"shaqila" poems
A kiss entwines the souls of two
A kiss says I love you
A kiss brings two people together
A kiss says no matter, whatever
A kiss binds friendships forever
A kiss says I’ll be back, whenever
A kiss creates the longing of two
who have traveled together
the journey of life and demands that
the lips that kissed shall, no, MUST
embrace each other once more..
By shaqila
December 2001
Sep 3, 2009
Sep 3, 2009 at 5:50 PM UTC
Where were you
when they called me ‘keling’ and ‘pariah’?
Where were you
when my grandparents arrived in a boat?
Where were you
when my kind slogged the railway tracks and roads?
Where were you
when they called me a snake and a rubber tree loafer?
Where were you
when they tore down my temples ‘coz there were one too many?
Where were you
when higher education was denied ‘coz some quota had been filled?
Where were you
when my kind were killed in prisons?
I didn’t know it was a crime to look like a black rapper with earrings;
Where were you
when my grandmother wept the first time she cast a vote?
Where were you
when my grandfather laughed, shaking hands with the Tun seated by the Brit?
Where were you
when I proudly held the nation’s flag up the Everest and in a squash court?
Where were you
when I wept at the sound of ‘Negaraku’ heard thru’ muffled speakers and a loud silence?
One Malaysia sorry *** was once believed but now delusional
When my kin are likened to toilet paper
Used when needed and then discarded!
@ shaqila 21/1/2013
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
They say love is intangible, I don’t think so,
I see it in the way lovers hold hands,
as if a second of being apart would erase eternity
I see love in the eyes of mothers when they are holding their babies
I see it in the way fathers protect their children
I see love when I see the way you look at me through your glasses
with the blue green eyes
I see love when you go out of your way to buy a pair of jeans for me, that fits
I see love when my best friend buys me a flight ticket so I can go see his new car
I see love when someone I barely know buys me flowers
I see love every time you hug me and wish me well
I see love when you rush to me saying, “Teacher! Teacher!”
and tell me about the things that have made you sad
I see love when you buy me lunch when I am hungry during the fasting month
I see love when you kiss my feet after making love to me
in the most sensuous ways possible
So, when they say love is intangible, I don’t think so
I see it in all the million ways you love me
I hold it in my hands, in my heart, in my mind, in my being
I hold love when I hold You
I see love when I see You
So, No, to me,
LOVE is ………….
shaqila
22/12/2005
Sep 7, 2009
Sep 7, 2009 at 9:32 PM UTC
Startoucher says things like 'thanks man',
Vic says 'roller-coasters are fun',
D.E offers wisdom and hope for us all,
Destiny speaks to us in rhythm and rhyme,
Donie could win the Triple Crown,
Unknown follows me,
Even if I'm not around,
Bala is the father I wish I had,
Vircapio Gale is a love unfound,
Shaqila incites a riot in me,
Francisco DH is a poet unbound,
Destiny scares me, so touches the heart,
P.G is awesome with opinions that smart,
Olga V. Is the first one I followed,
'I cannot hurt if I don't know
tomorrow',
If anyone is missed,
It is not by intent,
For all have provided,
My soul nourishment,
So I can say,
I grieve in that sorrow,
As all of you've said,
I don't lend,
I just borrow.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC
Ugly negroid four eyed shaqila IS the original poem thief.
You think it's safe to post your poems on a site with no one in charge?
Think again you idiots. No site moderators and no administrators.
A Brit camping on twitter and ain't been on this site in months.
Check this link to see how many poems been removed. That would be ZERO!
All poems are still there and good luck with thinking site's deleting any poems.
http://hellopoetry.com/search/?q=FUCK+YOU+POETRY+COMPUTER
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
So what if our ages are months or years apart,
Love lies not in numbers.
So what if our abodes are airplanes or a bus ride apart,
Love is not curbed by distance.
So what if our incomes are millions or thousands apart,
Love is not controlled by dollars.
So what if our Gods or those we think rule us are different,
Love is immune to such differences.
So what if our preference in music is as vast as the sky is spread across the ocean,
Love does not lie in music alone.
So what if our boundaries seem to others as two poles of the magnet;
But yet to us,
We are glued by an invisible bond of gooey stuff that
Goes beyond the superficial stuff
Of colour and creed and cross,
The ties that bind us do not depend on the eyes that see us,
Love so feeling, kind and healing,
Energizing and vibrating,
Absorbing and melting,
Into each other now and forever more!!
© shaqila
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
I need to pen a poem about him,
As he wanders in circuses far and wide,
He makes the people laugh and
Cry in delight,
With his pink hair and red nose,
He is quite a sight,
He sometimes rests after a day of entertaining,
But after the facade is wiped out, only droopy lips remain,
He wonders how and when the sun sets and rises,
Like a lost lamb, he sometimes bleats softly to see if anyone hears,
Standing tall but feeling small,
He walks the paths of many gone before,
He makes the whole world laugh yet waits for the one who will make his soul smile
I see him,
And willingly meet him in the silence of the wired worlds,
Where words abound and sense of time is gone.
;)
© shaqila
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:56 AM UTC
HAHAHA! A shaqila that is me and I don't like me. HAHAHA!
Hate my dumb glasses and my *** getting fat.
Hate being called ugly though it's true.
Hate not getting a white man to *****
What does it take to get me a rich white man?
I kiss and I slurp face I will ***** and ***** white men.
How do you like my new account I am **** YOU POETRY COMPUTER ?
I like being a ***** suits my 30 personalities.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
I am sha
I was gonna be named sha na na
my mom called me shaqila and now that's me.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
I wrap you around with my wings,
Do you feel the warmth?
I enclose you so that your
Head lies on my ******* of feathers.
I am your angel sent by the universe,
Because you asked, I came,
You asked to be loved,
I love you,
You asked to be comforted,
I comfort you,
You asked to be forgiven,
God forgives you, Forgive yourself,
You asked where was my angel then,
She was a little late in the making,
I am here now,
Rest, son, rest, as they say on earth,
It will be okay!
© shaqila 21, 11, 2012
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC