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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
I lived my half dictionary life before I could
comprehend compulsory compromises.
Collectors arise, disguises and devices beeping,
chastising my blindness.
Gather geography from Afghanistan and Myanmar
graciously growing gold gilded gift horses,
gleefully gloating about floating far away.
My hoof beats above concrete match my heart’s defeat
across borders and mountains
embroidering cardboard cut-outs
calling deserts, decorating front covers.
Exhaling handcrafted letters for my missing half,
half demanding highest caliber commanders and half commanding completion.
Jade jays joyfully lay arrays of bouquets
fragile flowers decay faraway
in jawbones and jail cells.
Begging farewells in a hotel’s lobby
began my hobby,
early morning coffee and carbon copies
concurringly cocky around his dead body.
Gang ciphers for cartels are
Christmas bells hissing at collars,
half dollars embellishing bar crawlers
godfathers hollering at car haulers.
Atrocities across cities attack,
attachable atrophies audibly ambush arthritic anthologies.
Anomalies begin apologies between apostrophes,
advancing autonomy arousing ancient animosities.
All eluding Antarctica,
giant frozen crests, multi-coloured ice
hidden in my illustrations
anxious for my distant half.
Friday cassettes and cigarettes
deliberately making bets following “M”.
Breaking bindings and finding “beta” in alphabet,
may feasibly end in debt.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
I discovered a country new to me today
and it makes me wonder what else i can find within myself
when I just spotted myanmar on the giant map
thats been hanging next to my bed for a year.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
i can't believe i'm living out my life's
10 seconds of stupidity with
an un-payable debit account security
of future credit, loans, debt and moaning...
**** me double twice blind with a joker in hand...
of course i'm stupid, i got educated in
a world that pays you back with menial
labour, to look pretty... seriously,
don't do the stupidest thing imaginable and
get yourself a university degree, unless
you're a woman, that's fine, you'll get to
meet and voluntarily wet your ******
with the next president of Romania,
but we need idiot mechanics, and believe
me, i'd rather oil up car pistons like
stroking giraffe necks of Myanmar women....
from **** generals cited through to Epicurus' citation...
believe me, i wish i was smarter,
most of posthumous fame is a regard of
obstructive i.q.,
we were believed to not take offence at our
exposure to systematisation
which educated both thief and banker...
none of the two differ... both excusable buffers...
we trusted people... trust was our biggest idiotic remark...
and now the earth in spin... for endless maxims:
it's like that... and that's the way it is;
no wonder i end up watching serial killer
documentaries.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
sinusunog na mga bahay,
sinasamsam ang mga ari-arian,
sinasaktan pati ang mga bata,
ginagahasa ang mga babae,
at pinapatay ang mga lalake.
ganito araw-araw ang kanilang sinasapit,
hindi sa kamay ng mga tulisan o rebelde,
hindi sila ang salarin sa pang-aapi,
kundi ang estado at militar ang pasimuno.
sila ang pasistang halimaw na naninibasib,
pagkat gusto nilang maubos ang mga Rohingya.
hindi daw sila taga Burma,
latak daw sila ng mga Arabong dayo,
kaya kailangan na sila'y malipol.
walang magawa si Aung San Suu Kyi,
pati s'ya hawak sa leeg ng militar.
walang ginagawa ang Amerika at UN,
palibhasa wala silang mapapala sa mahirap na bansa.
isa na naman ba itong Rwanda,
o katulad sa Gaza?
walang gustong tumulong sa kanilang walang pakinabang.
maramot ang saklolo sa mga madaling maloko,
hindi kinakalinga ng langit ang mga tunay na api at kapos palad,
sapagkat ang mata ng kasaysayan ay nakatuon lagi sa Europa
at sa mga bansang masagana.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
Myanmar
Half a million people thrown out of their country
the silence of our guilt is the weight of shadows
when we unforgiven do nothing to help the people.
To defend them with UN troops, or for that matter
give NATO, a none political role, to stop this inequity.
Myanmar is so far from Europe and the Rohingya
people so primitive and they have no famous writers.
We know nothing of their music, the weight of our
silence is darker than the night.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
Useless Money
I often get petitioning letters so many people trying
to find a place to live and only receive a bitter refusal
and see their children die of thirst and hunger.
I wish to help them, but no money in the world is
enough to stop this flood of humanity seeking a haven
flotsam, the wreck of the unfortunate and we can do
nothing but look another way.
Overwhelmed by the misery I can do little about, but
the woman from Myanmar who won a medal for her
tenacity, choose not to speak. The friendly Buddhists
are killing Muslims in their midst, they have become
refugees; the woman from Myanmar is voiceless.
She, the upper-class daughter of a Burmese general
Who aristocratic behaviour impressed us deeply,
But I ask why she is staying silent now.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times]
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
The decorated dream-city will lose its
electricity for ever;
in all directions, the slogan of hyenas
will be heard only.
Going to the shade of Bodhi Tree,
I asked Gautama Buddha,
'By tasting which poisonous fruit,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre
in Myanmar? '
Hanging his head, said Gautama, 'Darkness.'
Going to Bethlehem, I asked Jesus Christ,
'By drinking which grape-juice,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre in Mosul,
Baghdad and Syria singing of democracy? '
Hanging his head, said Jesus, 'Darkness.'
Going to the holy home of Moses,
I bowed down my head and said, 'Would you
tell me, by eating which Manna and Salwa
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in killing children
and women in holy Palestine? '
Hanging his head, said Moses, 'Darkness.'
Going to Mathura city, I said to Lord Krishna,
'Please tell me, by eating which food
offering to deity, your disciples have become
insane and have been involved in massacre
in Kashmir, Delhi and Gujarat? '
Hanging his head, said Krishna, 'Darkness.'
Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.
Again the days of darkness have descended on earth.
I have been searching Abdul-Muttalib's son
Abdullah's house in Pharaoh's city—
in such a thick darkness, no doubt,
the Sun of the desert had risen
in the lap of Amina!
[Translated by the poet from Bengali]
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
It should’ve been Bagan –
she always loved Bagan,
Myanmar.
look, woman.
I am a dog outside your home,
overwrought and disarmed,
hunting for bones.
inverse moon over Pasig
tonight and I am on
my 4th bottle of beer already,
barking without teeth.
raged behind the typewriter
with nothing but a visibly
veiled waiting
this stance so
obscure,
so absurd
like the abrupt life
of candle-flame.
I was the lover
and you cared for flame:
now the fire is dead
and there is nothing left
for the sea to lambast,
erased by the shores of feel.
symphonies out on the streets
like leprous children scrunched deep in
the mire of the streets for alms.
it is now my 5th bottle
and I **** on the stone-gnome
in my mother’s lawn
and she will know of the reek
of this pungent disbelief – scorn me for
my heavy drinking
but what is a man to do
when he
is as destroyed
as
the morning
outside?
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
Six lovely red, unspoiled apples
lay atop a heap of typical American trash,
call me with a snake-like hiss,
feast on us, feast on us, feast on us.
Come on, Adam; it’s why we exist.
But you’re in a dumpster, I reply,
mingled with garbage, waste, refuse.
What about germs, sanitation, hygiene?
What about my middle-class American pride?
Alongside the apples, a blood-stained newspaper
speaks headlines of disaster—
starving children in Myanmar, Dharfur,
the refugee camps in Syria and Uganda.
I think the sin, not that original in this land of plenty,
would be to let these apples rot, so I pluck them
from the trash, take them home, devour them,
their sweet juice running down my throat
as I write a check to a local food shelf
to assuage the guilt only the full-bellied feel.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
I loved you so, my shining star.
From who you were, to where you've been,
to whom you've met, to what you've seen.
Your shining light is who you are.
From knighted woods to Myanmar,
some only see a lit cigar,
though to me you're a shining queen...
I loved you so.
When you're near or even afar
I'd follow you to all bazaars.
But none could possibly have seen
that something worse was our routine,
that what you'd leave was really scars.
I loved you so...
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
It
sounded like someone was clearing their throat
that awkward sound that sounds like
I sound when I'm getting my coat.
It could have been Arabic, Yuruba, the
language of Myanmar, it could have
been German or Russian or it could just be me
with a spot of concussion.
Dropped on my head I hear languages,
some still living, some long dead
but it still sounds to me
that someone is clearing their throat and
getting my coat sounds a better idea.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
Patience, the most important aspect of spying
They teach that a lot
Some are born with it
Can't be bought
Me, well I've gotten better after all these years
I try to have a book I can read
For it's boredom I fear
Hey, you get to see the world
I've been all around
Got stuck in Southeast Asia
Myanmar still astounds
A culture in contrast
So rich and poor
When it comes to human rights
The world doesn't understand
So here I am in Timbuktu
I'm talking literally
This is the life I have chosen
It works fine for me
My spouse comes along
To help me deal with the insanity
Such as finding good drinking water
Poor pitiful her and me
Aw, but we love it
This life in espionage
I help to save the world
The frequent flyer miles are large
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
"Dadi na da gobe saurin zuwa" Hausa proverb
Hmm!
Did you remember?
How many Muslim's
lives lost before this
presence in Myanmar
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI
NO RESPECT For YOU, NWMI
Generally speaking, KEIN RESPEKT
In the grand scheme of things,
they do NOTHING FOR THE OPPRESSED
NWMI tun im Grunde NICHTS FÜR DIE MUSTADHAFIN
Tell me, what have they done for Yemen?
Tell me, what have they done for Palestine?
Tell me, what have they done for Syria?
Tell me, what have they done for Nigeria?
Tell me, what have they done for Myanmar?
Tell me, what have they done for oppressed Blacks in America
besides feeding some black persons who are homeless
food of lesser quality than they fed themselves at their Galas/parties and at their Eid celebrations
and offering a few BLM programs during BLM's buzz moment, trending time, media coverage frenzy?
Unlike many other Islamic, non-profit organizations run by Muslims,
they have all this money to do a lot with
And comparatively speaking,
they continuously have all this money to do a lot with
Though NWMI, you've learned from with unyielding thanks to them a few Imams and leaders
branded as freedom fighters
voices of the oppressed
who have taught you accurate information
and as far as I know, have not been guest speakers at any of your "signature" programs
So you encourage social responsibility through service
Serving who?
Serving "your own"?
Serving those who in comparison to the world's oppressed and needy
and to those oppressed and needy, both Muslims and non-Muslims in your own backyard
don't need to be served
Ha ha, what a joke
"Hold on to the rope of Allah all together and be not divided." Qur'an 3:103
in bold it reads, a welcome to their website
Well, they've divided themselves
They've separated themselves alright
from the Mustadhafin
The most oppressed of the believers,
they've separated themselves from
I'm sure the ones you look to as role models
the Ahlul Bayt (AS)
would highly approve of your complicit, apathetic ways
Their feet followed the Mustadhafin everywhere they were
everywhere they went
You're NOT following in the Ahlul Bayt's footsteps
You're NOT
We smell hypocrisy and we hate that smell
We hate that smell called hypocrisy
KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI
Tell me, what have you done for Iraq?
Tell me, what have you done for Afghanistan?
Tell me, what have you done for Somalia?
Tell me, what have you done for Pakistan?
Tell me, what have you done for Palästina, for again, Palestine
"...PALESTINE CONTINUES TO BE THE ISSUE
and ISRAEL, ZIONIST ISRAEL CONTINUES TO BE THE PROBLEM." (IMAM ASI, 5/2008)
Surely, you know, they're dying right now
They're mourning right now. RIGHT NOW
Tell me, what have you done for them?
Tell me, what have you done for me and my people...yeh the ones who are suffering in unfathomable ways all over the place?
Tell me, what have you done for my bleeding mercilessly, oppressed family?
Tell me, what have you done for my yelling loudly, screaming their hearts out for help brethren...our brothers and our sisters?
Tell me, what have you done for my regularly targeted, innocent, dear human friends?
In the grand scheme of things,
Nix
Nothing
KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI
NO RESPECT For YOU, NWMI
I THINK YOU HEARD ME
By: Najwa Kareem
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 5:37 PM UTC
https://youtu.be/qm4cyQGPUSI
All my recent rant to lift the spirits of dying poets in myanmar
May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 3:36 PM UTC
Let's wear a mask!
So that we can hide our sadness or joy.
Let's wear a mask;
So that we can conceal our indifference
For the turtles that eat them in the seas.
Let's wear a mask;
So that we can ignore
Yet another coup d'etat in Myanmar.
Let's wear a mask;
So that we can buy and sell Pfizer stocks.
Let's wear a mask
As we were in Epidaur or Venice.
Let's wear a mask
So we won't breathe exhaust fumes.
Let's also wear a mask
To stop the virus.
So let’s wear a mask,
Not a great change do I ask,
Let's accept this simple task.
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC
In Myanmar and Thailand,
images of bodies
dropping from skyscrapers
or cranes displaced, dislodged
natural disasters
humans sadly helpless
In Gaza, Palestine,
images of bodies
tossed high up to the skies
faceless, mercilessly,
by genocidal bombs
Humanity can't rest . . .
Our hearts cry, eyes are dry . . .
tounges, ears, anaesthesized . . .
Nostrils and throat choking
with insensitive air . . .
Impunity's blowing
And suffocates the soul!
Who said 'All life matters' ?
Who's sad? - All lives matter . . .
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 8:47 AM UTC
People often say that the youths of generation Z are weak , lazy and useless.
Of course there are some who are stupid losers among them.
But actually many of them want to form an ideal world.
A world with a truly humane system.
For that purpose they have the courage to rebel.
Against the old system that is full of rot.
In America they held protests against the Israeli lobby network on large campuses.
In Bangladesh they held large protests against the government which was taking away the people's rights.
In Myanmar they fought against the military junta coup that repressively overthrew the government.
In Palestine they are still fighting in the midst of the Israeli genocide.
Of course they must be ready to bear the worst risk.
Aaron Bushnell , Ma Kyal Sin.
Thousands of youths in Bangladesh , Myanmar , Palestine and other countries.
They all died in the struggle.
For what they believed was something worth fighting for.
They died holding the honor as brave young fighters.
While those who are still alive continue to fight.
They believe the old rotten system will slowly fall.
It will be replaced by a new humane system for a better future.
So the future of the world belongs to them.
To generation Z who are now called to fight.
April 2025
By Alvian Eleven
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
The Displaced
The Rohingya people are fleeing Myanmar where
they have lived for many generations, the British when it was
called Burma, gave them passports; they had a homeland.
This has now been taking away from them, their villages burnt
to the ground, many young men killed.
They are a people made homeless mainly because they are
Moslem in a Buddhist country,
or is Buddhism a religion, based on the teaching of Buddha,
a wise man who lived in his mother's garden and spoke about
peace and tolerance. Is there a religion called Socrates?
Why is this holocaust so utterly underreported? Again one has
To ask the question: is it because they are Moslems.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
QUEEN Afareen designed a perfume bottle
she herself exuded a scent of untainted ambergris, orris wafted as her heavenly cue
lime with jasmine spritz her exuberant hue
a black swan neck curved crystal female form
this bottle crafted in alexandrite, mirroring her
pharaoh shaped silhouette, gold sun rays embedded facade, stopper of opal warm
ruby inlays rested languidly at bottle base
slivers of pearl and aquamarine laced
replica of Aphrodite she encased in Myanmar teak, sculpted with elk ivory, reclining bottle
in Muga silk before a river lilting lily wattle
then gifted herself her own bottle, liquid tomb
nimble fingers twisting opal top for perfume
her unique irreplaceable exuding essence
imperceptibly drifting reverent presence
drinking the last undistilled drops from
edenic perfume bottle, QUEEN Afareen
extinguished herself gracefully into muscled
arms of Adonis, as bottle drifted downstream
towards turquoise ocean emptied, beamed
a sorrowed counterploy buried, it screamed
Copyright: GhairoDanielsPoetry ____________
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 6:00 AM UTC
Imelda Marcos had only three
hundred and sixty five pairs of
footwear. Every leap year once in
four, she went shoeless for charity.
Muslim Women fled barefoot to
Bangladesh from Burma, because
Aung San Suu Kyi believed, that
charity must always begin at home!
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:08 AM UTC
Recklessly handsome
Living on a daily mix of adrenaline and caffeine
A carnation boutonnière ever-present
He’s a new dog being taught old tricks
Adroit, ready to pounce
In the field, alive
It’s complicated when you can’t discuss what you do
That’s why most date inside the Agency
As does he
Deployed in Myanmar
Under cover
Working alone
He can’t date anyone
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC
How it is so insane
There is a hardening of empathy in the blood vessels
of the Western world has peace lasted too long, if we
regard bloodletting as a natural cycle like the seasons
and now it is blue frost winter in the heart of man.
We have always been killing each other, the USA was
born by eradicating the local population and indeed
in Latin America, the conquistadors killed 90%
of its people and now we have Israel repeating
the long history of ****** not to forget the Rohingya
people escaping being slain by Buddhists in Myanmar.
Now we see a crescendo of mass eradication of plants
and animals, the very foundation of human life it is as
we are at war with self, committing suicide in our quest
to dominate others and thereby us.
There will be no place to hide whether we live in a castle
or in a cave when the world is red-hot bullet hurtling through space, and there will be no history to tell.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 5:10 AM UTC