The Nation of Poets: 2nd Anniversary:Celebrating TNP

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Sunday, June 12, 2011

Group Poem 20 (Celebrating TNP): O Sweet Gabay

It is what makes me and you

The words of astuteness our forefathers

Have always treasured

It’s our tongue the gabay

Which the young and the old crave it’s colloquy

Its words which are engraved in our souls

Words which are the backbone of the culture we adore

This defines me and you

It is the sweet gabay which the ears yearn for

Each word they utter followed by another

Like a beautifully braided jet black hair of a gashaanti

Who her beauty blinds the eye

And drives the sane, mad

Words which are profound in meanings like

Old nomad who’s feet sinks in the desert’s sand

With every raise and breath a new word is born

Sending chills of exhilaration to the hearing soul

Like the melodic beats of the durbaan

The gabay’s words lingers in the ears and echoes deep inside

Leaving a sense of belonging and triumph

It’s my identity it’s me

O sweet gabay

How I awe thee

TNP the revival begins with you

Bring back our old love for words and mystery

Instigate the poetic-ness within us

We’re not called the nation of poets for nothing

And happy 2nd anniversary to all the

Beautiful souls.

Hanan Jama

Friday, June 3, 2011

Group Poem 20 (Celebrating TNP): The Reason Why I Write

TNP (The Nation Of Poets) is the reason why I write,

Poems, Stories, and Play-write

man I hate to say this,

but they all suck in different ways

TNP is the reason I write

the worst is the administrator

she's always after me to catch up the rest

I rush to my facebook account,

there I see the reason to give up

TNP is the reason I write

when I see the pieces of the rest

I get jealous, and start to put up a fight,

writing a crap piece in a hurry

TNP is the reason I write.

Man they even know how to push me,

push me to the limit when they give me

the like bottom, and I rejuvenate myself

To find out that I'm exhausted to death

TNP is the reason I write.

They scare me to nuts

yet I have huge respect for them

For we belong to same family,

we speak same dialect

breathe peace, utter the words of hope

It's called poetry/ spoken word

TNP is the reason I write.

You may think I'm clowning

but I'm in owe of this talented

brothers, and sisters of mine

I thought I was the youngest

in the family,

but they keep recruiting even younger fellas

TNP is the reason I write.

That left me nothing

but to clown like monkey

That's denied a banana,

TNP is the reason I write.

I sit down think for a minute

act like I'm mad at them, and

join them back when I see no one

to console me, their followers are aplenty

loved by all, and that makes me even more jealous

TNP is the reason I write.

LUV THEM ALL TO PIECES!

Ahmed Abdi

Group Poem 20 (Celebrating TNP): TNP- THE NATION OF POETS

the words shout to the world

'' we are alive ...we are alive ''

traveling through the hearts of young men and women

who are raised between the beauty of the pen

and the reality of the blood and the sword

who are the citizens of the world

hearts longing for that place

for a sweet taste

for a lovely dream

that looks like a face

so familiar yet annoyingly

you cant remember the name

like the promising lights in the foggy days

but no matter what , we keep the faith.....so yes we are alive

as we are the postmen of emotion

marching through hearts filled with determination

gathering the seeds of

love , joy , laughs

sadness ,rage and tears

planting them in the nation of poets land

and they grow up when

they are blessed by your eyes

and when you sprinkle the comments

they thrive

this is the story of creative poets

who are diverse as their names

from A to Z

harbored by the nation of poets

coming in all colors

sarcastically , funny , bloody,defiantly

fiercely , angrily , peacefully , happily ,sadly

but they are all true colors

destined to blossom in TNP

and if you ask me what TNP means

surely i can say :

The candle of hope

Nurturing the fading ideas

Promising a better future

and this is what i call LIFE !!!!!

P.S : many thanks to all who post there writings and poetry here ..and for all those who take from their time to read and comment ..and to Halima Ahmed for creating this page and for her time and dedication and the others i might not know behind this page ... and of course for Idil A. Hussein , your poem+the ice cream was the joy of the day :)

Ismail A. Ali

Group poem 20 (Celebrating TNP): Dear Idil

Dear Idil

“Hold me closer in your embrace

I would lie if I ever asked for any space”

Your dedication

Got our fascination

Idil

More of a mystery than a riddle

Creativity engraved in your soul

Whereas yours truly is on a constant roll

The difference that I noticed between me and you

The way you phrase your emotions is too good to be true

Ingenuity is what it takes to bring me out of my shell

Untold tales you told so far, you say there is more to tell

A puzzle in which syllables are combined

Emotional is your wisdom, metaphors aligned

Even though you realised where I am from

And the obvious difference called ‘dodomdodom’

What makes you believe that the brothers don’t stalk

Ismail and Hamza might not walk the walk

You call your humour a pre-emptive strike

Call my humour German or whatever you like

You call me Mr. Paper just call me Pen

Every line on the paper is dedicated to them

The soul, the mind everything is there

Envy – a state aggravated when we care

You get the idea – all based on inspiration

Thank you for your heartfelt and beautiful illustration.

Yours truly

Pen ‘N’ Paper

Group Poem 20 (Celebrating TNP): Dear Ismail, Pen 'N' Paper and Hamza

Dear Ismail, Pen'N'Paper and Hamza

Yes you read the title right

this isn't somewhat a

dedication to you all