"burka" poems
-Light up a cliche under a streetlight
while singing "the Star Spangled Banner"
and receiving oral from a trans-woman.
**** in the drive-thru of an Arby's.
-Fist fight a bear that people
find much uglier than myself.
Made a bucket list of ****
I think might be legitimately worth doing;
haven't run it by my girlfriend yet.
Speaking of which,
she deserves a round of applause
for dealing with my melodramatic ********
-Strike a police officer,
after robbing a bank with a water pistol.
I wanted to call her to let her know
I'd chased a bird till it crossed the street
and tweeted at me in anger or excitement.
Flipping the bird "the bird", I shouted,
**** YOU BIRD!"
and continued home.
-Throw a rock at a train.
-Toss a Molotov Cocktail at a moving car,
and cook a hot dog in the flames.
She deserves a million dollars
and a ******* Nobel peace prize.
-Call one of those panhandling
money worshiping televangelists
a **** bird, and offer them to ****
themselves [the ugliest people I can think of].
-Wear a habit over a burka.
I don't believe in souls, soul mates,
anything supernatural or special,
but I love that woman,
and that's why I believe in love.
-Not die alone.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
A woman in heaven caused the fall of man,
Even though the apple was plucked by her man.
A woman in Troy caused a ****** old war,
Brave men fought for the honour of possessing her.
A woman in Judea gave birth to a baby boy,
Whose tongue caused upheavals that's felt to this day.
A woman in a bikini is a poster for her own liberation,
While in a burka she is a symbol of her own oppression.
She must be the cause of her own sexploitations,
For her assets fulfil the ogling market's expectations.
When she's ***** it must be her fault in some way,
For as she passes by, her brethren look the other way.
A young woman is responsible for her own lynching,
If she dishonours her brethren for her lover's calling.
As a child she is the cause of her own infanticide,
For she is the bearer of ill-omens and misfortune.
Has anyone ever asked her if she wants to be a poster,
Or a commodity, or a bearer of their burden and slander?
Beware how you treat her, for she is above all a mother,
Whose hands may cradle the next saint, thief or ******
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
Don't you think it's strange
When the countries claim to support
Multiculturalism and diversity
But so on people go on to say
The food you eat is gross
It's fine, no need to say it
If they offer you some, then simply reject it
What happened to acceptance and tolerance
When all they seems to compensate for are
Western food, do you not feel this way?
There are plenty more;
The cloth you wear is strange, let them be hijab, burka and so many more
The religion you follow is weird, let them be Sikhs, Jains and so many more
I don't like your ethnicity, let them be Chinese, Muslim and so many more
I don't like your gender identity, let them be female, transgender and so many more
I don't like your ****** identiy, let them be gay, lesbian and so many more
We are the minority and always under-represented within majority
Feeling like stifled, palms sweaty as we know we have target behind out back
Identity we have and must continue to protect
For that's what makes who we are
But to which standard are we conforming to?
To which standard are we assimilating to?
(why don't you fill in the blank, as plenty people knows,
western rules and the majority are cruel)
They said we had free will, a human right from democracy
But societal pressure comes and claim the right to express culturally
So I ever so hate the country and the people
For all the promises seem to turn out to be broken
People cry out for them to go back to their original countries
when they have just like others, earned their right to stay
when they have no place to go back to, only in their head
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 11:19 PM UTC
You don't wear black face.
You'd never do such.
You don't wear white face;
Do you Kabuki?
Mime, non? Mime, oui?
But every March,
Millions of others,
Attired in green,
Some painted like Celtic warriors,
Affect terrible brogues,
And get sotted, some must disgracefully.
That's what the Irish do, think they?
I won't wear a yarmulke on Yom Kippur,
Not a burka on Eid al-Adha,
Or lead the parade
Up Fifth Avenue.
Slainte
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
there is some kindness in the way
the earth is suspended on gravity's back.
how it
rotates on it's axis,
bound by the sacred trust
that space won't bottom out &
shake us all from the earth
like crumbs in the bed.
there is little kindness in the way
the earth is suspended
in war, in turmoil;
with handguns & machine guns
& bombs strapped to civilians-
tied to the greater majority
with the intentions of a few.
there is little kindness
in fighting fire with fire-
when our own backyards are burning
&
our neighbors are to blame.
there is little kindness in the fear
of what lies beneath a burka,
a niqab,
a turban-
a police uniform,
a trench coat
or a white robe
&
a
pointed
white
hood.
there is little kindness in the terror
that sleeps in the backs of our minds
and sets up shop in our beds
& lays low
while we condemn the third world,
the local news just confirms
and confirms
and confirms-
we were killing each other first.
there is little kindness in seeing humanity
as this side of the border
or that.
the world is more of a revolving door
that spins you dizzily
& spits you back out.
there is some kindness in the way
gravity still holds the earth
like some sick, sad science fair project;
like some ****** consolation prize.
humanity is
a bed of crumbs
clinging
thanklessly
to
sheets.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 4:48 AM UTC
Have I told you about my wife?
Middle aged
Muslim woman
She uh
She uh
She a
Shiite
Catholic
No
Not quite
Not on Fridays
Only eat fish
On Fridays
Unless
Unless you forget
Unless you're next to lake Michigan
Have I told you about my African History professor?
Osumaka
Osumaka Likaka
Cotton
Cotton in Colonial Zaire
Not for the weak of heart
If he sees your ankles
He might mistake it as a personal attack
Or invitation
Too much rumble
Tummy tumble
Eat some shellfish
Eat some pork
God didn’t forget
But we did
Whoops
If God saw you break your fast
when you were ************
What does that say about God?
And if God saw you being intimate with Osumaka
What would upset him more?
The fact that you broke your fast again with the ***********
Or the fact that you weren’t wearing your burka?
You just wore the hood?
Good
Thank God for swine
Thank God for shellfish
And most of all, thank God for burkas
Because you are one ugly *****
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 8:59 PM UTC
Ban the burka or the bomb?
Ban the turban or the gun?
Ban the Bible or the gore?
Ban the Torah or the war?
Ban religion, ban belief
Ban San Frontièrs, ban relief
Ban the poets, ban free speech
Ban the people born to teach
Ban the children, ban the old
Ban the meek and ban the bold
Ban the weakest, ban the strong
Ban the music, ban the song
Ban the freedom of the sea
Ban ideals of liberty
Ban your birthright, ban free will
Ban excitement, ban the thrill
Ban all things with no misgiving
Ban the joyous gift of living.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
the last white girl on earth
to be picked up from soccer practice
quickly tightens her burka
and eventually goes to hell in three different religions
before your blue and yellow macaw shuts the **** up and dies
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
We are like neutered mutts,
drowsily as we sate on.
100 years of 24 frames per second
left too many of us wondering about the future
while reflecting on a past
never engaged in the present
always being.
The radio is concerned,
a voice drones on
flies over our head
and broadcasts into the living room.
This energy is a wave, follow the sin
Your body already knows how to covert the pressure
into electricity for your receptors.
Later, we stand at the altar
of boys with guitars
of boys with mics
The aux cable beheads his neck
we pardoned a sea of excuses
The F/A-18 drops the mic.
Women salivate the crowd.
That other gentile touch.
Throw a burka on that *****
Magazine dictate should we be?
Clip up pandora,
the liquid streams on.
There was never a box.
You were just born with fingers and toes
to touch ears to hear eyes to see a brain
to think to receive a nose
to breath a mouth to kiss and say,
"There is disappointment everywhere but still I love."
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
See her,
skinny lassie -
so aware,
stood there
at the counter.
The eyes
lifted from papers,
hooded and guilty,
leering
under sunglasses.
She knows nothing,
thinks
she's in charge.
Bless her.
Whatever's going to break her
hasn't happened yet.
Makes me shudder,
the thought.
The painful innocence.
"Just a fruit smoothie, please!"
she sparkles
at the man.
Thinks his approval
is unloaded,
worth seeking.
No eyes on me.
Glances fall off me.
If I catch a look,
I see it turn
to embarrassment,
pity
or scorn.
Firing blanks, guys.
I'll take those
over possessiveness,
lust,
crawling promises.
Over saccharine
strychnine
strangler smiles,
over violence, veiled
as love.
Your attention is toxic.
Better show it as such.
"Chips and cheese, please,"
I wheeze,
and his sneer
is a klaxon
of cruel jokes
he'll share with colleagues later.
Those
are the tiny victories
of victimhood,
as the twirling girl inside
stays protected,
unsuspected.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Tak tahu mengapa tiba-tiba Fatima terjatuh. Orang-orang pikir dia tertidur. Mereka mencoba membangunkan, namun sia-sia. Disentuh dengan hati-hati, tak juga berhasil.
Fatima dengan sepasang burka berkeliling di dunia ide. Mimpi-mimpi yang awalnya ilusi, kini nyata. Dia menari-nari diatas kesedihannya. Fatima mondar mandir mencari-cari sepasang burkanya. Burkanya yang satu dipasangkan di kepala pak Kucing.
Pak Kucing adalah teman yang baik. Artinya dia menemani Fatima dalam ide dan materi. Pak Kucing berkata bahwa Fatima adalah gadis yang cantik. Fatima terharu mendengarnya, tetes-tetes air matanya jatuh membasahi burkanya.
Pak Kucing menghibur, dengan membacakan teka-tekinya;
"Tiba-tiba, orang-orang merasa sia-sia berhati-hati. Mimpi-mimpi kini menari-nari, mondar-mandir mencari-cari tetes-tetes teka-tekinya"
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
Burka.
Banning the burka,
dust masks, motor
cycle helmets, welders,
Phantom of the Opera,
Alcoholics Anonymous,
The Lone Ranger, Zorro,
Batman and Condoms.
Head covers are illegal.
even the small head!
La France, quelle liberté?
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
Raise up your rainbow flag
or your cross
let me see David's star
and your sliver moon
I want to see that burka off
to show your beautiful face
Why be afraid to show who you are
you are the only you
Please tell me all of your scientific facts
I want to hear your side of the story
and then I will hear theirs
why fight when you can love?
why **** when you can create?
"I have a dream" is what Martin Luther King said
and now I have a dream as well
that people won't be afraid to be themselves
and that no one else will stop them
I have a dream that they will not judge you
because of what you believe in
what you sound like
or what you look like
or who you love
or what your leader decides
they will judge you because of who you are
and what you want for your future.
REACH OUT PEOPLE OF THE EARTH
THAT ARE SO SILENT AND INVISIBLE
TELL THE WORLD YOU ARE YOU!
Apr 14, 2010
Apr 14, 2010 at 6:44 PM UTC
She has beautiful eyes.
She sat on the bus.
She has beautiful eyes.
A husband in tow.
A child with beautiful eyes.
It's in her genes.
She's wearing her jeans.
Her hair in baubles and bands
Until her age and religion demands.
Then under her Burka, all you'll be able see are her beautiful eyes.
Religious clothes of perfect choice.
Islamic voice.
(c) Livvi
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
As he wandered
through town
musing
on the passing view
Johnny saw some dame
dressed in a burka
with her kids
& her two peering
brown eyes
through slit
of black cloth
& wondered if
it concealed or
conjured up
her sexuality in
an imagined way
like the nun he met
some years back
who served him
cake & tea
at some Catholic meet
her face framed
by white & black cloth
her body hidden
from sight of eye
but imagined from
what he saw
of shape & size
of figured frame
some secret sexuality
concealed as much
as much revealed
& mused that
what is deemed
forbidden fruit
& thereby
untouchable
may well be desired
to kiss & be huggable.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
Nobody quite cares how a stranger fairs
Empathy is rare amongst our polluted air
Yet we are all bare without ability to share
Truth or dare, asked through a burka stare
We build a bridge, then burn it down
Time to flee, they ransacked the town
Nonverbally we can all surely agree
Satanic sympathy cannot be heavenly
They say Each and Everyone has a unique story
And I'm blessed with big ole satellite dish ears
Plus Misses Lady Legacy loves her some glory
And the Hour is happy,so let's have some beers
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
Turn to your left, you see soldiers carrying their AKM’s
Touch the ground
Thousands of us walked these roads
The tension in the air
suffocates the unfamiliar strangers.
Tears, the scent of sea salt
runs and dances through the breeze.
The present is heavy with the past
in this ancient town
as if it were cloaked in a burka
walking through New York City
I’ve never heard silence so loud before
Unable to speak our minds
In fear of whats to happen
We must keep our words inside
Preventing any further damage
Forgetting the truth and essence of life
Weeping out loud realizing just what I had lost
all that is important to me
taken without a cause
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 8:03 PM UTC