shoelaces...
Machiavelli in Egypt...
hating bacon
and everything's a rainbow.
return to: a shoe.
then again that allahu akbar...
pigs are dried-out prunes...
so are shackles,
belts... and a whipping cult...
and other stratas of glue...
loss convening: satirical bacon.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
One day the internet went dead
The globalists didn't want people
Exchanging ideas they said
On our right to communicate freely they tread
So I would like to thank you all in advance
Those who read and commented on my poems
Even when times are tough
Remember human beings have endured events
Much more rough
Allahu Akbar
God is Greatest
In any language or faith it's true
Love your neighbor
And do unto others as you would have them
Do unto you
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Don’t judge us
By the actions
Of a deviant few
Who engage in activities
That we’d never do
Personally I think that
They’re missing a *****
And I believe, you know it too
Allahu-Akbar is not
A declaration of hate
The literal translation
Is that God is Great
And no God we know
Would ever conflate
Terrorism with His Will
At any rate
Don’t judge us by
The easily influenced who
Are in league with the devil
And spew what he spews
It’s not the religion
But I thought you knew
By the depths of depravity
They’ve taken it to
They’re winning converts
Every single day
Who are clearly malcontent
Quite a few people say
They think that religion
Makes it perfectly okay
So they don’t let their conscience
Get in the way
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
the european concern, these days, is to utilise words: without an allahu akbar conviction... how certain is this: hollowing-out of language... before a meaning of life is attested, it's the truancy of meaning in language that's worth being investigated... how pulverising is this: hollowing out of words... and whichever word might denote ethnic antagonism: i utilise as shallow ventures, drowning face-down in a puddle... that's not me: about to start a ku klux manifesto... these days it's really about excuses... how best to excuse oneself from the fact that: we think we're living in a village (given the internet), but in fact: this metropolis, gargantuan, is choking us... on the daily basis of being congested, constipated: in a commute. me? sometimes itchy for a verbal-diarrhoea.
it was an experimental procedure....
in south wales, Glasbury,
i was the sole white boy
sitting with the Cadbury crew...
subsequent reasoning follows:
what are the boundaries of language,
and what's the standard etiquette?
a reaction, i guess:
people at s.o.a.s. saying you shouldn't
read Kant.
**and if language can't cushion
violence...
if language can't cushion violence...**
and if language is subjected to the many
internet little hitlers and snowflakes...
i might just be sued for
copyright infringements when i use any
word of my liking...
sooner or later it'll all look a bit like:
the A to Z... with © before every word.
language is supposed to cushion violence...
if this motto is disavowed...
alt-right neo-con
and when my ethnicity was
compared to rats...
i'd like to hear jazz from
auschwitz... or the blues...
or rap, for that matter...
are cruel as it sounds, there was no extermination
procedure with the blacks in america...
someone evidently spoke of basketball
breakdance and all that african cool...
now we can say: african-american,
shame we can't say mohawk the same way...
culinary problems...
the reds didn't use enough spices
and craft the taj mahal broth...
and if my ancestors were a bunch of
*************
no wonder news outlets speak of
premature depression among the post-colonial
children of this hue.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
Al Ghurair ad,
January 13, 2017,
13 Dirhams,
a pack of Pall Malls
and a bottle of water,
with no dreams at all;
Jesus, Allah, Satan,
have you seen the line?
it was a rainbow illuminating
from an old projector.
how is it that people
never minded the facts?
no questions,
no disorder just
random breakdowns,
suicides of the frustrated,
lonely and depressed.
this you granted us
isn't a massive meat market
is it?
the line,
it's seamless in its
manageable horrors
and though the line
itself looked orderly,
the conversations
of the souls inside of it
were either
about something else
other than what lies at the
end of the line or
the hopes for
other better possibilities
after the line.
the temporary tracked souls,
as they pass us by
never saw the whole picture
of our depiction
but they know
your origin, Jesus, Allah,
Satan.
is the true human condition
in all its aspects
too bleak to bear
an alarming attention?
i don't understand
the line,
the tail of the beast,
the Hallelujah
and the Allahu Akbars
but I know you failed
us all, ending the line. .
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
as the mighty birds
swoop down on the small insects
Allahu Akber.
10/11/2023
Nov 10, 2023
Nov 10, 2023 at 3:13 AM UTC