Muhammad Posted January 13, 2005 » Asalamu Alaykum, I dedicate this thread to Somalia, Palestine, Iraq, Chechnya, Kashmir, Afghanistan, and to all those living in Struggle. please take part and post your poems. I think it is appropriate to start with Tawfiq Zayyad's All I Have I never carried a rifle On my shoulder Or pulled a trigger. All I have Is a flute's melody A brush to paint my dreams, A bottle of ink. All I have Is unshakeable faith And an infinite love For my people in pain. Amani Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Paragon Posted January 13, 2005 What can I say? Its neat, nice and its meaningful. Armed with the opposites. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Muhammad Posted January 20, 2005 » Asalamu Alaykum, Passport - Mahmoud Darwish [ Palestine ] They did not recognize me in the shadows That suck away my color in this Passport And to them my wound was an exhibit For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs They did not recognize me, Ah . . . Don't leave The palm of my hand without the sun Because the trees recognize me All the songs of the rain recognize me Dont' leave me pale like the moon! All the birds that followed my palm To the door of the distant airport All the wheatfields All the prisons All the white tombstones All the barbed boundaries All the waving handkerchiefs All the eyes were with me, But they dropped them from my passport Stripped of my name and identity? On a soil I nourished with my own hands? Today Job cried out Filling the sky: Don't make an example of me again! Oh, gentlemen, Prophets, Don't ask the trees for their names Don't ask the valleys who their mother is From my forehead bursts the sword of light And from my hand springs the water of the river All the hearts of the people are my identity So take away my passport! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
General Duke Posted January 23, 2005 All I Have I never carried a rifle On my shoulder Or pulled a trigger. All I have Is a flute's melody A brush to paint my dreams, A bottle of ink. All I have Is unshakeable faith And an infinite love For my people in pain. Amani beautiful ...... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
J.Lee Posted January 23, 2005 Somalia So maal Caana’ah The Land of Milk And Honey Of Acacia and palm Trees That kiss each other Like old lovers The place where The shah placed his seat And seeds were implanted Yet formed roots in different places Land of Faces of varies skin tones Like a kaleidoscopic rainbow but with no pot of gold at the end Land where death is welcomed Like a dear friend gone too long Where Life forms flicker Like a lit candle in the wind I was born in this Land that I call my home but can't call it my own Yet I mourn though I have nothing at stake I’m an ocean away But my heart breaks To pieces like glass that shatters Hearing tales so cold Of 6 year olds Who fear old age More than death With every breath Gaining optimistic pessimism Of Lost innocence So understand why My eyes begin to mist Why I see optical Illusions Like I’m deluded Losing sight of sight Wishing to see peace where my heart Met my Mind But seeming like I’m blind I’m not hopeless Completely But the hope is less dearly but I still dream of peace thou it doesn’t dream of me nor those eternally sleep under 6 feet deep Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Muhammad Posted December 15, 2005 ^ Nice, soo maal caqliga carabkana u saar bal mugtigu ha caraabee I.A.t Passing Remark When they ran over her, the mulberry tree said: "Do what you wish, but remember my right to bear fruit will never die." Tawfiq Zayyad Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Akademik Posted December 16, 2005 Speak when you’re spoken to In this land of………………. Silence is not sound, be heard without Withdraw in this land of loudness, proud Is not patient is be loved Speak when you’re spoken to In this land of………………. Spoken words it’s his with so many words Trying to hypnotize in my story within a vain Story that he has spoken of Speak when you’re spoken to In this land of………………. Mischiefment of the sound wives is The truth of the silence worlds so, open Your mouth and speak on it before the troubling Speak when you’re spoken to In this land of ………………. Stop with the vague theories beyond your Eyes image could ever believe, because Destiny is result of karma IIN-SHA-ALLAH xaq will come!! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
