"saf" poems - Hello Poetry

Brother don't leave me now, Come down this way with me. If you go out on your own You'll never return saf-ely.

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Apr 9, 2012

Apr 9, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC

peacockbrain

LSD

Brother don't leave me now, Come down this way with me. If you go out on your own You'll never return saf-ely.

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It's the sixth of Muharram and we just cried about Qasim The little hall is getting fuller, but my inhaler's there to rescue when it wasn't there to save Sakina from the flames at Sham-e-Ghariba Or help to heal As-Sajjad and make him a bit stronger. The tension's rising, because I have never been, and Iraq is in so much undeserved trouble And the mosque's gotta close by twelve or the authorities'll get to ya. And we don't want that to happen. The saf is rushed, and words pronounced wrong seven year old's are joining the adult one even though they know they're too short because no one's taught 'em how to do it It's gham time and the Maulana's rushing it, quickening the masaib so as not to go overtime Sitting and observing and trying to see it as an outsider It's all so beautiful the tears for goodness and the community spirit We're not terrorists trying to take over the world We're Hussainis, try'na help it

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Oct 31, 2014

Oct 31, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC

a-f-moment

Karbala I

It's the sixth of Muharram and we just cried about Qasim The little hall is getting fuller, but my inhaler's there to rescue when it wasn't there to save Sakina from the flames at Sham-e-Ghariba Or help to heal As-Sajjad and make him a bit stronger. The tension's rising, because I have never been, and Iraq is in so much undeserved trouble And the mosque's gotta close by twelve or the authorities'll get to ya. And we don't want that to happen. The saf is rushed, and words pronounced wrong seven year old's are joining the adult one even though they know they're too short because no one's taught 'em how to do it It's gham time and the Maulana's rushing it, quickening the masaib so as not to go overtime Sitting and observing and trying to see it as an outsider It's all so beautiful the tears for goodness and the community spirit We're not terrorists trying to take over the world We're Hussainis, try'na help it

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Safe Drive Safe Driv Safe Dri Safe Dr Safe D Safe Saf Sa S ringing in my head, looking down at my phone one more time replying with "i will, I love..." her later getting the phone call I never really got to tell her how I feel and I guess I never will. being 6ft under with the words still at my fingertips. and the dirt muffling my screams

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Jun 23, 2016

Jun 23, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC

maddii-lloyd

Safe Driv..e

Safe Drive Safe Driv Safe Dri Safe Dr Safe D Safe Saf Sa S ringing in my head, looking down at my phone one more time replying with "i will, I love..." her later getting the phone call I never really got to tell her how I feel and I guess I never will. being 6ft under with the words still at my fingertips. and the dirt muffling my screams

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Tribute To The Fallen SAF Woe to troops of bemedalled cops Ill fated elite forces, they were the tops Uniformed men, well trained and bright Braved the stillness of the cold night Sneaked through the forests deep While rebels dozed off to sleep. Heroic mission to the jaws of death Men unfazed went in glorious treat Walked straight to the enemies' lair Before the break of first dawn flare Under cover of the pitch dark night Unbroken, unyielding, all set to fight. Two terrorists to neutralize or slew Anti terror raid ordered to push through Gallant men unswerving in their pursuit Display of valor, in dispute be resolute Onward with brevity,victory almost at hand Foes' enclaves were quietly overran. Rebels alerted to sounds of gunfire Drew up arms going haywire In salacious and murderous frenzy, Engaged the intruders in butchery Moro rebels' treacherous cry Avenge the terrorists slay try. Valiant ones mercilessly felled by bullets That ripped through their souls and bodies Eyes stared up the skies to God be plead Last dying wish be home with beloved Heroes' blood splattered on the ground Pain and death in glory were in rebound. Silence pervaded the blood bathed marshland Their sacrifice to nourish dear motherland Woe to the gallant men who fought and died Gave up their lives in the name of peace and pride Woe to a people who revere, sorrow they cannot hide. Woe to a nation that grieves over its fallen men. Delilah Causin, Feb 3, 2015

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Feb 24, 2015

Feb 24, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC

delilah-causin

Lament For The Fallen 44

Tribute To The Fallen SAF Woe to troops of bemedalled cops Ill fated elite forces, they were the tops Uniformed men, well trained and bright Braved the stillness of the cold night Sneaked through the forests deep While rebels dozed off to sleep. Heroic mission to the jaws of death Men unfazed went in glorious treat Walked straight to the enemies' lair Before the break of first dawn flare Under cover of the pitch dark night Unbroken, unyielding, all set to fight. Two terrorists to neutralize or slew Anti terror raid ordered to push through Gallant men unswerving in their pursuit Display of valor, in dispute be resolute Onward with brevity,victory almost at hand Foes' enclaves were quietly overran. Rebels alerted to sounds of gunfire Drew up arms going haywire In salacious and murderous frenzy, Engaged the intruders in butchery Moro rebels' treacherous cry Avenge the terrorists slay try. Valiant ones mercilessly felled by bullets That ripped through their souls and bodies Eyes stared up the skies to God be plead Last dying wish be home with beloved Heroes' blood splattered on the ground Pain and death in glory were in rebound. Silence pervaded the blood bathed marshland Their sacrifice to nourish dear motherland Woe to the gallant men who fought and died Gave up their lives in the name of peace and pride Woe to a people who revere, sorrow they cannot hide. Woe to a nation that grieves over its fallen men. Delilah Causin, Feb 3, 2015

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You suspected Saffy Was shafted by her Brother; the big ape Eyed her frequently From his armchair In the corner when You called on her To go out. She had That, Oh I can’t go Out now look; can’t We stay in, watch a Movie or go to my Room and listen to the Hifi? Sure, you’d say, And go to her to room And sit in the chair by The wide window as she Sorted through records. The side of her neck was Shot with brown marks, Her eyes haunted, her thin Fingers flicking LPs, her Tongue lying on her lower Lip. She played her only Beatles album, Help, Played it loud, sitting On the edge of her bed, Nodding her head. The ape Knocked her door, peered Through the gap, not too loud Saf, turn it down lover child, Don’t want any neighbours Banging on the wall, he said. She waved you goodbye from The door, the ape saw you Off, his eyes following your *** down the path with His sick laugh. Saf didn’t Say that he did, but hinted, Implied; her words echoing Through the mind years later. The ape long since dead; Bullet in the head, by her They said, pulling the trigger Of the father’s gun, ending It in the room where all began; Window open, wind blowing Curtains, gun blast, midday sun.

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Apr 16, 2016

Apr 16, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC

TerryCollett

SUSPECTING. (OLD POEM)

You suspected Saffy Was shafted by her Brother; the big ape Eyed her frequently From his armchair In the corner when You called on her To go out. She had That, Oh I can’t go Out now look; can’t We stay in, watch a Movie or go to my Room and listen to the Hifi? Sure, you’d say, And go to her to room And sit in the chair by The wide window as she Sorted through records. The side of her neck was Shot with brown marks, Her eyes haunted, her thin Fingers flicking LPs, her Tongue lying on her lower Lip. She played her only Beatles album, Help, Played it loud, sitting On the edge of her bed, Nodding her head. The ape Knocked her door, peered Through the gap, not too loud Saf, turn it down lover child, Don’t want any neighbours Banging on the wall, he said. She waved you goodbye from The door, the ape saw you Off, his eyes following your *** down the path with His sick laugh. Saf didn’t Say that he did, but hinted, Implied; her words echoing Through the mind years later. The ape long since dead; Bullet in the head, by her They said, pulling the trigger Of the father’s gun, ending It in the room where all began; Window open, wind blowing Curtains, gun blast, midday sun.

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