The Nation of Poets: August 2011

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Ramadan Haiku # 18

May our hearts be consumed
by love and sincerity for our this
Beautiful religion all year around.

TNP Ramadan Haiku day # 18 by Halima Ahmed - share yours!♥

Suffering in Gaza

Will the suffering in gaza ever end?

Will it become much harder or will they become friends?

The Isrealis have created so much hate , caused by the death of a mother,father,sister,brother and soul mate.

God states , if each individual was killed for no reason or died for him , he will certainly look after in the here after ,

The world leaders taunts them with laughter whilst they make prayers to God, the merciful , greatest master.

Jetz scrap through their air locked and loaded , mission sent by Israel is to smoke the hopeless

they talk about the Palestine with a codename living roach's.

Are they scared that Palestine has the potential? so they use tear gas, grenades, nukes , knowing that one day it might become an actual

I watch the t.v , talking about how bad we got it in the region that sparked something in my brain to start day-dreaming ....i was young and it looked like the evening , bombs being blown , looks like the Israeli soldiers cant be controlled i'm roaming whilst seeing countless bodies being shown!

Jama Hussein

Modern day Ignorance

For every Good act theirs Ignorance amongst us

Like the time of the jahilyah except they weren't monsters.

We can be bought or bribed with double digit numbers.

we forget our teaching just so we can look like stunners amongst the sinners,

nowadays i don't hear a bismiillah or allhamdulilah during family dinners

but your all jumping up and down just cause its Christmas.

the Devil got you wrapped around his crook'ed finger

whilst he's getting you to defy your existence.

so right now you've been enlisted job title:politician,

however what he wants you to do doesn't fall within the job description

he wants you to replicate the time of the Egyptians

Convince the people its just a way to stop carbon emissions

Build a vision where Muslims and Christians go back on there religion

However there are those that will fight against it.

The ones that follow the Qur'an and the sun-nah

I'm proud to say, i call these freedom fighters my Ummah .

Jama Hussein

GODOB

hagelin godob haysku doonan

weligaa gardarada sokeeye

waxay kugu noqon guhaade

garqaadoo samaha doon xumaha weligaa ka guur

gidigiin Soomaaliyeey maxaa isu goynaysaan?

maxaa gooni,gooni keeney godoonka maxaydin baday,maxaydin baday?

maxaa duqaydii guhaadshey dhalaankii maxaa gumaaday?

maxaa geeskii Afrikiyo maxaa geyigii ku dhacay?

gacmuhu hooy wada jir bay hubaal wax ku gooyn karaane, gartoo midigta is qabsada guyaal badan way lumeene.

maxaa gubanimada diidan

maxaa gefka iyo xumaanta maxaa gaar idiinka dhigay wax garadkii aaway heedhe?

gacmuhu hooy wada jir bay hubaal wax gooyn karaane gartoo midigta is qabsada guyaal badan way lumeene.

waxaa ahay gabadh soomaaliyeed oo ku sugan qurbaha

waxaana qoraa geeraarada.

waxaan halkan idiinku soo gudbinayaa tixdan gaaban oo ku saabsan dadkeena wada dhashay

ee misina is qalanaya mudo aad u dheer.

waxaan is tusay in aan idinla sheer gareeyo tixdan gaaban ee taabanaysa xaalada ay ku sugan yihiin wadankeenu

amaba dadkeenu anoo rajaynaya in xal loo helo mustablka dhow insha,allah.

Haboon

Tears for Somalia

No matter how early one rises with the sun

Instead of the birds singing before the day’s begun

Russian revolvers chatter louder and louder

Before falling into line in my Somalia

Instead of the promise of the morning air

Shooting, shelling, killing are the days here,

Where life not so precious schools in things that guns do,

Not for reading and writing and dreams too…

The roads to somewhere blocked everywhere

Kids dare, Sleep with the Devil and see no Evil

Instead guns replace toys, for what is joy

When trust is a word with no meaning

On the coastline of homes, the sun seems to shine

If you are hungry you join the battle to survive,

Yet children dare not chill, thrilled by the echo of bullets

As their endless hunger, so why should they

They don’t want to, but

Replace the internal scream with firing Kalashnikovs

like playing soccer or American football

Where the bodies of children were raised to move around like muggers,

killing everybody they see

The right to life keeps being circumvented

Replaced by Sorrow burdened souls unplacated

Because they believed the wrong really love us

Peace has run out of space here,

Just to mention it,

Invites two flying bullets

Or a free magazine

The rule of law is incarcerated by,

Murderers, bombers, ghosts for leaders

Where Future has no light

Good things went to hell,

And bad things got worse

Just to end this misery life

I wish I could die

Abdulkarim Mohamed Jimale

Make the world better..

It is our job to make the world better

by giving the poor food and some water

so we should definitely make the world better

by loving the orphans and being kind in all matters.

it is my job to make this world better

because it kills me to see children suffer

for them i wish that i could start a new chapter

and make them feel like everyday is summer

how can we sleep when some children are sleepless

how can we eat when some people are starving

how can we laugh, when some orphans are in pain

without any hooyo, to tell them it's gonna be okay

and what about the father, who just lost his only son

because he didnt had any food, to give to his beloved one

and what about the mother who feels helpless and weak

because she cant take care of her baby girls needs.

Subhanalah tell me how would you feel?

to see your sweet mother being killed

while some strangers are taking the house ur father built..

to watch your life fade away, let us help before it's too late!

only in this world do we need eachoher , we all know

and insha allah it might be the key to jannatul fardows.

Najax Cabdulahi Sarsarey

Stage entrance

I wake up in destruction.

Life can be a mystery.

Then a bliss off patience or misery.

The treasure deeps inside of the conscious, narcotic minds are haunting!

Till the soul rests at the edge of the earth.

Is there something?

Flowing blood streams, pumping through veins full of excitement.

The true licence of the 'masters of the universe.

A bitter touch of jealousy that lands in the wrong hands and taps the right friends.

Can be bubbled out as a curse.

So vicious like dark nightmares that resembles yellow cat eyes. That feeling keeps you haunted, even when you open your eyes and reality strikes, deja vu!

And when your favourite colour was green you say it is blue.

Confused and depressed all alone till you talk to yourself, so random.

The imaginary phantom laughs as you ride.

These thoughts lead you to visit, "your new partner paranoia".

It made sense to make friends but cold tears will now create a different scent.

So cry on, cry on,cry on.

Follow your way to the stage entrance.

Round the bend make sure you don't miss it.

Keep the track in your mind, like a treasure box, list it!

Carry on and drive to the next exit.

And visit the spirit of detention.

Free yourself from all the hardships in your heart!

And start to mention, the One-ness of Allah and He protects so the devil never holds you ransom.

Live your life, don't live for pride cuz peace is the world answer!

And unity true songs of vocal is my anthem.

Step up to a crowd.

There's a leader, who settles above the grounds.

Dictating his visions to large audience.

And if it may to be, you could face a order of stabbing your own friend.

So come around.

False statements, is their any piety in his heart.

Dismissing hungry mouths.

Boasting out loud!

He says; 'I'm on the top of the mountain, peak in the clouds so is there any one who can put me down!'

Until his own words rebelled against him so next soul could take his crown.

Ahmed D

Stop waiting people, let's save our land

You know I think it's funny how

everyone is waiting

Waiting for our country to

change...

or maybe just the fading

Lets wait on our president to

make things right

We can't do something about

anything for its wrong to fight

We just need to sit and wait for

someone to make a change

We look at our society and what

we think is

deranged

So we sit and wait another day

praying for things to be better

Too worried about what the label

is on the front of our sweater

We can't go out and do

something for that disabled

man at the park

And we wonder why our nation

is still just so damn dark

We all just sit and think about

what should be done,

But when it comes down to it, all

we want is a little fun

We're too high and mighty to go

change our apathetic society

I still think it's funny that we call

that propriety

Why do we think by doing

nothing we'll make

modifications?

I'm asking all you people where

is your motivations

Go ahead everyone...keep sitting

there waiting

Nothing's going to change...all

our people are just fading..

With just one touch

Or friendly glance

we can save our country

It's in our hands

With three simple words

That come from the heart

We can reunite

This nation thats torn apart

Don't be so quick

To jump to conclusions

Let our heart decipher

The eye's illusions

We judge out of fear

Of what we don't know

Afraid of possibly

Befriending a foe

Don't be afraid

To reach out and touch

Those people we think

Are so different from us

So lets open our heart

And let love unfurl

It's in our hands

We can save our land..

Nomad WithDeen

Caku Soomaaliyeey Ciil Kama Baxaysaane

caawa waan careesnohoo ceesh i marimaayo

calooshay huraysoo caafimaad ma doonaayo

islaamkii dhamantood iyo carabahaa walaaltoowye

adinkuna halkaan baad ciil iyo caro la jiiftaane

caku soomaaliyeey ciil kama baxaysaane

cimrigiin intuu yahayba cadow baysku noqoteene

caruurtiyo duqowshahana macluul baad ku leyseene

culumaa udiin iyo ciroolena cafiba meysaane

caku soomaaliyeey ciil kama baxaysaane

imisaa ceel biyo ka weydoo cunana aan haysan

imisaa cari gaalo joogtoo ciidoodi doonaaya

imisaa gaal cunsuri ah nabad nagu canaadaaya

imisaa carartoo cadan orod ku soo gaadhay

caku soomaaliyeey ciil kama baxaysaane

caalamkuna waa nagu fiirsadaa ceyrtiyo abaartaane

colkii sokeeyana halkaanbuu caymis isu sheegay

cariish bay na dajiyeen barafya ceeryaamo

caku soomaalidaydaay ciil kama baxaysaane

ciribtirka shacbiga waxa wadaa waa cunugyadeeniiye

cibaadeysigii iyo ka tagay quraanka cadadkiisa

caradii ilaah iyo cadaab bay shaqaysteene

curadkeenina halkaanbuu qamro laba cantuugleyne

caku soomaaliyeey ciil kama baxaysaaneey

calaan ma dhaafayaan waa caaq la soo diraye

cagahay marinayan oo wa'ay ceyrsanahayane

ciidan kii duloobiyo waa cudur dawaysmeeyne

caadil waa ilaaheeye ceshada ubadkiina

cirkay wada suranyihiin feceen calamadoodiiye

caadkay marahayaan ways cajabiyeene

anaguna canaad baan ku noolnahay, cabasho iyo ceebe

Caku soomaaliyeey ciil kama baxaysaaneeeeeyyy

Mustafa Abdul-kadir

My Lovely Bed

I lay on my bed.

My favourite bed.

The bed that makes dreams of poetry so high.

Sleeping with 'dreamy words' I can't express

My love for you will truly rest in bed.

I end up on the floor the next morning

I leave my bed

My Lovely bed stop mourning

I promise you of stories that will last till the next morning

Every morning I make my bed

And on my arrival I feel like a guest lovely bed treat me good, as you done it for years

You seen my ups and downs

When I'm ill or sad you know how to treat a lonely tear

So tuck me in

Keep me warm

Keep me strong

Keep me away from the dark shadows and the striking storm

I'm awake now

My lovely bed

My dearly friend

It was pleasant

I hope to meet you in the night

Covered by a blanket full of feathers

For filling as always

If I'm on my left

You always seem to put me on the right side

Bright lights as dreams begin to shine

As the day grows

My bed holds my deepest secrets and thoughts

My best friend in need

I wish we could fly away in clouds for eternity

So lay on my bed

My favourite bed

The bed that makes dreams of poetry so high

Sleeping with 'dreamy words' I can't express

My love for you will truly rest in bed

Ahmed D

I am that "Tent"

Yes I am that "Monster"

and Yes I am that "Tent"

Yes I am a muslim woman

and yes I wear big things

but I still hear everything!

and no I wont hurt you

unless its a self defense

cause that is what I've been taught.

and I dont take any chance

because disobeying Allah, is the biggest sin

And No I dont have everything

but nor am a oppressed

while I am a slave of Ar-Rahim

you are a slave of magazines

and if you hate me for being me

then you must be really mean..

I rather be a "tent" and a "monster"

than a naked statue.

cause a tent can keep all the gold inside

but what can a statue do?......

Najax Cabdulahi Sarsarey

Like an Acacia

Like an acacia

I feel so static

only my behaviour

became melodramatic

bitter and sweet

like an addict

unable to greet

you became, so public

my heart aches

is it problematic. . .

Somalia? It breaks

like an acacia

losing its leaves

shaken by militia

looted by thieves

oh, forgive me

like a culprit

unable to see

mercy we eat

despair we drink

like an acacia

into hope I sink. . .

with patience

Pen ‘N’ Paper

Reflection: life and friendship

At a time of healing are we as grateful as at a time in need?

We seem to look away from what is important during our greatest hour

but become religious when we haste for riches and power.

I seem to dwell upon a future not promised to me,

so I stay up late hours trying to shape what may not be given to me,

Truth is I do not appreciate the chance and gift of today?

I reflect upon it and decide to sleep upon it

knowing that the next day I may not even act upon it

Its a dark decision which risks me in numerous ways

but its my way of being now and I struggle to change these ways.

Dear He can you help support me like you do in most of my days,

I know when the world is against me you always seem to brighten my days ,

during the tuff times you answer my prayers, and during the joy,

I forget to say thank u, do excuse my horrible ways.At time of reflection I seem to realize the truth

but during reality I seem to hide it under the carpet, The dust piles up and I start to walk on unseeing mountains

created due to my own ignorance.

I am no different then othersYou and me need to start realizing that the more we ignore..

the more we create barriers for one an otherDear he can you please protect us from one an other,

so that we can only benefit each other.

Its either that or we seriously need to stay away from each other.

Sofie Omar

Hold On My People

Pen on the pad

Pad on the table

Pillow on my head

Trying to cover up my eyes

But the images are still perfect

Tears rolling down my cheeks

I wish you could drink it

The drought took my happiness

Because with out you I’m nothing

Oh Somalia it’s not the end

This is a struggle

Just another story to tell

But how many hearts are torn?

How many kids are dead?

Hold on Somalia

The sky is still blue

So is our flag

Hold on Somalia

There is still a brighter day

Africa is free now

Oh my people

Don’t you think it’s enough?

Time to heal our hearts

And clean up our minds

Oh Africa will you watch us suffer?

Or shed a tear with us

Oh my beautiful continent

Will you watch us fall?

Or help us to get up

We are no longer slaves

But yet we are dying from starvation

Charity begins at home

Oh Africa let your magic shine

Bring smile to those kids

Build houses and schools

Oh Somalia stays strong

The Almighty didn’t forsake us

And you are active in my prayers

Oh my people hold on.

Poet of The Streetz (P.o.s)

Ramadan Poem

A blessed month is near,

so sacrifice and Allah let us fear.

Don't be hypocritical, at the beautiful recitation shed a tear.

Make plenty of sincere du'as as the Rab can hear.

Nothing is impossible - yes, even our dreams

Change your ways and leave the filthy language and the screams.

Ramadan isn't the only time to worship Allah,

Seek His pleasure as did Rasullullah.

Be a firm believer in your deen,

and make sure that your intentions are pure and keen.

Facing calamities? -They only make the believer strong.

From ourselves let us not steal and make our prostrations long.

Even when insulted, be forbearing.

And instead of you, it'll be the devil swearing.

It's a month in which the Qur'an was revealed,

And thus we find a cure for even that which our hearts have concealed.

Prostrate before Allah and pray for His blessings,

because the child we left back home is hungry while we buy our favorite dressings.

Fear Allah in the way that you deal with others.

Forgive and forget for we are all sisters and brothers.

Happy Ramadan to each and all.

Don't forget to call Allah before you fall.

Nimo Abdi Warfa

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Ramadan Haiku # 17

With all the trials and
Tribulations of life, always remember that with
Every hardship, there's an ease

Ramadan Haiku day # 17 by Halima Ahmed

Ramadan Haiku # 16

Every sin has a consequence
Seek repentance before its too late so
You may increase in faith.

Ramadan Haiku day # 16 by Halima Ahmed

Ramadan Haiku # 15

As a child I fasted
To seek approval from my mother today
I fast only for Allah!

Ramadan Haiku day # 15 by Halima Ahmed

Ramadan Haiku # 14

May Allah make us amongst
Those who help those who are in
Need, and not turn away.

Ramadan Haiku day # 14 by Halima Ahmed

Ramadan Haiku # 13

May Allah Ta'aal increase us
In wisdom, compassion, love, faith, health, humility
On this Ramadaan and forever.

Ramadan Haiku day # 13 by Halima Ahmed

Ramadan Haiku # 12

Every actions has a consequences
It is on you to decide your
Fate, with faith in God.

Ramadan Haiku day # 12 by Fatima Ahmed

Ramadan Haiku # 11

You cannot fight with your
Thoughts, but you can avoid thinking about
about sinning, by reciting Qur'an.

Ramadan Haiku day # 11 by Fatima Ahmed

Ramadan Haiku # 10

Who are you to discourage
People by saying they are only seasonal
Muslims, Live and let live.

Ramadan Haiku day #10 by Halima Ahmed

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Ramadan Haiku # 9

Be kind and thoughtful in
Your actions towards others for Ramadan is
More than abstaining from food.

Ramadan Haiku day #9 by Halima Ahmed

Ramadan Haiku # 8

Like the ocean cleanses the
Shore, Ramadan cleanses my soul and takes
Me away from my sins.

Ramadan Haiku day # 8 by Fatima Ahmed

Ramadan Haiku # 7

Some forbidden to fast and
Others lack food to break their fast,
What are we complaining about?

TNP Ramadan Haiku day # 7

Ramadan Haiku # 6

Ramadhan, O month of change!
No eating, drinking, fighting or backbiting instead
Praying reflecting reciting and praising.

Ramadan Haiku day # 6 by Amal Saed

Too young to understand

I followed the demands

Fed me treats

So I wouldn't speak

Funny now that I think about it

I wasn't scared, might of even enjoyed it

I remember vividly

the stocky frame and pale skin

Evident from an Arab blend

I remember vividly

The chubby fingers

That drove us around

I never told

Much less admitted

Even when I came face to face

After ten years

Height, Breasts

Maturation

and hair in hidden places

I never admitted

I tried to avoid it

Those incidents corrupted my being

The unwritten sanctions of my culture

tells me its my fault, so don't bother

I didn't

But now I know otherwise

I was brainwashed

An innocent child bribed for the crime

Can't believe I'm writing it for the first time

Why?

For I'm admitting

That it occured all this time

Destroyed was my innocence

And through it all

I remained silent

Lubi B.

The Nation of Poets

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Ramadan Haiku # 18

Suffering in Gaza

Modern day Ignorance

GODOB

Tears for Somalia

Make the world better..

Stage entrance

Stop waiting people, let's save our land

Caku Soomaaliyeey Ciil Kama Baxaysaane

My Lovely Bed

I am that "Tent"

Like an Acacia

Reflection: life and friendship

Hold On My People

Ramadan Poem

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Ramadan Haiku # 17

Ramadan Haiku # 16

Ramadan Haiku # 15

Ramadan Haiku # 14

Ramadan Haiku # 13

Ramadan Haiku # 12

Ramadan Haiku # 11

Ramadan Haiku # 10

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Ramadan Haiku # 9

Ramadan Haiku # 8

Ramadan Haiku # 7

Ramadan Haiku # 6

Friday, August 5, 2011

Ramadan Haiku # 5

Ramadan Haiku # 5

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