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Mohammed Arafat Apr 2020
Salam...
Since years and years,
they talked Salam.
I see no Salam.
What is Salam?
I don’t know how to say Salam.
Salam!

Mohammed S Arafat
04-04-2020
Peace means Salam in Arabic. This poem is for those who have been talking about Salam and never made it happen.
Snigdha Banerjee Jul 2015
SIR APJ ABDUL KALAM KO SALAM !
VEH MARE NAHI HAI
VEH TO AMAAR HAI
UNKE UPDESH
UNKI SOCH
UNKA SAPNA
AMAAR HAI AUR HAMESHA RAHEGA !
VEH ZINDA HAI
HAMARE DILO ME
HAM SAB ME KALAM HAI !
I AM KALAM
YOU ARE KALM
WE ARE KALAM
VISION 2020 AB DOOR NAHI !
MISSILE MAN OF INDIA SIR APJ ABDUL KALAM PASSES AWAY ON 27-07-15 While devilering a speech in Shillong !  Sir will always stay in our hearts !
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2017
The day is quiet
is given to the sun.
Pop in the night
every miniute
is people's time.

I look up in the sky
but missing a star.
Maybe it's lurking
in the sweet breeze.
Najwa Kareem May 2018
In Allah’s eyes, you are special…each and every one of us.
In Allah’s eyes, there could be a blessing waiting for you.
In Allah’s eyes, you have a shimmering heart.
In Allah’s eyes, your hands mirror His.
In Allah’s eyes, the chance to do the impossible is every day.
In Allah’s eyes, there is no one better than you except the one better in character.
In Allah’s eyes, you’ve given it your all.
In Allah’s eyes, He’s giving you everything you need.
In Allah’s eyes, your walls are transparent.
In Allah’s eyes, your affections reach many.
In Allah’s eyes, you’re the only one who stands in the way.
In Allah’s eyes, your Salam means more than peace.
In Allah’s eyes, your mistakes are no secret and His love is still there.
In Allah’s eyes, truth is all we know.
In Allah’s eyes, we have an infinite number of beginnings.
In Allah’s eyes, you are everywhere He can see.
In Allah’s eyes, you doubt how close you are to Him.
In Allah’s eyes, you are gracious and kind.
In Allah’s eyes, you’re doing right with His special favor.
In Allah’s eyes, there’s only one constant in your life.
In Allah’s eyes, your face shines bright.

By Najwa Kareem
Today May 16th is the first day of Ramadan 2018.

Ramadan Mubarak/Happy Ramadan!!

O ye people! adore your Guardian-Lord, who created you and those who came before you, that ye may have the chance to learn righteousness. (The Holy Quran Sura/Chapter Baqara, Ayat /Verse 21)

This adoring of Allah and having the chance or the opportunity or the means to learn what is right goes hand and hand. Having an opportunity to learn what is right is dependent upon or is contingent on this adoration of Allah or this adoring of Allah. And still then this learning of righteousness is not guaranteed because Allah says...that yea may have the chance.... This is another example of where everything or the outcome of anything is dependent upon or contingent on Allah's mercy.

Hopefully we can work very hard and focus our attention this month of Ramadan on adoring Allah as much as we can so that we may become righteous, so that we may become virtuous; So that in Allah's eyes we are seen and known as righteous and virtuous individuals. In the end, this is what it will all come down to.

Adoration:
very strong love or worship for someone.
Adoration is a feeling of great admiration and love for someone or something.
a worshiping or paying homage, as to a divinity.
great love, devotion, and respect.
the act of paying honor to a divine being; worship.
reverent homage.
fervent and devoted love.

This poem was originally published here: http://inspirationalstorytellers.com/submission-in-allahs-gods-eyes/

Then I wrote: “I am inspired to submit this poem to your website for publishing in celebration of Ramadan, a month of fasting for Muslims. The first day for 2016 began last Monday. God consciousness or being aware of God’s power presence or nearness to us is the main goal of Ramadan. My poem aims to inspire in us the reality that Allah or God is ever and joyfully present in our lives”.
bukalah samudra putihmu untuk sepenggal bayangan hitam ini
Biarlah ia arungi pusaran ombak dahagamu
Bawakan  salam duka bahwa aku penuh luka
Luka, yang ku balut sepenggal bayangan hitam itu.

lukislah doa di pundak bayang hitam
Biarpun itu kelam akan ku beri salam
Akulah lukamu, di alam
bukalah putihmu untuk sepenggal bayang hitam ini...
Aridea P Oct 2011
Untukmu Cinta
Sejuta kata tercipta untukmu
Segenap jiwa ku serahkan padamu
Hingga akhir waktu ku sembahkan hanya untuk mu

Meski tak kau terima
Cinta dalam hati ku
Terhempas begitu saja
Bagai dari langit ku jatuh

Ingin ku berenang di lautan
Arungi samudera bersama ombak
Desir pasir melagukan alunan daun
Lambaian tangan untuk berselancar

Indah cinta mengikat raga
Satu aliran nadi di salam darah
Mulut mengucap selalu kata cinta
Hati pun akan selalu bahagia
Max Neumann Jun 2021
1.) tizzop introduced gangsta poetry february 2021
     no man ever before created a poetry genre alike
     gangsta poetry, robust melting *** of languages
     and ethnicities, as it reflects the united states

2.) the idols of gangsta poetry are rooted in the
      underworld, blacks, hispanics, italo- and irish-
      americans, asians, arabs, germans, kurds,
      yugos, albanians, afghans, northern-africans...

3.) multilingual are the core, heart and soul of
     a gangsta poem: glockz, rubix cubies, 31er
     salam, jebeš igru, habibis, brüder, fo' sho':
     rapid months, frozen silverfruit, whole ones

4.) every letter of gangsta poetry becomes the
     side effects of our brand's real-life greed and fury
      mourning the end of beloved baby mommas
      deaths caused by strayed bullets that vamoose

5.) gangsta poetry aims to be published among
      all ethnic communities of the 50 united states
      deadline 08/16/21 stresses american willpower
      gangsta poetry scandalously hits us's curriculas

6.) each of the 194 remaining countries is urged
     to promote and govern gangsta poetry for
     the neglected, weighted with glacial contempt
     these males and females discover their kind in us

7.) tizzop established a saying: "treat every being  
     with an open mind, but fight back, baby, if anyone
     disrespects you, the gps, or our hangarounds"
     at war, we remember our families before we blast

8.) bar none, each gangsta poet is free to connect
      affiliate and distribute with and for the gp's
      brothas and sistas -- gps create examples of
      social diversity and historical dimensions

9.) female gangsta poets are a quarter of us
      some keep it gal, united sisterhood, astute flow
      in memory of leery leyla, chalondra, kateyy,
      mountainbird, ivanka cociç, ashima abraham

10.) genderfree, gangsta poets are chosen
        undertakings composed by thugs & artists
        the spirit of a few meets strife of hood speech
        gp evolved from a movement to an own identity

11.) restrictions do not apply for written creation
        strategic outgrowth and unshaken cash flow
        gp embraces brainy ones, and our soldiers
        narrators in conspiracy, art nouveau trips

12.) gangsta poetry admires the following people:
        jeezy, killa cam, toni der assi, iron sal, dmx
        anton chigurh, sigmund freud, rashid stoogie
        larry hoover, elliot york hp, kevin of allpoetry

13.) taktloss, luis fonsi, blockmonsta, all bolivian
        and peruvian farmers, te amamos, our brothers
        187 strassenbande, senion mogilevich, nirvana
        john murphy, dem dudes alpha hotel frankfurt

14.) much love to all global units, poets, thieves
        traffic architects, hackers, true skippos
        german bakeries, all-black betting shops
        jews from brighton beach, hispanic halos

15.) benny da bandit, tony tarantula, gambino, brate
        hamza al-mighty, fat **** frank, jens, das brain
        fred merciless, familia escorpio, ruben and levi
        ali firefists, kimbo slice, scarface, oleksiy, dejan

16.) daim, loomit, dns 1up, **** my **** crew
        berlin kreuzberg 36ers, playboys hannover
        yard bird 1955, taki 183 n.y.c., basquiat, level
        dbl ffm-skychildren, bomber, city mission
    
17.) gangsta poetry overwhelmingly shaped by
       our ancestors who boosted the poetry of ages
       train bombers, rappers, trappers, taggers, cutters
       we descent from them, honor their names

18.) gangsta poets die for poems that struck
        gps, fans and critics in a possessive way
        limits of real talk and boasting are in flux
        trance batters the face of reason, at dusk


                                          *


Once upon a time at March 22nd, 2021
Kreuzberg SO 36, Berlin, Germany...
Dedicated to all Gangsta Poets Worldwide

Heaven and hell yeah, disciples outpace seconds
Greetings from Wondaland, a.k.a. The Magic City
***  GANGSTAPOETRY  ***  
                      ***  48 SOULS  *** 
                        

                GANGSTAPOETS:

*  TIZZOP  *  FAMILIA ESCORPIO: SOLDADO ADELITA, ALEJANDRO, THE PROTECTOR & DIEGO, THE TEACHER  *  JEEZY  *  CHALONDRA  *  DMX  *  MOUNTAINBIRD  *  ECCO2K  *  IVANKA COCIÇ  *  KIMBO SLICE  *  LEVY & SOLOMON  *  JORDANOS  *
***  EDEN & NICHOLAS  ***         


               GANGSTAPOETS:


*  TAKTLOSS  *  ASHIMA ABRAHAM  *
*  MERCILESS FREDDY  *  OLEKSIY  *
*  STORMZY  *  LEERY LEYLA  *  ALI
FIREFISTS  *  SIGMUND FREUD  *  FALCO 
*  ANNE CLARK  *  DOMINIQUE NORTHSTAR  *  POOR / THCO  * 
*  1UP CREW  *  CITY MISSION  *  ZORIN  *
*  CHRIS R.



                  GANGSTAPOETS:

*  FREEMAN AND K-RHYME LE ROI  * 
*  FRUMPY  *  ASSI-TONI  **  LUDOVICO EINAUDI  *  HAMZA AL-MIGHTY  *  TONY
TARANTULA  *  KATEYY  *  LOOMIT  * 
*  FAT **** FRANK  **  ANTON CHIGURGH  *  ROSARIO DE LIMA  *  CELLAR FIREFLY  *  LARRY HOOVER  *
*  LUIS FONSI  *  JONATHAN HABESHA OF ALPHAHOTEL WONDALAND  *
Noandy Feb 2016
Yang mengutarakan salam pagi ini
Hanya sesayat keheningan
Dari reruntuhan nafas yang tiap isapnya
Riuh dirundung rindu

Perhatikan,
Ini salah satu pertanda
Soal dekadensi kidung
Yang biasanya, tanpa kita sadari
Teralun lemas tiap pagi
Lembut tanpa gemericik

Kidung itu bisa jadi sudah keterlaluan
Bisa jadi ia terlalu sadis pada sepi tiap subuh.
Senandung itu, memang benar,
Sebatas bisikan-bisikan lantang
Yang gemar memuja sepi dengan memporak-porandakannya,
Yang gemar menghantui sunyi agar  terlelap sebelum terbit.

Mungkin,
kidung itu terlalu masokis
Bernyanyi sendiri tanpa ada yang
Peduli pada dendangnya yang kelewat mengusik
Dan kelewat menggoda, sehingga semua lebih memilih
Terlelap saja. Bukan berdansa.

Ini salah satu pertanda
Soal dekadensi kidung perih
Yang biasanya teralun malas tiap pagi
Menggerakkan setan-setan kecil
Untuk membutakan mata dan membuat tuli dalam sekejap.
Jangan berdansa.

Tak ada yang peduli, semua masih tertidur.
Dan itu bisa jadi salahmu sendiri.
Tapi tak apa, iblis masih menyayangimu
Dengan sangat manusiawi.

Lagipula, seperti pagi ini,
Kesunyian kembali bersila pada permadaninya
Ditemani kicauan mencibir burung rohani.

Selamat pagi,
Senyap.

Anda yakin tidak ingin bangun
Dan menanggapi kidung yang terus memanggil
Untuk berdansa setengah jiwa?
Subuh hanya datang seterbit sekali.
Tuhan hanya merindu lima kali sehari.
Moonity Jun 2018
Aku akan mengatakannya sekali lagi
Pada matahari tengah malam di belahan bumi lain
Ada tapi tak pernah kau lihat
Siapa di dalam benakmu ketika terdengar kalimat pahit itu

Aku akan mengatakannya sekali lagi
Hujan di tengah langit cerah biru sekilas awan bergerak pelan
Nyata tapi kebencianmu padanya

Lagi aku mengatakannya padamu
Aku cinta kamu
Terakhir kali sebelum melepas yang harusnya bebas
Selamat tinggal, cintaku yang konyol.
—ini adalah kebohongan terbesarku tapi semoga saja waktu membantuku lupa akan kamu yang terlalu lama menetap tanpa balasan.
Poets from all over the world are invited to submit their original poems to Mombasa poetry anthology 2016.These anthology is organized by the Kenyan society of poets and literary scholars. It is out of literary and cultural recognition of the historical fact that Mombasa and its environs is home man, it is an indisputable home to all types of people in all their capacities and stations. It is historically evident that, at least a European, an African, Asian, Indian, American, Australian or Chinese have a home in Mombasa. This has been the case from as early as 7 AD. When the Oman Arabs landed at the east African coast in the moon-son wind driven dhows.
This anthology will be published Kenya, as a print version latest by December 2016, under the title, ANTHEM OF HOPE.   The anthology will have a collection of 2000 poems, written in English, or written in any other language but accompanied with a translation to English, each poet is allowed to submit three poems, a poem must not exceed 500 words, all poems must be submitted as one document of MS word attachment, the font types to be used are times Romans, the size is 12. The poem can be in any style without having creativity of the poet being decimated by traditional literary canonicity, but as long as the poem will be addressing and not limited to the following themes in relation to Mombasa;
1) Mombasa city, other towns Around Mombasa like Kisumayu, Lamu, Kibino,Hola, Mpeketon, Bamburi, Malindi, Watamu, Gede, Matsangoni, kilifi, Vipingo, Takaungu, Mtwapa, Shimo la tewa, Bamburi, Likoni,ukunda,wa,msambweni,lunga Lunga,Vanga , Shimoni, Tanga,msofala, Dar salam and Zanzibar, as well as Mariakani and Voi,taita,taveta and Arusha,
2) Mombasa people, The miji-kenda,arabs,European, bajuni, Indians, and any other in relation to Mombasa
3) Mombasa features like the Indian ocean, likon ferry, fort jesus,beaches,vasco da Gama pillar, nyali bridge,Makupa cause way and any other feature,
4) Mombasa populations; Christians, muslim,LGBTI,drug addicts, the deaf, blind, scrotal elephantiasis victims,dwarfs,jinis and any other in realtion to Mombasa,
5) Mombasa fauna and flora, kilifi trees, mango trees, palm wine tree, crow birds, cats, flies, vultures,snakes,pythons Mombasa
6) Mombasa cultures,womenfolk,weddings, music, donkey-games, stick-games and any other in relation to Mombasa,
7) Mombasa city dynamics, hustles,bustles,Al-shabab, job seeking, youths and behaviour and any other theme ,
8 ) Overall themes to be addressed under the Mombasa city context are; Indian ocean and poetry, family, human rights, climate change, security , poverty, pollution, globalization,migration,corruption,cosmopolitanism,culture,langua­ge,war,refuges,natural resources and any other them pertinent to Mombasa
******, racist, prejudicial or any hate perpetrating poems will not be published, For the poets that will have their poems published there will be a ceremony of spoken word and poetry reading from the published poems in early December  2016 ( exact date will be communicated) on the white sands beach at Sarova hotel.
The last day for submission of your poems is July 31st 2016, the notification about your poem being accepted and yet to be published is 31st august 2016.
Submit your poems along with a bio note of not more than 500 words to the email mombasapoetryanthology@yahoo.com, along with a serial number and a scanned copy of the slip for payment of the handling fees of Kenya shillings 500 or 5 US dollars for the three poems. The account to pay in is Standard Chartered Bank (Kenya) account number; 0100310788200 the swift code is; SCBLKENX and bank code is 02
Five winning poets will be prized in the following order; the first poet will win 5000 US dollars, second poet will win 4000 US dollars, the third will win 3000 US dollars, 2000 US dollars, and lastly 1000 US dollars.
Each published poet will get two copies of the anthology free of charge. Further questions for clarification about the Mombasa Poetry anthology can be emailed mombasapoetryanthology@yahoo.com
Micheal Wolf Feb 2013
The Answer?
Karman. Blessings and peace of your god be upon you
Wa 'alaykum s-salamu  wa l-lahi wa barakatuh
I have a gifted copy of The Glorious Our'an"  Given to me by a Somalia imam from the local Mosque. A great guy. It is a true not perceptive translation  by Abdul Majid Daryabadi you may know the text. The Islamic Foundation Sponsored and published it. I have read it and it's commentary. So that I guess removes the misguided presumption of a lack of knowledge or respect for your faith. You don't have to follow a faith to appreciate it. He has also done a rather good commentary on the King James version of the bible. From an Islamic view that may be a good read for the future. As to the Bible I was born to a Strict Irish catholic family attended bible and catechism classes. My aunt is a Missionary Nun and another close friend a Priest. I have also read Hindu and other eastern texts the Marabahatra is a fascinating read.
Theology is something of a hobby. I'm currently reading the book of Mormon it's creation somewhat similar to the Quran prophets being spoken to by god etc. I won't give my academic qualifications suffice to say 11 years at universitys and 3 colleges kept me busy. I now work in the criminal justice system in a diverse multi cultural area. So it is your God Allah is your true religion not mine nor is Christianity. It would be hypocritical to revere a god I don't hold faith to.
None the less I respect and appreciate and see parallels. For instance Isaiah 3: 16-18 is a similar contrast to the oppression to women's chosen sexuality as shown by Sarah .sl-Nur  : 31 in your holy book.
I read it I appreciate it yet find it moral distasteful in its application in both the Quran and Bible.
I'd ask at this point have you read other texts Kamran?  Or does your sect of Islam prohibit it? You see knowledge isn't power it is enlightenment.  I think some Zealots both Muslim and Christian are more frightened of girl with a pen and an education, than a kid with a gun. I digress.
As to spelling the Quran has three variants in the accepted English / ISO Latin format. Primarily from the 5th century, although Anglo Saxo influence was stamped out by monks by the 7th. This lead to interpretation not translation. Later translations from Arabic texts to English suffer incompatibility as oddly does Mandarin Chinese which is woefully difficult to translate to from Arabic. It is a little late now but many language scholars believe English suffers having 12 letters that didn't make the grade as it where. OU  combined being one of them. That following Q gives a more fluid pronouncing of the Word Qouran.  Yet it is accepted as Quran and it's accents and flections sadly missed by the western key board. Then we have Koran which again tries to help the western voice pronounce it. This the third most common spelling is seated in the  Germanic influences of futhark gothic Romo Greek Latin dare I say modern languages.The texts of the old testament suffer the same fate. These translated from Sifrei Torah an ancient Hebrew bastardised descendant of aramaic a distant relative of ancient Arabic languages.    

So Karman it wasn't spelt deliberately to offend you. Having to explain context to every word presented to you, clearly shows you can write in English and I presume I hope given your presented intellect other languages. Yet it is easy to interpret a single word wrongly and not with ignorance or malice. You also have a great understanding of your faith a true believer yet a tunnel vision as to others and acceptance not belief of their faith.
Buddha said ( if you accept his existence, not his teachings etc)  "WE ARE SHAPED BY OUR THOUGHTS; WE BECOME WHAT WE THINK"  
So not accepting others is allowing the mind to be a thief of knowledge and an incarnate evil.
****** was a Christian. Are all Christians Jew murderers, homosexual and Islam persecutors.
Clearly not some are as my friend I believe you are enlightened and saw a satirical response as an insult to your God and looked deeper for a meaning of aggression that clearly isn't there.
Your Holy  Quran is holy to a follower.

A lovely Islamic quote on faith and follower is

"There is a difference between knowledge and faith. Satan had knowledge Satan knew Allah, better than you or I but Satan didn't have faith"

As-salam alaykum
NURUL AMALIA Nov 2018
waktu tidak serta merta memberi salam maupun pamit
ia berjalan saja mengikuti poros
dan terkadang aku tak merasanya
cepat..
kemarin rasanya aku baru akrab denganmu, setalah kebungkaman yang berbicara menahun
aku hanya bisa tertawa, jika aku ingat dulu.
kamu dan aku kemudian dibawa waktu untuk saling bicara untuk pertama kali
sebenernya aku dipaksa karena aku membutuhkan bantuanmu
aku memanfaatmu..agar kita dekat mungkin itulah cara-Nya
maaf..
sampailah kita diakhir studi kuliah
topi bertali dan jubah sudah mantap kita kenakan
tapi dihari itu aku tak melihatmu
mauku melihatmu dengan jas hitam dan kemeja merah mudamu yang manis
tapi aku senang.
semoga kamu gapai maumu selalu
dan selamat.. aku masih merepotkanmu hingga detik ini
LD Goodwin May 2013
Awake! Ye ancient brittle bones,
Unfold yourselves to me.
For I am sick at heart
And an unprevailing cause mocks my sleep.
Our time is upon us.
We must gather together now as one
While the squeak and gibber
Of these impious spirits haunt our very purpose.

Awake! Ye sleeping minions,
Ye true warriors of love,
With hearts and souls at well deserved rest.
Though our duty hath been done 'tis true,
And deserv'd the slumber of all eternity,
The devil's fray is ashore
And 'tis time we take on flesh and finish the closing battle.

As it is unwritten on our souls in heaven
We, the last moral servants,
True at heart and conscience,
Are to become one in the flesh for the last clash.
Aye, but here's the rub,
There'll be no battlefield for to drive our staves into.
No streams to run red with the blood of gentle kin and death mongers.
No blackened sky from pyers ablaze.
This, the last battle shall be fought
Not with blades of contempt and disdain,
But with the sacred sword of Love,
A sword that God Himself shall forge.
He shall gather all our souls
And cast them into His sacred furnace, to make His sacred whirling mace from heaven.
For no man hath made a weapon that can ever thwart the madness of war.

The power of Love has come to fruition
And we mortal warriors shall wield Its might.
For hate is the true enemy here,
Not zealous underlings
Eager to serve their dispirited hearts.
Hate is what burns in their eyes,
Hate is also what blinds them.
And now, like a handful of bees,
They torment the earth with their misguided mission.
Hate is the tinder
And lies are the winds that fan their unholy flames.
With the patience of a weaver
They loom their imperfect prayer rug,
That the god in their mind may think them humble.
Yea, even now as the pestilence kneels and prays
And bows its head in gesture,
It is in gesture only.
His ancient prayers, though once righteous and profound,
Now come from lips tight with blind hatred
And God strains to hear his worshipping.
For the God his forefathers bowed to was a loving merciful God
Who's auspicious whispers kissed the words of love, hope and forgiveness.
Nay, death was not upon His lips.
Though they wave the ****** banner of their unportentous god,
With misread writ their disjointed false prophets blindly lead them on.
Like scornfilled women whose wrath is tainted with the blood of a thousand censorious years
And can not wipe their memories clean.
Their ceaseless thoughts of revenge eat at them,
Like brain-sick harpies madly gnawing off their own limbs.
Bid you make haste,
For he is at the door.
He has been here, settled in and quiet.
He wears the hats of peasant folk and hides.
Fie, fie!
To skinny among the masses and plant seeds of terror
Like impish gnomes.

Rise up bones! You rusted mantle clad mercenaries of the dark
I do beseech you
Walk into the light, into the light of omega
The reckoning
On to fight on no battleground!
On to fight for no faith nor religion!
On to fight for no flag nor country!
On to fight for all mankind!
On into the battle to end all battles!
For the **** crew and the earth has begun its retrograde.
Already have our thews began to form,
Soon, once dusty, moldy hands will take up the truncheon's length of Hope
And do the deed for which we were born,
And for which we gave our breath.
Heaven hath made us one,
And our single beating heart of love is the sword with which the dragon shall be slain.
Fuse skeletons of passion's might,
Our virtuous calling awaits.
No more will the earth tremble in fear,
No more will there be this god and that god,
No more will man be blinded by his mind.
For his pure and loving heart will be his home,
And his long awaited soul will be his peace.

*Peace       Salam      Shalom
Harrogate, TN May 2013
Diadema L Amadea Dec 2018
ini ceritanya jejak si bucin



'dasar bucin !'
'mau mauan aja, bucin !'
'jangan bucin kenapasih !'


salah menyampaikan sayang ?
salah menyuarakan cinta ?
salah mengekspresikan kasih ?

itu semua salah ?
terlebih terhadap pasangan
sana sini memandang, bucin
kenapa ?
berlebihan ?
ya. demi botol nestle kemarin
mungkin berlebihan tapi tidak juga

apakah lebih baik pistol dan pisau daripada bunga dan pita ?

iya saya juga bingung
bucin dianggap remeh
seperti benda yang harus dilepeh

ada apa si dengan bucin ?
makhluk hidup yang mengekspresikan rasanya kan ?

ah tidak tau
tapi semenjak aku bertemu dia
aku tidak apa disebut bucin
karena membuat lengkung di bibirnya
salah satu pencapaian

sudah ya,
pokok pikirannya tidak dapat.
sudah pusing.
hahaha.

salam bucin !
dapat disimpulkan bucin bisa menggantikan kata kata kebon binatang kala kita ingin mengumpat, lebih hina ternyata mas mba.

ckckck
Lazhar Bouazzi Mar 2017
I
He was intoxicated
by the scent of coffee
dancing in the morning
to his mother’s humming.
II
Then a blacksmith - his father -
taught him how to hammer
form out of chaos
in the muddle of force
and a sweaty anvil.
III
Now if he wished to see
the sunness of the sun
and the greenness of the tree
he would summon the image
of Fatma - an Arab maiden
who was once Berber,
to come write on his face
with her soothing finger:
“Salam, my anguished lover.”
IV
When green-eyed Fatma comes
the wreaths of coffee
Would come with her,
writing in the air;
and all the songs of history
would come marching too,
in battle array,
like an army dressed
in civilian clothing
for a dance in Rio.
V
Fatma’s hair –
a still cascade
of light goldness,
a tide of watery fire,
a flight motionless
of a millon birds who
sing in tongues
and laugh
to the stone unlettered
of his fidgety cenotaph.

© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN
Lazhar Bouazzi Aug 2016
I
He was intoxicated
by the scent of the coffee
dancing in the morning
to his mother’s humming.
II
Then a blacksmith - his father -
taught him how to hammer
form out of chaos
in the muddle of force
and a sweaty anvil.
III
Now if he wished to see
the sunness of Sun
and the greenness of Tree
he would summon the specter
of an Arab maiden - Fatma -
who was once Berber
to come write on his face
with her soothing finger:
“Salam, my anguished lover.”
IV
When green-eyed Fatma comes
the wreaths of coffee
Would come with her
writing in the air;
and all the songs of history
would come marching too,
in battle array,
like an army dressed
in civilian clothes
for a dance in Rio.
V
Fatma’s hair –
a still cascade
of thin goldeness,
a tide of watery fire,
a flight motionless  
of a million birds who
speak in tongues
and laugh
to the stone unlettered
of his fidgety cenotaph .

© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN, August 27, 2016
So Dreamy Sep 2017
Salam hangat untuk pembaca yang terhormat,

Apa kamu tahu apa yang lebih cerdas dari berada di tengah-tengah dan jadi pengamat sebelum benar-benar memihak? Atau, apa menurutmu tindakan itu bukanlah tindakan yang akan dilakukan oleh orang-orang intelektual yang sesungguhnya? Apakah menurutmu itu adalah tindakan orang-orang bodoh yang tidak peduli atau orang-orang pemikir yang berhati-hati?
Kakekku menyisipkan kata ‘median’ pada nama awalku dan ia jadikan kata itu sebagai nama kecilku, juga nama panggilanku. Di antara nama lengkapku yang berbunyi, Mediana Prawirahardja, kata yang diartikan sebagai nilai tengah itu ia tetapkan sebagai nama panggilan untukku. Harapannya adalah agar aku akan memiliki sifat yang sama dengan kata itu. Berada di tengah. Netral. Damai. Berada di tengah  dan menilai, atau berada di tengah dan memiliki nilai.
Nama adalah doa dan lama-kelamaan, aku mulai lelah menjadi pengamat yang hanya bisa menyaksikan dan mencari-cari kebenaran yang belum terungkap di antara hiruk-pikuk masyarakat yang hilir-mudik penuh hingar-bingar ini, di balik dunia yang berantakan ini.
(bersambung.)
Apachi Ram Fatal Jun 2017
loot the ***** boot the rich
Hang the snitch emancipate the
itch madness a bit saintly
Pitch a fast curve kick sadness
to the curb of broken dreams
It seems a thing of the past blast
passed the failure your always
will be searching for that someone that is me you irritate my peace of mind when will you finally leave me alone the thirst for success
Irresistible i cant reach without you in the drivers seat a deadbeat\

rhino walking softly carries a big
gun to compute the poverty disburse the novelty mute the donkey
Shoot up the ****** groove\
superb lock stock two smoking barrels manup positions dapple improve\
dry too flimsy ripple status quo fluid stain wet into a puddle strain\
stable ground disintegrate cry squabble hone grin refute scrabble tunnel\
cruising off a shotgun bang what up with that thang show her off hang *****\
sting know how ripe ***** in demand bite inflicting raw election dangle TLC\
exposed suckle foreplay bare the doom shielded knuckle brass boots ******* HooT\
BooM on blast mettle to the pedal sass passing windows fast exhaust throttle\
fastlane straddle last shrine wine tire popping the wealthy snoot channelside\
stealthy snoop crank dogg sly filthy in hind charlie brown restrain grand sighs\
define the grime be kind foresee the crime rewind lakhaim frame spine spinning\
wheel ordeals repeal sick figures concealed pinning children against frontal lobes\

memory versus\

skulls lost salam to lucifer in a frantic relay replay demonic delay foiling shalom\
band alaykoum in purse fulfilling evil curse droopy eyed fools drooling pearl pool\
diluting verses sheet smarts versions saluting sheer farce shuffling back\ rank pipe crack\
tears smear contract around virus rooms chasing bail resisting a ***** toned\
smears contract around virus rooms chasing bail resisting a ***** toned\
frown talking to walls of jail houses crowned end dead thread landfill clowns\
bumping heads bunk bed trash courthouse playground twisting ***** fits\
battered butter mutter peace cross the street forgetting to put up and fight\
shiest with height heist barren on the other side green lyres setting fear steep lower\
reflection revel mirrors deflection inflicting Ghostface highness pace rhymeless chase Killah\

stoke shady slim phone in remaining senses detain impurity capitulating dexterity fuse\
recluse stan granting badass roundhouse kicks rudimental trick chant chatterbox vamp\
underworld stick centerfold haunting Rancid activate superlative octave erupt glee\
sharply whiplash ash out the masses entrance serendipity multiply sentimental divide\
invincible prime knowledge footprint stepping benign modicum rootline stem enticing\ cognizant fledge camaraderie hack feasibility snare clear spear stupes stare look at\
that rearview it's you ******* a pornstar in the backseat rampaged **** dripping slit swept\

weeping tantric rendition ******* loose rocking out sweep companions check and replace\
**** tighten up crews shock and strut byob bend righty tighty string along aim gift dames\
chauffeur fate slate teams honor razzle the green fire dazzle gardens retire kinder\
inspire **** arthur passion swords struck within pyramid empires cured she'll always\
                          love you truly madly deeply combined nocturnal eternal WH navel\
brighten up rooms choose floos to lose
Sahil Sharma Aug 2018
Aaj achanak hi kyu azadi k din hume apne mulk ki itni yaad aayi
Jb kurbaan hue jawan sarhad pe,tb kyu nhi aankho me nami aayi

Zara dil se b izzat kr lo mere yaaro, kyuki ye zameen h hum sabki
Kuch nahi le jao ge sath apne, milni h ess me hi raakh hum sabki

Koi loot raha h gareeb ki jaeb, koi kr raha h bezuba awaam se faraeb
Umeed h kashmir me aman hoga,toh aur b meethe hoge waha k saeb

Jo saha h dard in kisaano ne, umeed h unka ye dard tumhe b mehsoos **
Daer raat in anderi galliyo se guzrti har beti har maa ki raah mehfooz **

Mazboot kr lo apne rishto ko,inpe h nigah kbhi mazhab ki kbhi siyasat ki
Na rang se pehchan ** na hi adoore ang se,ek si taraki ** har ek riyasat ki

Rishwat gareebi khudgarzi aur na jaane kitne h es mulk ko lge marz
Kbhi fursat hui toh janne ki koshish krna kitne h es maa k tumpe karz

Har bache ko ilm ** es janoon ka,taki ye kamyaabi k kadam ruk na paye
Bss ik ehsaan krna khud pe,ki teri kisi harqat se kehi iska ser juk na jaye

Dhua bss yehi h ki aane wali koi b nasal kabhi na ruksat ** es fitoor se
Chand taaro pe chle b gye agr phir b krte rehna sada salam waha door se
adorating Jun 2019
Yogyakarta, 16 Juni 2019.


Temanku tersayang,

Mudahnya begini, aku tidak akan pernah berhenti mengucap syukur atas hadirnya kamu di hidupku. Dari perhatian kecil yang kamu berikan hingga tetes air matamu yang jatuh ketika aku terpuruk, ikut merasa sedih atas apa yang aku rasakan. Mungkin aku dan kamu tidak selalu menghabiskan waktu bersama, kemudian merasa tertinggal setelahnya ketika salah satu tengah sibuk dengan hal lain. Aku percaya kamu peduli denganku tanpa dibuat-buat juga tanpa paksaan. Ada banyak yang ingin aku sampaikan, namun guratan hitam di atas putih ini bukan tentang aku. Ini untuk kamu.

Kita memang tidak baru bertemu dan kenal kemarin sore, tetapi fakta tersebut juga tidak dapat memungkiri bahwa aku masih merasa belum mengenal kamu dengan baik. Entah aku yang selalu merasa kurang atau memang kamu kurang pandai dalam berbagi sedih. Aku paham sebaik-baiknya kamu sebagai seorang teman, sahabat, anak, kekasih, atau manusia secara umum. Ada banyak khawatir yang kamu pikirkan, sebab kamu tidak ingin orang lain menjadi khawatir akan kamu, maka disimpanlah semua sedih yang kamu rasa. Bukan menjadi masalah besar, sebab aku juga paham bahwa kamu berhak untuk menyimpan apa yang ingin kamu simpan dan membagi apa yang ingin kamu bagi. Aku juga tahu bahwa mungkin aku tidak akan selalu menjadi pilihan pertama kamu dalam berkeluh kesah. Juga tidak menjadikan ini masalah besar untukku, sebab seperti yang aku katakan, aku mengerti. Ingin aku tekankan pada bagian ini bahwa aku ingin kamu baik-baik saja.

Sepanjang kamu hidup ini, temanku, akan ada banyak asam dan garam yang harus kamu cicipi. Semoga kegemaran kamu dalam menyantap mie instan jadikan kamu tahan dalam hal ini, ya. Sejujurnya, yang barusan tidak lucu, tapi tetap aku tulis. Juga, yang barusan dirasa tidak penting, namun aku terlalu malas memperbaiki. Nantinya mungkin akan ada banyak lelah yang harus kamu rasakan, termasuk menitikkan air mata sebab tidak ada kalimat yang mampu menjelaskan semua. Tidak apa-apa, ya? Aku percaya, kamu lebih dari kuat dan mampu menjalani hidup kamu. Semakin kamu bertambah usia, semakin kamu dewasa, semakin kamu akan paham bahwa memang ada saatnya hidup menyuguhkan banyak pertanyaan. Tidak semuanya punya jawaban dan tidak semua jawaban dapat diterima oleh akal. Sebab hidup adalah berproses dan kamu akan terus tumbuh.

Terkadang kamu sudah melakukan semua yang kamu bisa, mengusahakan semua yang kamu mampu, atau memberi semua yang kamu punya, tetapi itu juga belum cukup. Bukan berarti kamu tidak cukup, kamu selalu cukup, kamu selalu lebih dari cukup. Sebagian tidak akan pernah merasa cukup meskipun ketika mereka memiliki segalanya. Hidup bisa jadi lucu seperti itu. Semoga dengan begitu, kamu akan tetap bisa tertawa meski sedang ada sulit yang harus kamu lalui. Terlepas dari sulit tersebut, aku harap kamu akan selalu diiringi dengan bahagia, kemanapun kamu pergi.

Aku tidak tahu kapan kamu akan membaca kata merangkai kalimat yang aku tulis ini. Aku bahkan tidak dapat memastikan apakah aku akan mengirimkannya pada kamu secara langsung. Tapi tepat saat aku memulai paragraf ini, waktu sudah menunjukan tepat pukul dua belas malam. Hari sudah berganti. Bersamaannya dengan ini, bertambah juga satu tahun usia kamu sekarang. Mungkin kamu sedang tertidur, atau tengah dalam panggilan dibanjiri dengan banyak ucapan selamat ulang tahun. Bertambahnya satu angka pada usiamu juga diharapkan kamu menjadi lebih kuat, sebab akan ada lebih banyak tanggung jawab yang harus kamu bawa. Ini tidak melulu soal bertambah tua, melainkan bertambah dewasanya kamu dalam hidup.

Selalu, temanku, doa terbaik aku panjatkan untuk kamu. Sekecil apapun hal yang kamu lakukan di dalam hidupku ini, kamu berarti besar. Selalu, aku ingin bahagia berada di pihakmu. Terima kasih sudah bertahan dan ada. Terima kasih untuk tahun-tahun kita berteman. Terima kasih untuk waktu dan kesediaanmu dalam mendengarkan. Terima kasih untuk kamu.

Selamat ulang tahun.


Salam sayang,
temanmu.
Salmabanu Hatim Sep 2018
Kerbala I weep bitterly still,
Thousands in numbers for a meagre few to ****,
For the injustice meted out 1400 years ago,
To enforce allegiance  and satisfy their ego
Kerbala I weep bitterly still,
For the innocent who had done no ill,
Where Hussain stood against injustice and oppression,
Against undue aggression.
Kerbala I weep bitterly still,
Tears of blood my eyes fill,
Where Hussain's seventy-two kinsmen were slain on the scorching sand,
Hardships and cruelties they were ready to withstand,
Denied food and water for three days,
Ready to die in Allah's ways.
Kerbala I weep bitterly still,
My tears continue to spill,
When I listen to the orator,
How Hussain's six month son was denied water,
Instead pierced to death with a three headed arrow,
Which a father from the neck had to withdraw.
How Hussain's brother's hands
were severed and he was killed because he took water from R.Euphrates in a *** for his niece,
A brother who emanated love and peace.
How they battered to death  Hussain's eighteen year old son, an exact resemblance of Prophet Muhammed(SAW),
Prime in his youth,a great sorrow
Kerbala I weep bitterly still,
My tears continue to spill
How Hussain was slain,
On the scorching sand,
Without food and water,
With 999 wounds,blood splurting
out of all parts of his body, to be slaughtered,
Forty thousand army raining arrows at him from all directions,
Blood blurring his vision
He, Hussain alone, unable to move a limb,
A target to satisfy their whims
Some threw stones, some pierced spears and others wounded him with axes,
The leader kicked Hussain and tried to slaughter his neck with a blunt knife,
Not that way, you cannot take my life,
And Hussain said,"Let me prostrate before Allah and pray for forgiveness for my people,
Wounded and feeble,
With an inner strength Hussain heaved himself and gave the last Sajda(prostation),
The enemy severed off his head from his body without hesitation.
Hussain kept his promise to his grandfather to sacrifice his head for Islam,
That day the skies, earth and nature wept bitterly for Hussain(Alai Salam).
Who would not?
The tragedy of Kerbala would evoke deep grief even in the heedless.
The martyrdom of Imam Hussain was the worst tragedy on Earth.A mere 72 among which an infant, a child of 11years ,a youth , an aged of 90 years against an army of 40000 who got pleasure in annihilating  Hussain and his followers.
Coco Feb 2019
Di bawah lampu bulan,
Aku sadar kau menatapku
Aku yang tengah tersipu,
Berusaha tetap fokus akan topik pembicaraan

Ditengah emosional, kau menarikku ke pinggir
Berteduh di matamu yang sejuk
Ya. Kau berusaha menurunkan suhunya
Agar tidak sepanas sebelumnya

Masih ada beberapa hal kecil yang ku ingat tentang dulu
Dan ku rindu
Walaupun kau tak ingin mengingatnya

Hanya untuk malam ini
Biarkan ku kirim rindu ku
Aku pernah membaca,
“Kau hiduplah bahagia, untuk rindu ini biar aku yang mengurusnya, karena aku pemiliknya”.

Sekian dan salam rindu.
Aseel Jan 2020
Hello sunshine
I’m going to try
But only this time

Hey life
Please don’t give me lemons
I’m too tired to make lemonade
No need to show your weapons
If you stare, then I’m scared

Mr. Night, salam
Salam means peace
And it’s all I’m asking for
Hide me away from the demons
And I promise I’ll hurt myself no more

Cry
Sigh
Die
Diadema L Amadea Jun 2021
aku susun susun batu
kujadikan sebuah benteng
cukup kuat untuk beberapa waktu

malam malam ada yang mengunjungiku
datang datang memakai lonceng
cukup gaduh jadinya tidurku

coba kututup telingaku
sial! tambah keras itu suara lonceng!
sulit tidur, akhirnya kubangkit untuk cari tau

dari benteng, kuambil sepotong batu
terlihat sesosok manis tersenyum lebar
bukan main, tidak karuan hatiku


kutanya,
"kenapa kamu kesini?"
"aku ingin mengajakmu main, sepertinya akan seru"
"aku tidak mau, aku lelah"
"ayolah, nanti kita memetik buah beri liar di hutan"
"aku lelah, lagipula siapa kamu?"
"nanti kamu aku gendong. aku gabungan dari semangka dan tembakau, salam kenal"
"aku tidak tanya kamu itu apa tapi siapa kamu!"

lalu sosok itu mengambil beberapa batu yang ada di benteng
"aku gabungan semangka dan tembakau, ayo ikut!"
tanpa lama, sosok itu mengambil tanganku dan dibawanya lari menuju dalamnya hutan
lalu aku? akupun juga heran kenapa tidak ada penolakan
rambutnya yang tertiup angin hutan dan terkena cahaya matahari yang samar samar masuk dari banyaknya daun membuatku tersenyum sembari ikut berlari bersamanya

"sudah sampai!"

sosok itu tersenyum lebar dan puas

"katanya kamu akan menggendong aku, mana?"
"hehe maaf, lupa. habis saking semangatnya sih.. tunggu sini ya aku akan memetik beri"
"aku tidak ikut?"
"tidak usah, kamu istirahat di bawah pohon itu saja nanti aku menyusul"

akupun duduk dan bersender dibawah pohon besar itu
terlihat antusias sekali, padahal hanya memetik beri

"lucu"

kalimat itu keluar dengan mudah dari mulutku
tunggu, kenapa aku pikir dia lucu?
dia hanya gabungan semangka dan tembakau
itu aneh, dasar gila

"ini sudah selesai, ayo makan"

nyaman sekali berada dekatnya
senang sekali melihat matanya
iya mata itu yang sesekali ikut tersenyum saat sosok itu menatapku
aneh lagi, rasanya hatiku mau runtuh saat itu

"sudah kenyang, ayo main lagi"
"tidak mau, aku kan bilang aku capek"
"oh baiklah, sini"

sosok itu membawa kepalaku ke pangkuannya dengan lembut dan tiba tiba

"eh?!"
"sudah tidak apa apa, kamu tidur saja nanti aku yang berjaga"
"tidak mau aku takut, aku belum kenal kamu"

kecupan manis dan sedikit pahit meluncur di bibirku
tuhan! aku seperti mau meledak

"tidak usah takut, aku pemegang rekor"
"hahahaha rekor apa? ngaco!"

suaraku mulai terbata bata namun tidak ingin terlihat gugup

"sudah ya kamu tidur saja, istirahat"

kembali ia mengusap ngusap rambutku
nyaman
hangat
tenang


"brukkk!"

suara keranjang jatuh tepat beberapa meter dibawah kakiku
aku bangun melihat sekitar

"kemana?"

semangka tembakau sudah lenyap dari pandanganku
ingin kuberanjak pulang namun tertahan

"aku masih ingin menunggu"
"tunggu, untuk apa?"
"untuk temu bodoh"
"apa gunanya temu?"
"tapi aku masih ingin menunggu"
"aku rindu"

suara suara sialan itu menyeruak didalam kepala

kududuk didekat pohon besar sambil menunggu
memakan beri yang masih tersisa sedikit di keranjang


tidak terasa sudah larut
suara suara binatang, hmm ataukah monster itu sudah bersahut sahutan

"aku takut"
"tapi aku masih ingin temu"
"aku harus menunggu"

begitulah kebodohan aku
malam malam
di hutan
sendirian
menunggu orang siapa?

akhirnya aku membangun benteng lagi
di hutan itu
walau bukan di dekat danau yang banyak suara katak dan bunga lili tapi aku coba berusaha membangun benteng lagi untuk sekedar menunggu sosok itu datang

kususun lagi
benteng barupun terbentuk
cuma bedanya
sedikit tidak nyaman karena banyak sekali batang batang pohon tajam masuk ke sela sela batu
tapi aku tetap menunggu
kususun lagi
sampai tertutup
aku masih menunggu untuk temu
belilah majalah bobo untuk melihat cerpen oki dan nirmala di swalayan terdekat!
Sharina Saad May 2013
For I am a humble follower..
I am neither greater nor superior...

What you did last Ramadhan...
Really broke my heart
But I forgive you and I promise I will forget...

For Ramadhan we shall live in peace and harmony...
Salam Ramadhan Kareem to you.....
Ramadhan is a holy month for Muslims. We fast from dawn to dust and pray at night. Its a month to forgive and forget quarrels in the past and live in peace and harmony.
He cut hair like a piece of artwork was waiting to happen, and viewed in a gallery. he cut it like it would never grow back. He cut hair like it was his lifes' passion and it was his entire being. The way he cut hair made me ashamed of the lack of respect i had put into my degrees that i had been fortunate enough to have gained in years of not knowing what i wanted to do with my life.

His list of clients meant that he was busy constantly, his feet must have ached, his arms must be tired, but he's always immaculate, he's always dressed for an occasion - white shirt, black trousers and black shined shoes, a silver necklace at the point where his chest met his neck. And for 2 years i went to see him, and for 2 years i sat in silence as he created a marvel, an unrivaled piece of magnificence, whilst i sat in his throne.

Then one day he started to talk. His accent was clipped and short, his english was fair, but it started off with a meaningful question of my health. I was silently overwhelmed. Within the space of two minutes, my respect for this man grew tenfold, and within twenty minutes, a thousandfold.

I did not know where this man came from. I know he was somewhere that had been bad, i know he had moved here and lost everything, because in a hint of sigh, when he talked about something 'he used to do', he changed the subject with a smile, and said, 'that's how it is'. But the face that he smiled, and asked me 'so how was your day, where are your crutches?', put a smile on my face.

I asked him about his work, he told me he was busy, very busy, he worked very hard. I commented that he had people waiting for him, just for him, to cut their hair, i commented that i had travelled 15 miles there and 15 miles back, over 2 years just for him to cut my hair, and with that he meekly ignored my reference to his skilled craft, and said 'that's the way it is'.

Then he told me, 'I take wednesdays and sundays off, because that's how life is, i work hard, for money, that i spend, because that is life, and that is how it is. I cannot take this money with me, the world will not die when i do, it will keep on turning and there will be nothing that can be done with my money when i die'. I don't question his beliefs, i don't question whether he thought he should have a pension, or a will for his children, or a bequest to a charity when he dies, because, he knows, that that is how life is. You either enjoy it now, as it is, or you wait to see if you don't die, and enjoy it then.

And when he talked about his time off, his face lit up, he had a smile on his face, as he cut my hair with various implements and tools, and precision. I kind of thought that this man who cuts hair, is probably more aware and mindful, than 80% of people i know. This made me think that i would like to spend time with him, because i knew that he would have thoughts on the world that he would share, and he would probably do it with a smile on his face.

Do not judge those who you do not know. The best people in life, walk beside you, are around you, service you, work for you, with you. The world is not You, the world is within you, You are the world in all its glory, You make your world what it is, but you are not the World itself. You walk around in a bubble of which the centre is You, but this bubble is created by you for you, for you to survive in this world, everyday. You create beliefs, meanings, perceptions, definitions, understandings and You create a whole new world. Pop this bubble and begin to be a part of the world that surrounds you, take yourself and immerse your magnificence within life itself, that is how you create a world that you live in. Open your eyes.


And for a measly £3.50 i knew that he would take the money and be so grateful, because he would spend it like a King, from the work he made from his throne.

And this barber, in the 4 years that i have know him, never asked my name, but i knew his, and it was Salam.
sajjad ali Jul 2015
Hello Allah and zuse
salam to the Father
Please stop hating women and gays
Apachi Ram Fatal Jun 2017
loot the rich stomp gratuity saintly disprove\
carry a big gun dispute the poverty mute superb\
lock stock two smoking barrels back it up\
shotguns bang what up with that thang she\
wants to know how it hangs ***** in demand\
hooded soldiers bareknuckles shoot the doom brass knuckle ******* boots HooT\
BooM on blast mettle to the pedal gas passing windows fast exhaust throttle\
fastlane straddle past shrine tired popping the wealthy snoot channelside\
stealthy snoop crank dogg sly filthy in hind charlie brown restrain grand sighs\
define the grime be kind foresee the crime rewind lakhaim frame spine spinning\
wheel ordeals repeal sick figures concealed pinning children against frontal lobes\

memory versus\

skulls lost salam to lucifer in a frantic relay replay demonic delay foiling shalom\
band alaykoum in purse fulfilling evil curse droopy eyed fools drooling pearl\
pools diluting verses sheer smarts versions saluting grave farce shuffling back\ crack pipe\
smears contract around virus rooms chasing bail resisting a ***** toned\
frown talking to walls of jail houses crowned end dead thread landfill clowns\
bumping heads bunk bed trash courthouse playground twisting ***** fits\
battered butter mutter peace cross the street forgetting to put up and fight\
shiest with height heist barren on the other side green lyres setting fear steep lower\
reflection revel mirrors deflection inflicting Ghostface highness pace rhymeless chase Killah\

stoke shady slim phone in remaining senses detain impurity capitulating dexterity fuse\
recluse stan granting badass roundhouse kicks rudimental trick chant chatterbox vamp\
underworld stick centerfold haunting Rancid activate superlative octave erupt glee\
sharply whiplash ash out the masses entrance serendipity multiply sentimental divide\
invincible prime knowledge footprint stepping benign modicum rootline stem enticing\ cognizant fledge camaraderie hack feasibility snare clear spear stupes stare look at\
that rearview it's you ******* a pornstar in the backseat rampaged **** dripping slit swept\

weeping tantric rendition ******* loose rocking out sweep companions check and replace\
**** tighten up crews shock and strut byob bend righty tighty string along aim gift dames\
chauffeur fate slate teams honor razzle the green fire dazzle gardens retire kinder\
inspire **** arthur passion swords struck within pyramid empires cured she'll always\
                          love you truly madly deeply combined nocturnal eternal WH navel\
Americas Most Wanted
Yulia Surya Dewi Mar 2018
Daun kuning berjatuhan
Angin dingin menghantarkan salam dari Tuhan
Aku melihat pepohonan yang menari
Semua tampak indah menyejukkan hati

Aku hanya diam..
Diam tak tahu harus kemana
Kabut putih menutup mataku
Mendorongku yang berdiri terpaku
Imajinasiku kabur
Aku akan jatuh

Dan...

Dimanakah aku?
Diruangan serba putih aku terbangun
Menatap dengan pandangan memudar
Siapakah kamu?
Gadis kecil berlari dan tertawa
Berlari menjatuhkan bunga-bunga
Membuka pintu diujung ruangan

Aku berjalan...
Berjalan membuka pintu yang sama

Wanita cantik berambut pirang
Cantik rupawan mengalahkan Godiva
Seorang gadis kecil memeluknya erat

Dia...
Dia yang selama ini kucari
Dia yang selama ini kunanti

Aku mencoba...
Mencoba untuk menyentuhnya
Jari-jarinya yang ramping menepisku
Aku berpikir dia membenciku
Namun tidak
tidak...
Dia berkata padaku,
"Kembalilah, ini belum saatnya"

Kematian bernegosiasi dengan kemungkinan
Kemungkinan untuk meraih kehidupan
Di alam bawah sadar
Aku akan kembali menemukannya

-Kediri, 18 Maret 2018
Najwa Kareem May 2021
Raids, rockets, guns, slaughter          
any way to **** my friends’ daughters, my friends’ brothers, my friends’ mothers, my friends’ fathers.

I see your ash covered faces, I see your blood streaming, I see your tears dropping. I see your still bodies unprotected, I see your bullet covered corpses lying flat, I see your open wounds throbbing      
Calling on you to keep fighting. Urging you to continue shouting. Begging you to carry on uniting.            

I’m here for you in a hidden place until we meet. You’ve been there for me in Gaza’s streets.    
    
Like our beloved Prophet, you’re suffering so          
Yet you keep giving us a martyrdom show.  
  
I remember you. I’m obliged not to eat. It’s Ramadan you know and it’ll end with a feast. But my dear friends will be missing at the table. I’ll be missing too but not because I’m gone. Because I’ll be standing up holding my Palestinian friends’ hands until the morning’s dawn.  

Devils with legs, Satans with money...                    
How dare you try to smother our faith, ruin my friends’ homes, steal their three-shaded bands.                                        
Who do you think you are? King of Iran? You’d do better to follow the Quran.

At least be a real Jew, at least be a real Christian, at least be a real Muslim. Netanyahu, Obama, Al Saud.
You heard me! Does your God approve of your devil worship? Does your God approve of your insanity? Does your God approve of your missing heart?

Just because you hate the truth - The Power it has – Its power to positively change the world. To stop you in your tracks. Don’t take that out on me. I AM THEM in a different part of the world. Like them, I AM HUMAN.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
No way would you bulldoze yourself. No way would you set fire on yourself. No way would you drop bombs on yourself. So why do this to my friends? Why do this to me?

Listen! My oppressed friends are dying and much of the world is crying. The planet Earth is quickly frying.
Do you not see…"Palestine is the Issue."  Thank you Imam Asi.

My dear friends facing great oppression - I will not turn my head away. My soul will not act as though you don’t matter. As though you don’t exist. As though I don’t care. I do! I’m bleeding too and I feel for you. I extend my hand and give you Salam. I embrace you - in your time of urgent need, in your time of struggle.

LONG LIVE PALESTINE! LONG LIVE MY OPPRESSED FRIEND!    

By: Najwa Kareem
July 9, 2015
I wrote this poem 6 years ago in honor of International Day of Al-Quds, Palestine and sadly, unbelievably, it still applies today.

Don't hide your voices regarding this atrocious crimes against humanity issue. This human justice issue; this human rights issue. Don't be complacent by keeping quiet. Don't be complicit in these illegal criminal acts and inhumane warfare by keeping quiet and not acting in appropriate and legitimate ways.

Many of you in the world were vocal for George Floyd. Be vocal for Palestinians too...men, women, children, and babies. Act for them too. Just like George Floyd's life was important, so are the lives of humans in Palestine and in Gaza.

Humans stand up for Palestine!!! Humans stand up for Gaza!!!...so that our brother and sister Palestinians and all of us will finally be free - the way GOD created us to be and to live and in the manner that HE intended for ALL OF US.
Najwa Kareem May 2021
Raids, rockets, guns, slaughter           
any way to **** my friends’ daughters, my friends’ brothers, my friends’ mothers, my friends’ fathers.

I see your ash covered faces, I see your blood streaming, I see your tears dropping. I see your still bodies unprotected, I see your bullet covered corpses lying flat, I see your open wounds throbbing      
Calling on you to keep fighting. Urging you to continue shouting. Begging you to carry on uniting.             

I’m here for you in a hidden place until we meet. You’ve been there for me in Gaza’s streets.    
    
Like our beloved Prophet, you’re suffering so          
Yet you keep giving us a martyrdom show.   
   
I remember you. I’m obliged not to eat. It’s Ramadan you know and it’ll end with a feast. But my dear friends will be missing at the table. I’ll be missing too but not because I’m gone. Because I’ll be standing up holding my Palestinian friends’ hands until the morning’s dawn.  

Devils with legs, Satans with money...                     
How dare you try to smother our faith, ruin my friends’ homes, steal their three-shaded bands.                                        
Who do you think you are? King of Iran? You’d do better to follow the Quran.

At least be a real Jew, at least be a real Christian, at least be a real Muslim. Netanyahu, Obama, Al Saud.
You heard me! Does your God approve of your devil worship? Does your God approve of your insanity? Does your God approve of your missing heart?

Just because you hate the truth - The Power it has – Its power to positively change the world. To stop you in your tracks. Don’t take that out on me. I AM THEM in a different part of the world. Like them, I AM HUMAN.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. 
No way would you bulldoze yourself. No way would you set fire on yourself. No way would you drop bombs on yourself. So why do this to my friends? Why do this to me?

Listen! My oppressed friends are dying and much of the world is crying. The planet Earth is quickly frying.
Do you not see…"Palestine is the Issue."  Thank you Imam Asi.

My dear friends facing great oppression - I will not turn my head away. My soul will not act as though you don’t matter. As though you don’t exist. As though I don’t care. I do! I’m bleeding too and I feel for you. I extend my hand and give you Salam. I embrace you - in your time of urgent need, in your time of struggle.

LONG LIVE PALESTINE! LONG LIVE MY OPPRESSED FRIEND!    

By: Najwa Kareem
July 9, 2015
I wrote this poem 6 years ago in honor of International Day of Al-Quds, Palestine and sadly, unbelievably, it still applies today.

Don't hide your voices regarding this atrocious crimes against humanity issue. This human justice issue; this human rights issue. Don't be complacent by keeping quiet. Don't be complicit in these illegal criminal acts and inhumane warfare by keeping quiet and not acting in appropriate and legitimate ways.

Many of you in the world were vocal for George Floyd. Be vocal for Palestinians too...men, women, children, and babies. Act for them too. Just like George Floyd's life was important, so are the lives of humans in Palestine and in Gaza.

Humans stand up for Palestine!!! Humans stand up for Gaza!!!...so that our brother and sister Palestinians and all of us will finally be free - the way GOD created us to be and to live and in the manner that HE intended for ALL OF US.
fatin Oct 2021
Nak
Ibumu lahir saat gawat ekonomi seluruh semesta
Saat gawat sebumi memikirkan nilai
Saat dunia ditimpa wabah tak ternampak
Tapi dunia masih cantik

Nak
Ibumu saksi dunia sedang gusar
Saksi pemimpinan goyah
Rebutkan yg tak pasti
Matanya buta
Telinga nya tuli
Tak terdengar rintihan kasta bawahan
Tak terpeduli dan lari meninggalkan hakiki
Ibumu tegak ditengah
Saat mereka berkelahi
Bercemuhan
Hai, ibu saksi saat mereka tak waras

Nak,
Ibumu saksi peninggalan ramai org
Mata kepala ibu melihat org rebah tak bermaya
Ibumu saksi bapak menangisi anak
Bayi lahir tak bersusu ibu
Adik pergi tak berpeluk abang
Dan
Ibumu saksi org tak bisa menjamah nasi
Bukan kerna tak upaya
Tapi kerna rakus ahli prejudis
Dan anjing ditaktor
.
.
Nak
Ibumu saksi saat propaganda dilaungkan
"Demokrasi ini adalah kita semua
Suara kamu kami dengar"
.
.
Anakku
Dengarlah
Ibumu saksi saat dunia tak adil tapi dihias indah
Ibumu saksi saat negeri kita kacau tapi dirai aman
Ibumu saksi nak...
Ibumu saksi perit itu tak cuma kehilangan
Tapi rindu yg bakal tak terubatkan
Salam yg takkan tersampaikan

Dan sebelum kau hingga ke saat itu
Harus lah kau tau
Setiap sisi kita tertanam secebis sedikit hati
Maka harus kau cari yg baik baik sentiasa
.
Kerna mmg sifat dunia begitu
Rebut yg tak pasti
Bertelinga dan tuli
Bergeliga tapi rakus
Dan punyai mata tapi buta
Dan harus kau ingat yg merbahaya sekali
Punyai iman tapi tak berTuhan
hazem al jaber Jun 2018
Good bye my love ...

good bye my sweetheart ...
good bye my lady ...
whom i loved ...
loved and thought about ...
so many years ...
but she never feel me ...
she never believe me ....
good bye my lady ,,,
whom i kept always ....
so deep inside my heart ...

ooh sorry heart ...
really i'm so sorry ...
to tire you my pity heart ...
to make you always beats ...
with a lady ...
whom never think of you ...
and never feel you ...
sorry heart ...
for every beat that you did ...
for a lady whom never feel you ....

good bye lady ...
i closed my heart ...
and break my pen ...

good bye lady ....
salam ....

hazem al ...

— The End —