"shawarma" poems
As I go through Kali Yuga
I'll become a Cali Buddha
Breathing, mindful
I remove my blindfold
Choosing full awareness
Seeing only fairness
Serving up some dharma
I don't eat that shawarma
Life in this Golden State
Bliss is my karmic fate
Shiva
Shakti
Seva is my bhakti
Sitting in samādhi
Blast out of my body
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
We eat shawarma and we share da pizza
afterwards partying, never alone on dat gig
meet a *** just to bang her wit my homez
me salutin' to carlos, yep, it's like dat:
he be spending some time behind bars now
ain't no biggie, we rely on da boyz
neva had nuttin' but now we fuckin' top-modelz
as maxwell argued: "open your mouth, i'm gonna ***
watch, how we double our profitz...
da hottest gang under da sun
once bonez said:" man, we be stars quite soon!"
and each memba represented his part
he told me: "sit down and write barz"
cause dem gangsterrappaz mostly be phony
we no lelleks, i got men behind me
187 street gang, sampler number four
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
Bombarded,
Rubbled,
About to die.
I, Ahmed and my friends yet dream,
To eat a shawarma,
A chicken sandwich,
Not to have the roads closed,
Waiting for a brother,
To hear his mother calling him,
Hopefully to see another morning.
5/11/2023
Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 6:51 AM UTC
she lights her favorite candle and then pulls her cigarette from her lips and lights it from the candle
she goes to the kitchen and starts cutting the fresh mango and sees some blueberries and grabs a handful throws them in her mouth and chews
she is always talking and sometimes when I talk she talks over me to talk for me
after the fruit and how I wonder what it tasted like mixed with cigarette smoke she kissed her lips to me and says let’s go for a walk
we go out with the growing back trees beside us and no cold wind
she isn’t talking
she is looking
she wants to go to the gym and I tell her for the hundredth time I don’t do the gym
observing the life of nature
there is peace in the wombs of the road
as always she is hungry and we go buy
a chicken shawarma
outside with her smile and we see Bobby the hunk
with his Wanda who looks like a lion
she wants the park and I want a bed
I want her
with awful love blooming
I can’t find her love
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
They said it was a category five
Thank god its roar
Turn into a category four
Laying waste to many a life
Wiping away the property
The Caribbean’s sign of liberty
From the mishap of Grenada in 1983
10 dead
They can still look ahead
But the thoughts keep going to Florida
But didn’t think Trump kept you in his thoughts did ya
Took you a while to get the evacuation through
As the political tensions grew
And Trump declared it as not good not good
The closest you can come to trifling is by saying that Irma isn’t the result of a good mood
But enough chitter chatter because there is an SOS on the rise
In such a situation climate deniers consider climate change to be the reason as their surmise
Rush Limbaugh cannot see the truth
Because his face is buried deep in the smoke that will pollute
Hurricane Irma I pray the woman in your name understands and leaves the children alone
Because there are no sins to atone for if they are orphaned and dead alone
They’ll be on the prowl for food and money and liquor and ending up appraising the days that are sunny
But funnily anyway they are because you business ******* have increased your influx of money from the disaster stricken many
Water, air trips you’ve been taking business studies from **** Cheney
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
Arising this morning feeling low in mood and motivation from my daily exposure to a culture counter to the one we were created to live in, and from my daily life and experiences with persons who contribute to the culture as it is, I did not want to do anything. I only wanted to be comforted. I just wanted to feel comfortable.
Additionally feeling very cold from the frigid winds and trees blowing intensely and harshly outside a few glass windows I could see out of, simultaneously feeling strange from a time change by one hour, a time change having a hard to describe effect on me, I did not want to do anything. I only wanted to be comforted. I just wanted to feel comfortable.
Sitting with my feet propped up for an hour or more, I sip hot herbal tea to simply be, warm my body, and nurture my feelings.
In the evening feeling hungry as I ran a few errands in the city, I stop by a restaurant that serves Arabic food. Having made barley earlier and wanting to finish it, I order chicken shawarma to pair with it. While eating my meal, a group of three enter, two men and a woman. They take seats at a table next to mine.
Enjoying the meals we were served until completion, one of the men escapes from the table and proceeds to the front counter. He orders and says to the waitor, zum Mitnehmen. A few minutes later he comes to where I'm sitting at the table and he hands me a bag with two sandwiches inside and says, This is falafel to take with you. I smile happily. What a surprise! I say to him. Thank you very much for your kindness.
He will never know how much he helped me.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
"One day I'll be there" I play your voice on loop
And think of all the games you played, with psychological hoops
How we had just a highway against our promised love
How you dared to ordain our love, and say it's from above
One day, Aru HI, no language makes its any better
How I waited in the rain with a shirt, in the cold with no sweater
Tell me what was expected of me, to make due with what you threw at me
What should we have become, for your person above to have it be
I prayed about it thoroughly, I even cried per syllable
I ruined my vocabulary, waiting for you left me miserable
Every lie you told sting, but none like "one day"
Every guy you find seems to hear you say
This verse is incomplete, like your patience and belief in us
You turned me from a stubborn lover, to a bitter hater that would cuss
At the very idea of seeing you on the street
And having to say you belonged there, cause you had the audacity to cheat
Even if it was a year, even if it was yesterday
It still hurts to hear, and to see you forget everyday
The people who got you to see other continents
The people who wasted precious time being consistent
I wish you well, and that you never have to lie again
To fake getting used like that, to make the truth bend
Using every excuse in the book, because you never deserved me
Did it **** you to be faithful? Did you have to swerve me?
I wonder if the men you hate now, have similar traits to I
Or if you have a "type" now to make up for your lies
Does the next guy deserve your self inflicted trauma?
Do I need a wedding invite, after getting thrown away like a soggy shawarma?
May your children never meet your past, may your husband never learn of I
For if I had to shake hands with them, you know I would despise
Lying on top of lies, crying as I reprise
My role in your miserable play named "One Day"
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 2:55 AM UTC
here we are, in this diner
beer and a watered down cuppa
i wonder if it's always gonna be
like this for us
shoving sugar packets in my pocket
leaving table with no tips
and a sahara of spilled sweetener
- it has our ways on it -
i wonder if norm is normal anymore
when dolce vita
dolce far niente
and it's abnormal doldrums
go out the window
like goes a roach
or a gum
no end to ur tainted fury
in this freeway kingdom
any dreadful shawarma joint is stuck with
our initials tagged on the loo door of it
while these children of fortune
from the supermarket lot - they are bored
dancing moves undanced before, by any
i wonder why here& now
why in bronze
why us
why in some little random church
goose gone stripping
for the bad luck of ours
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC