"aziz" poems
By: Cedric McClester
Islam is
The religion of peace
If you don’t believe me
Ask Abdul-Aziz
Or those down with ISIS
In the Middle East
Who chop off heads
Like savage beasts
Islam is
The religion of peace
So why is jihad
On the increase
All over the globe
North south west and east
Can someone explain it
In the very least
Islam is
The religion of peace
But the irony is
The violence
Doesn’t cease
In the places it’s practiced
It seems to increase
Maybe they need to be better policed
Islam is
The religion of peace
That’s what they tell us
I’m not adding yeast
But it’s hard to believe
The way they seem to feast
On violence and bloodshed
Which hasn’t decreased
Copyright © 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
The God of the World is Al-Aziz
He is the Almighty, no one can surpass Him
Supreme power his His
The God of the World is Al-Khaaliq
He is the Creator, source of all natural things
That is why He comforts even the sick
The God of the World is Al-Haafiz
He is the Preserver, sustains all He creates –
Nature, plants, animals & human beings
The God of the World is Al-Hakkaam
He is the Ultimate Judge, Master of the Final Day
Trial He will bring on the day to come
The God of the World is Al-Malik
He is the Highest Ruler, Lord of lords and King of kings
The only leader you cannot kick
The God of the World is Al-Muhyee
He is the Life-Giver, only He can grant us breath
Ourselves we must surrender to Thee
The God of the World is Al-Mumeet
He is the Life-Ender, only He can take our breath
Ourselves to Him we must submit
The God of the World is Al-Muntaqim
He is the Avenger, our foes to Him let us entrust
They will be justly punished by Him
The God of the World is Al-Ahad
He is the Only One, it’s only Him we must worship
False gods will be destroyed if He gets mad!
-08/09/2013
(Dumarao)
*created on the day of Eid al Fitr, a holiday
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
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Nelwan, Christofer. 2012. Jari-jari Cantik. Kanal Yutubnya
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Pusakata. 2018. Kehabisan Kata. Kanal Yutubnya MyMusic
Records.
Ranti, Jason, Ari Malibu (The Rollies). 2016. Kau Yang Kusayang.
Kanal Yutubnya Ruang Putih.
Rock, One OK. 2011. Pierce. Kanal Yutubnya Pratama Aji.
Stahl, Fredrika. 2011. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Kanal Yutubnya
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Teduh, Payung. 2017. Puan Bermain Hujan. Kanal Yutubnya
Anggit Setyo.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
( After the Easter Bombing, 2019)
To daily travelers like me,
Mr. Aziz was a common sight on the train.
Small and bearded, clean and bright
He was the perfect train companion.
Newspaper in hand, brief case clutched tight
He would smartly stand up for the ladies,
book tickets and hold parcels
For the less fortunate.
An old hand in the Kandy line
His neat little person ideal
For walking between temperamental
Carriages, rubbing intimately
Against ill-fitted hinges,
Despite creaking bolts
And rusty fringes.
When the trains started again, mid-May
He was a changed man.
Suddenly his clothes hung on him loosely
And people looked at him askance.
They slithered further from him
In the ticketing queue-
And no ladies wished to hold his parcels.
There were subtle evasions
And cruel barbs-
And one day he comes, his beard gone
The valleys and shadows of his face open to
Our stripping gaze.
He settles himself awkwardly in a corner-seat
Wishing himself invisible
And somehow, I know,
That this is the beginning of an end,
He will perhaps retire a few months in advance,
Sit on his porch in glum silence-
Recalling the magical sway of old carriages,
Rubbing with familiarity through tunnels and lanes-
Like old lovers, though ill-matched,
arrange creaking limbs on creaking beds.
Despite creaking bolts
and corroded chains.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 9:47 PM UTC