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"zam" poems
*Growing to a man and embracing my life. My commitment to Allah, a journey begins with no strife. Once in a lifetime, a pilgrimage to Mecca must be the end, To my commitment to my religion and forgiveness of sin. Number 7 has meaning as the journey begins. First stop Medina, as I seek out peace. Hajj station to Bath, dress in the Ihram. Praying at Masjid Nabawi, purity, equality for all. A statement of intent, I commit to all. Entry to Masjid al-Haram complex is now allowed. Circling seven times Kaaba as I pray to God. Sipping water from Zam Zam to keep the law. Walk through the hills of Safa and Marwa times seven, Where I pray seven times more. Prayers along the way to my God, At Mount Arafat then other sacred sites. Kneeling down to pray to Allah, Day and night. Sleeping the night with 5 million strong, Then rise up to stone the devil to atone, Shaving head for cleansing, showing respect for God. Sacrifice lambs to feed the poor. Onward to Mecca, back once more. Circle Kaaba, pray to my God Repeating Tawaf on each turn of seven and no more. Circle Safa, Marwa then on to Mina. On to Mecca again for more prayers to my God Enter Makkah performing Hajj, Before the faithful return to Mecca on seven then do a farewell Tawaf.*
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
Journey To Mecca
Growing to a man and embracing my life. My commitment to Allah, a journey begins with no strife. Once in a life time, a pilgrimage to Mecca must be the end, To my commitment to my religion and forgiveness of sin. Number 7 has meaning as the journey begins. First stop Medina, as I seek out peace. Hajj station to Bath and dress in the Ihram. Praying at Masjid Nabawi, purity, equality for all. A statement of intent, I commit to all. Entry to Masjid al Haram complex is now allowed. Circling seven times Kaaba as I pray to God. Sipping water from Zam Zam to keep the law. Walk through the hills of Safa and Marwa times seven, Where I pray seven times more. Prayers along the way to my God, At Mount Arafat and other sacred sites. Kneeling down to pray to Allah, Day and night. Sleeping the night with 5 million strong, Then rise up to stone the devil to atone, Shaving head for cleansing, showing respect for God. Sacrifice lambs to feed the poor. Onward to Mecca and back once more. Circle Kaaba and pray to my God Repeating Tawaf on each turn of seven and no more. Circle Safa, Marwa and on to Mina. Then to Mecca again for more prayers to my God Enter Makkah performing Hajj, Before the faithful return to Mecca on seven and do a farewell Tawaf.
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Journey to Mecca
I have a list The job is mundane, same old, same old Murderers, conceiters, haters, .... No remorse even at the last breath Today is a busy day Lots of you to claim First on my list is a thief He stole children for a living And sold them to the highest bidder Sometimes, I think the Guy upstairs is so unfair What’s wrong with taking a child And selling her so she’ll get a better life Not that I’m complaining Contrary to popular belief Hell is kind of empty Most people in their last living moments Say they’re sorry and zam! I lose! This guy is different Peter Hinckley the Child Snatcher He doesn’t know he’s walking into a trap And he’ll be shot dead by the cop hiding across the street So, here I am, Ok, Now!! “Gotcha, come with me, Peter Hinckley! Welcome to Hell! Where it’s always breakfast in bed! Not! Haha!” My next is a woman, those are rare down there Henrietta Bugglery – “Gosh, what a name!” Her one and only sin – loving herself too much Till she hated everyone else It’s not her fault, I don’t think She has it all but wisdom So how can it be her fault Well I suppose she could have been better to her children But she hated them too apparently Ahh humans, I’ll never get them, I suppose! Henrietta was ready but she didn’t expect Me! Not that I’m not pretty but I have to hide my face Seeing me sometimes jolts them back to life! “OK, Missy, let’s go!” “What do you mean let’s go? Who are you? And where are we going?” “HELLLL! Missy!!” “Who are you?” “ Darth Vader!” (and they say i don’t have a sense of humor) “You mean like from Star Wars?” “Yes, exactly that – Let’s Go!” “I’m not going anywhere with you!” “Oh come on, don’t make me zap you there. I like you all to arrive happily, after all the rest of eternity is a long time” “Get lost! I’m not coming with you!!” “Oh well, you leave me no choice! Welcome to Hell!” I lift my hand and she is stretched excruciatingly (it appears) into Hell You’d think my work is easy Actually, it’s not Sometimes, I wish we had some of your high tech equipments down there Then, I won’t have to do this myself I could have me some robots who would never mess up Or suddenly have a soft heart like in the case of .... Oh **** I’m saying too much!! *P.S. Don't worry, I'm probably not coming for you P.S.S. I lie, a lot!*
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
The God of Death
I have a list The job is mundane, same old, same old Murderers, conceiters, haters, .... No remorse even at the last breath Today is a busy day Lots of you to claim First on my list is a thief He stole children for a living And sold them to the highest bidder Sometimes, I think the Guy upstairs is so unfair What’s wrong with taking a child And selling her so she’ll get a better life Not that I’m complaining Contrary to popular belief Hell is kind of empty Most people in their last living moments Say they’re sorry and zam! I lose! This guy is different Peter Hinckley the Child Snatcher He doesn’t know he’s walking into a trap And he’ll be shot dead by the cop hiding across the street So, here I am, Ok, Now!! “Gotcha, come with me, Peter Hinckley! Welcome to Hell! Where it’s always breakfast in bed! Not! Haha!” My next is a woman, those are rare down there Henrietta Bugglery – “Gosh, what a name!” Her one and only sin – loving herself too much Till she hated everyone else It’s not her fault, I don’t think She has it all but wisdom So how can it be her fault Well I suppose she could have been better to her children But she hated them too apparently Ahh humans, I’ll never get them, I suppose! Henrietta was ready but she didn’t expect Me! Not that I’m not pretty but I have to hide my face Seeing me sometimes jolts them back to life! “OK, Missy, let’s go!” “What do you mean let’s go? Who are you? And where are we going?” “HELLLL! Missy!!” “Who are you?” “ Darth Vader!” (and they say i don’t have a sense of humor) “You mean like from Star Wars?” “Yes, exactly that – Let’s Go!” “I’m not going anywhere with you!” “Oh come on, don’t make me zap you there. I like you all to arrive happily, after all the rest of eternity is a long time” “Get lost! I’m not coming with you!!” “Oh well, you leave me no choice! Welcome to Hell!” I lift my hand and she is stretched excruciatingly (it appears) into Hell You’d think my work is easy Actually, it’s not Sometimes, I wish we had some of your high tech equipments down there Then, I won’t have to do this myself I could have me some robots who would never mess up Or suddenly have a soft heart like in the case of .... Oh **** I’m saying too much!! *P.S. Don't worry, I'm probably not coming for you P.S.S. I lie, a lot!*
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Ngoko lwazi lwam, ngokwe zimvo zam Akhomntu uthanda umthetho Ngoba womke umntu uziva ngathi akakwazi kuziphatha ngokwakhe, ngathi akana mthetho Umntu uziva ngathi uhluthwa amandla akhe Kodwa, kwelinye icala Umthetho ubalulekile Umthetho uthulisa impixano Ukhona oyena mthetho ungundoqo Umthetho ka Mdali Umthetho we Ndalo LooMthetho luThando UThando lokuthanda abanye UThando lokuzithanda UThando olunyulu, uThando olunzulu UThando luxando lokwenza UThando luxando lokwenziwa UThando luxando lokwenzana Into endiyaziyo kukuba lomthetho sivumelana ngawo sonke Intonayo asiwazi sonke Umanyano emthethweni woThando yindyebo yobomi naphakade
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Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC
UMthetho
" different from the first one. " her fingers are glossy. glossssssseeee glossing. n classy. i stand gazing. like uh, a primitive, eye she tells me their sensitive and i believe her. because I am quite the gullible guy for sweet.. pretty.. cute. .innocent. looking things ZAM. she magnetically slapssss and caresses the back of my dome. tap tap... tap ' hmm a heavy stone, ' tap tap... tap 'it has a lot of content'... tap tap tap .'oh'. tap tap tap . . ... She begins her journey from the top of my head slowly…             tippy toeing                                     down….    My             body moving          her  fragile nails Like a rehearsed fantasy.. she's been wanting                                  to do. she closes in and rests her index finger across my neck like a scythe shape sun.... she approaches  breathes. in...and... whispers.. ..   “What are you thinking?” And within that.           my eyes smile. [i don’t really know,  some sort of brain activity..... ]                   “I think” [your pretty, inside, outside,worldwide, ]         [and ] “I think” [_<(^.^)> <(^.^<) (>^.^<) (>^.^)>]              “nothing” She still keeps going                                    [ it’s a long walk…………] down, slowly maneuvering in elegant moves. before closing in ....again. this time in a more arrowed position across the more pronominal areas. ‘Why are you hesitant ?' on being religiously silly ?." "Like if     you dislike                                  the idea of                          being  bright?’ [because people are .........   ] “Wait What???" That’s not true. only sometimes... lol!@#!$!. but still “that's  so wrong And misleading. " but please go on”.
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Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
resin nailsss 2
" different from the first one. " her fingers are glossy. glossssssseeee glossing. n classy. i stand gazing. like uh, a primitive, eye she tells me their sensitive and i believe her. because I am quite the gullible guy for sweet.. pretty.. cute. .innocent. looking things ZAM. she magnetically slapssss and caresses the back of my dome. tap tap... tap ' hmm a heavy stone, ' tap tap... tap 'it has a lot of content'... tap tap tap .'oh'. tap tap tap . . ... She begins her journey from the top of my head slowly…             tippy toeing                                     down….    My             body moving          her  fragile nails Like a rehearsed fantasy.. she's been wanting                                  to do. she closes in and rests her index finger across my neck like a scythe shape sun.... she approaches  breathes. in...and... whispers.. ..   “What are you thinking?” And within that.           my eyes smile. [i don’t really know,  some sort of brain activity..... ]                   “I think” [your pretty, inside, outside,worldwide, ]         [and ] “I think” [_<(^.^)> <(^.^<) (>^.^<) (>^.^)>]              “nothing” She still keeps going                                    [ it’s a long walk…………] down, slowly maneuvering in elegant moves. before closing in ....again. this time in a more arrowed position across the more pronominal areas. ‘Why are you hesitant ?' on being religiously silly ?." "Like if     you dislike                                  the idea of                          being  bright?’ [because people are .........   ] “Wait What???" That’s not true. only sometimes... lol!@#!$!. but still “that's  so wrong And misleading. " but please go on”.
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Papa Nowèl te pè pase sou Chanmas Nan lari Pòtoprens. Bal tap tire an mas Tout kote. Anpil moun sere anba kabann Teroris yo kwè chyen nan yon move savann Yo tout kote ak gwo zam ke yo pa fabrike an Ayiti Bandi yo ap touye e terorize tout moun Mèm vye chat ak rat kap kouri nan ravinn Bagay yo grav e danjere nan peyi Dayiti Tonton Nowèl te pè se sak fè kel pat pase Ane sila. Pèsonn moun pa konn kilè ke Bagay sa, dezòd, krim, kanaj sa yo ap chanje Fini. Pate gen mès minwi, tout pòtt legliz te fèmen Bandi ak sapat yo gen gwo zam ki trè chè Ke tonton blan yo bayo kòm kado Nwèl Pou pèp la ka al kreve pi fon nan lanfè Sak pi rèd djab sal ak vye san pwèl Pè al nan simetyè pou al leve moun ke Yo te touye. Se chyen manje chyen Se chat manje chat. Se chyen manje rat Moun antrave nan peyi sila. Se chat Manje rat. Se chyen manje rat ak chat Sa se laraj. Moun pa janm te konn tande Vye istwa sa yo. Kilè ke bagay sa ap fini, chanje Kilè ke kolon oligaka, loksidan e sanzave Sa yo ap kite ti pèp la an repo e kilè Ke ti pèp la ap revolte, kilè, fout kilè Dyaspora a fatige pèdi lajan ak propriete Nan peyi sa. Kilè ke tout teroris sa yo Ap disparèt. Map fout rele anmwey. Yo You, map pale ak ou. I’m talking to you Map fout pale ak ou, wi ak ou Kokorat, zwazo mechan, ipokrit, sanzave Pa fout pale de revolisyon. Sispann reve Ouvri je nou. Wi map pale ak ou tou Pè Nowèl te pè, oken malere e ti moun Pat resevwa oken kado sèl move moun Kap touye e terorize pèp la tap fete. Lapolis Lame ak nèg Loni yo, se kòm si ke yo paka fè plis Se mwens ke yo fè sèlman. Nèg CPT yo touche Gwo lajan, sak nan pouvwa resevwa anpil lajan Nèg yo ap defann pòch, yo pap defann Patri Yo pap pwoteje pèp, yo pap defann Ayiti Ikrèn resevwa gwo kado, gwo zetrenn Ayiti resevwa gwo anbago, wi nou konprann Bandi, teroris, gangstè, loksidan ak olygaka ap vale tèren Gwoup kriminèl yo ap mennen Ti Jezi pat ale an Ayiti, li te pè. Papa Nwèl pat pase Li te pè natirèlman. An nou panse, reflechi anpil jisko printan. P.S. This poem is dedicated to all who are suffering in Haiti. Pèp Ayisyen ak dyaspora a bouke pran imilasyion. Aba la mizè, insekirite koripsyion, krim, injistis, inpinite, diskriminasyon, e inegalite. See translation of ‘Santa Claus Was Afraid to Pass Through Port-au-Prince, Haiti’. Copyright © Desanm 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon powèm.
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Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 1:30 AM UTC
Pè Nowèl Te Pè Pase Nan Pòtoprens, Ayiti
Papa Nowèl te pè pase sou Chanmas Nan lari Pòtoprens. Bal tap tire an mas Tout kote. Anpil moun sere anba kabann Teroris yo kwè chyen nan yon move savann Yo tout kote ak gwo zam ke yo pa fabrike an Ayiti Bandi yo ap touye e terorize tout moun Mèm vye chat ak rat kap kouri nan ravinn Bagay yo grav e danjere nan peyi Dayiti Tonton Nowèl te pè se sak fè kel pat pase Ane sila. Pèsonn moun pa konn kilè ke Bagay sa, dezòd, krim, kanaj sa yo ap chanje Fini. Pate gen mès minwi, tout pòtt legliz te fèmen Bandi ak sapat yo gen gwo zam ki trè chè Ke tonton blan yo bayo kòm kado Nwèl Pou pèp la ka al kreve pi fon nan lanfè Sak pi rèd djab sal ak vye san pwèl Pè al nan simetyè pou al leve moun ke Yo te touye. Se chyen manje chyen Se chat manje chat. Se chyen manje rat Moun antrave nan peyi sila. Se chat Manje rat. Se chyen manje rat ak chat Sa se laraj. Moun pa janm te konn tande Vye istwa sa yo. Kilè ke bagay sa ap fini, chanje Kilè ke kolon oligaka, loksidan e sanzave Sa yo ap kite ti pèp la an repo e kilè Ke ti pèp la ap revolte, kilè, fout kilè Dyaspora a fatige pèdi lajan ak propriete Nan peyi sa. Kilè ke tout teroris sa yo Ap disparèt. Map fout rele anmwey. Yo You, map pale ak ou. I’m talking to you Map fout pale ak ou, wi ak ou Kokorat, zwazo mechan, ipokrit, sanzave Pa fout pale de revolisyon. Sispann reve Ouvri je nou. Wi map pale ak ou tou Pè Nowèl te pè, oken malere e ti moun Pat resevwa oken kado sèl move moun Kap touye e terorize pèp la tap fete. Lapolis Lame ak nèg Loni yo, se kòm si ke yo paka fè plis Se mwens ke yo fè sèlman. Nèg CPT yo touche Gwo lajan, sak nan pouvwa resevwa anpil lajan Nèg yo ap defann pòch, yo pap defann Patri Yo pap pwoteje pèp, yo pap defann Ayiti Ikrèn resevwa gwo kado, gwo zetrenn Ayiti resevwa gwo anbago, wi nou konprann Bandi, teroris, gangstè, loksidan ak olygaka ap vale tèren Gwoup kriminèl yo ap mennen Ti Jezi pat ale an Ayiti, li te pè. Papa Nwèl pat pase Li te pè natirèlman. An nou panse, reflechi anpil jisko printan. P.S. This poem is dedicated to all who are suffering in Haiti. Pèp Ayisyen ak dyaspora a bouke pran imilasyion. Aba la mizè, insekirite koripsyion, krim, injistis, inpinite, diskriminasyon, e inegalite. See translation of ‘Santa Claus Was Afraid to Pass Through Port-au-Prince, Haiti’. Copyright © Desanm 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon powèm.
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looking down deep into the floor i feel the stinging bite of my shame and guilt her threating words play over ...and over in my head my eyes searching for some good reason for this... there is none you brought up my past, to use as your own filthy defense... you point out me weaknesses and empower me with the things i do not know so YOU can be lifted up by others, and feel the joy of watching me suffer.. ZAM!! another stinging shock goes through my body, slowly killing me with every god **** word you say can you say, you really dont realize the pain thats shooting through my veins, pounding at my chest, bringing me to the floor.... i see my pain, i see yours... damn...why you?
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
Why You?....
Ndivuka uzingcinga Ndilala ndiyakucinga Nditsho namaphupha Ndiyakuthanda Noba awukho secaleni kwam Uhlala uhleli nam Nditsho nakwi ncoko zam Ulubhabho lwam, ulubambo lwam Ngaphandle kwakho, intliziyo yam isisighubhu Xa ndinawe, intliziyi yam itsho amagubu Izandi eziviwa phezulu emazulwini Igida kushukume abaphantsi UThando lwakho lundonyusa ndiphantsi Lamazwi akayonyani, lamazwi angqina inyani Inyani luThando, ubungqina luThando lwethu InTando yakhe mayenziwe emhlabeni njengoko isenziwa emazulwini (Ngoba ebunyanisweni andikwazi ukuyichaza indlela endikuthanda ngayo, abubungqina bendlela endiziva ngayo ).
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Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 7:41 AM UTC
Untitled
It kinda feels like nothing Staring at the Beautiful Woman on my screen She has Parts Big red lips smoky dark eye blonde sugarspun hair Nice **** Sinewy legs I'd give my everything to be one of her somethings Even though I know that's not what I should think Shouldn't I be proud of my Parts Thin lips pale eye fine hair Fat *** Cellulite legs She'd give her everything to be one of my somethings
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
Zam