"hamza" poems - Hello Poetry

tizzy looped his past: he had looped it and then looped it howevah, whoop to diz gangstapoetry boosted its duties newly we simply gs, whose duties include slowmoflow like snoop, or p, ain't no thang i create slang in the hate center, last trip i flew thru loops, break dancers and readers want answers, so we give straight answers lyrics of fame bangers, one rhyme for eight don't take chances, tizz stylobate, sunrise poems born from crime, give it some time gotta come right, sell it all at one price my blood cries in rough nights, plagued by enough of tough stuff, but me ain't a fluff i bluff and take what's rightfully mine tizz is frightfully nice, he neva comes twice coco loco, monica matadora tending first song jeezy's "poppin" pimpin pimpz red-blodded hamza comin ova to test me subtly intimidating, i just call him "habibi" ice breaker, you feel me, we good, truly check out jammed jay, pushin designer hamza on the toilet, yayo, his girl, bunny snugglin wit jammed jay for real by now close to my dj area, rubbin *** gainst **** tina staring camly into her secret intention i expect something vaguely, forget it, tho as hamza al-mighty gets back, explodes he beats up jay, promptly breakin' his nose jay looks at the blood; pulls out a cudgel bashin hamza's skull, flesh splinters hamza strikes back wit em bludgeons wondaland's red light, serving proudly 24/7 hamza's pack, yousif, said, wassim and mo ready to battle the enemy of the enemy lego goon, antwone, bobby butchah, juan

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Jun 14, 2021

Jun 14, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC

maxneumann

In The Redlight District At 4:48 AM

tizzy looped his past: he had looped it and then looped it howevah, whoop to diz gangstapoetry boosted its duties newly we simply gs, whose duties include slowmoflow like snoop, or p, ain't no thang i create slang in the hate center, last trip i flew thru loops, break dancers and readers want answers, so we give straight answers lyrics of fame bangers, one rhyme for eight don't take chances, tizz stylobate, sunrise poems born from crime, give it some time gotta come right, sell it all at one price my blood cries in rough nights, plagued by enough of tough stuff, but me ain't a fluff i bluff and take what's rightfully mine tizz is frightfully nice, he neva comes twice coco loco, monica matadora tending first song jeezy's "poppin" pimpin pimpz red-blodded hamza comin ova to test me subtly intimidating, i just call him "habibi" ice breaker, you feel me, we good, truly check out jammed jay, pushin designer hamza on the toilet, yayo, his girl, bunny snugglin wit jammed jay for real by now close to my dj area, rubbin *** gainst **** tina staring camly into her secret intention i expect something vaguely, forget it, tho as hamza al-mighty gets back, explodes he beats up jay, promptly breakin' his nose jay looks at the blood; pulls out a cudgel bashin hamza's skull, flesh splinters hamza strikes back wit em bludgeons wondaland's red light, serving proudly 24/7 hamza's pack, yousif, said, wassim and mo ready to battle the enemy of the enemy lego goon, antwone, bobby butchah, juan

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in the age of super fast optic coptic broadband connectivity, writing had to leave the lives of respectable corset donning girls who’d lounge all day with balzac and long tennyson stanzas, who’d read for relaxation... sorry to break it to you huckleberry finn... but reading these days is all about distraction... distraction distraction distractions... plenty of them in the “real” world too... it’s called the goldfish salute... slàinte mhath... dheagh shlàinte... next time you hear an advertisement don’t think of promotion (that’s done through the ol’ word o’ mouth)... think more on the lines: ailing company... ailments in general... a public relations stunt... for those grandiose profit margins; true that... when a man is sick, has a cold a fever, he is prescribed paracetamol... when it's a company... the economic model prescribes the medicine known as advertisement.

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Oct 27, 2015

Oct 27, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC

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hamza hamza hamza

in the age of super fast optic coptic broadband connectivity, writing had to leave the lives of respectable corset donning girls who’d lounge all day with balzac and long tennyson stanzas, who’d read for relaxation... sorry to break it to you huckleberry finn... but reading these days is all about distraction... distraction distraction distractions... plenty of them in the “real” world too... it’s called the goldfish salute... slàinte mhath... dheagh shlàinte... next time you hear an advertisement don’t think of promotion (that’s done through the ol’ word o’ mouth)... think more on the lines: ailing company... ailments in general... a public relations stunt... for those grandiose profit margins; true that... when a man is sick, has a cold a fever, he is prescribed paracetamol... when it's a company... the economic model prescribes the medicine known as advertisement.

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Alaa, wake up my dear. Please wake up, look your mother has got milk for you. Sitting on the ****** floor, covered in dust and tears he said “ he was my little brother” Where is my son muhammad? Where? “ what is his full name?” Where are you muhammad? Muhammad? Yes this is our son. God be willing. The mother cried quietly and said, my Muhammad Father said: “Give him to me , please, illl carry him” The mother said “Noo, ill carry him, he is my dear son. Dnt come near to me, if you will come near, ill never forgive you Look everyone, this is my dear muhammad, God be with you my dear child.” And she held him in her lap, carrying him on the dusty streets, surronded by death , fear and destruction. She did not care, for her whole world she was carrying in her arms. We will come back my Aleppo, we are leaving you with teary heart, but wait for us my beautiful Aleppo, we will come back She stood infront of the rumbles of her beloved home and for the last time absorbed it in herself and bid a goodbye She went to her broken home, but the plants in her backyard were still green inspite of shelling and bombs, she plucked one stem and tearfully left the last step from her home, kissing the wall and the door. She was 9 months pregnant , the shell hit her, they did c section and took out the child. He was motionless and did not cry, they did cpr , pat his back by keeping him upside down, rubbed him hard and atlast he cried hard, and the room beemed with ALLAH O AKBAR. A kind hearted Dr. Hamza, who revived my faith in kindness and humanity.

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Jul 25, 2020

Jul 25, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC

hira-malik

Excerpts from” For Samaa”!!

Alaa, wake up my dear. Please wake up, look your mother has got milk for you. Sitting on the ****** floor, covered in dust and tears he said “ he was my little brother” Where is my son muhammad? Where? “ what is his full name?” Where are you muhammad? Muhammad? Yes this is our son. God be willing. The mother cried quietly and said, my Muhammad Father said: “Give him to me , please, illl carry him” The mother said “Noo, ill carry him, he is my dear son. Dnt come near to me, if you will come near, ill never forgive you Look everyone, this is my dear muhammad, God be with you my dear child.” And she held him in her lap, carrying him on the dusty streets, surronded by death , fear and destruction. She did not care, for her whole world she was carrying in her arms. We will come back my Aleppo, we are leaving you with teary heart, but wait for us my beautiful Aleppo, we will come back She stood infront of the rumbles of her beloved home and for the last time absorbed it in herself and bid a goodbye She went to her broken home, but the plants in her backyard were still green inspite of shelling and bombs, she plucked one stem and tearfully left the last step from her home, kissing the wall and the door. She was 9 months pregnant , the shell hit her, they did c section and took out the child. He was motionless and did not cry, they did cpr , pat his back by keeping him upside down, rubbed him hard and atlast he cried hard, and the room beemed with ALLAH O AKBAR. A kind hearted Dr. Hamza, who revived my faith in kindness and humanity.

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