The Nation of Poets

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Camel

Sand passes me as I’m searching

Weather that chills me

Milk I drank of

Camel, where are you?

Yesterday, here

Tomorrow, gone

Day after day

I’m still looking for my camel

Tired of waiting

My hope is crushed

Prayers to God

Everyday, minutes after seconds

A lost camel

I was its owner

Loved him as my baby

Alone in the desert

He was there to save me

Stars above who protected me

Whispered don’t quit

You’re too strong now

Lift me up from this nightmare

Camel?

Your silence I can hear

Words calling out for me

Movements during nights

Thought you never leave me

Siesta time,

And still I recall your voice

I miss you, Camel.

Laila Siad

Qabil

Do you realise what you have done,

You say its destiny

That’s the way it’s meant to be

But destiny is only written down

Because one who has infinite knowledge

Knows you best you see

When the child up against that wall

Looks up to the sky with eyes full of no hope

Because you put a bullet to his parents mouths,

When you squeezed the life out of this dirt

Just Below your feet

And you stained it, lipstick red

The same colour she bought that evening

She put on to impress her husband and family

Before you shot her through the head

War is indiscriminate.

His mature mind pulsates with thoughts of revenge,

Encased, being held back by his young skull

Do you realise what you’re doing

When you crouch, like the killers of the savannah

Methodically aiming you ak47 in a house,

Through a window

And towards yet another man

As you aim do you not see?

The man, sitting opposite wears the same skin as you

Has grown up on the same land,

With which your mother and father, as toddlers would play about

He speaks the same tongue as you

And on Fridays you would most probably sit next to him

As you bow your heads

To the same direction,

With the same intention

But maybe your feet and shoulders were

Miles apart

As you point, do you not see the devil?

Has artistically drawn a border between you and he

A border paper thin,

Yet strong to make you become a murderer

This wall he cast onto your eyes,

Stems from a single word

A word if a dare say it,

Fear it may cause another human life

Another little boy with eyes to the sky,

Tears swelled up,

The boy you were once… maybe?

The word Qabil

There goes another life.

Hawo Sayyid

Not just a friend

You watch him lie

Then deny and you walk around like everything is fine

You gave him your heart and he is tearing it apart

Girl when you will realize that he is not worth your love

And that he is wasting your time

He makes you cry

And never there to dry your teary eyes

And I can’t lie

You are one of a kind

A rose in my eyes

We have been friends

Spent many years and more times

I swear you have melted my heart

Every time you smile

I feel the sunshine on your lips so bright

In your arms I felt like home

And there you have destroy all my pain and fears

You cheered me up

And made heart beat faster than a deer

Now hear me clear

I know you like myself

In the malls he is lost

But I look into your eyes

And tell you here is your favorite color

My dear

You just smile and walk on

Then call me later

I can hear that you chocking

You can’t speak but hardly breathing

He is treating you bad

I can’t take it

Listen

I don’t wanna hear about him

I wanna be him

But not like him

Better than him

Hold you tight and never let you go

I wanna be the one you love

I wanna be the one you tell your girlfriends about

Walk with your hand in hand

Hug you and listen to your heart’s beat

Kiss you and tell you that I have missed you

Light some candles when the sun goes down

Let me in

I will stand by you thru the seasons

Summer, autumn, spring

And winter my arms will never let you go

Even when we have melted the snow

I will still be by you

I wanna be more not just a friend

Poet of The Streetz (P.o.s)

Words

I'd remember I couldn't speak

I had to make gestures just to get kiss on a cheek

I had to speak wit my body just to get milk from my moms titty

And when I didn't get as I wished

I had to cry for it

Never understood why couldn't afford it

And never will

Never til I learned ABC's

And I start scoring A's on my degrees

Books came then shock came

Started to communicate

But never had a common mate

When my emotions got great

I couldn't ventilate

Never had someone that understood my heart rate

Felt so strange, strange rage arranged

My strange ways so I've seen lot of strange days

My range from my view got me looking at people in my review

Cause in my life menu I found Words Words Words

These words words words got me cursed

It felt so but now I know, I'm getting rehearsed

For my main event, This is destiny something I wouldn't prevent

It felt like torment, It was my actions and what I have forth sent

Karma called it whatever start knocking on my door and now is a guest forever

I called it my actions responding for a corrections

It never stopped my passion

But I feel the affection and humans predictions

Slowly making me a victim, this is sickdom

Pointing fingers but every hand got three fingers pointing back

In this sick community, society theres no purity or unity

I'm glad to be a menace cause there is nothing for me

I'm tremendous in my self imaginary

Enormous to my casualties

Your sickest fantasies couldn't capture me

All the words and prescriptions couldn't prescribe me

If you do

Then which one or what side of me

See just because I be speaking or behaving at your level doesn't mean

That I'am just another bean

This is just words words words

For these headless birds birds birds

We know every bird fly with his own herd herd herd

Is still words transforming to an act

All praises to the most high Allah

And praises to most fly taaadaa

Mohammed Abikar

The believer and the disbeliever in school

The believer thinks of his Lord on his way to the school,

the remembrance of Allah makes him feel so cool.

The disbeliever jumps out of his bed,

hoping he wasn’t too late.

The believer starts his day with Duas and Wudhu.

Fajr prayer and breakfast on his table.

The disbeliever swears and wishes it was a Friday and not a Monday.

thanking his God brings too much effort.

The believer greets his friends at school and share what he learned at the Masjid.

The disbeliever acts like he is on of another episode of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and tells them how many girls he scored.

Two brothers who used to share same deen.

One followed his Noor

The other pretend to be a fool,

But he knows the rules.

Brother Noor wants Brother Fool to dig deeper to find the truth.

Laila Siad

If you pretend to know her

What if you pretended that you knew her?

Assumed her everyday attire was a vision of what was underneath those veins

What if her eyes where a reflection of the inner core of the thoughts that ran for miles

View her ideas, her visions, her dreams, her aspirations and what makes her smile

These books you pretend to have been reading from her

Have been incorrect and indecisive upon this journey

See, what she yearns for is what no one can provide but herself

But you don’t know her, bet you think that it doesn’t matter

That the war torn country she came from was just a minor blimp in her life

That the nightmares you wake up from, are her reality and where she comes from

Cause you might pretend to know her, but the persona she displays are the only things that you can see

Her attire is the only thing that you can read

Her veil speaks for itself on what her heart desires

She wants peace her eyes will never again comprehend

Post traumatic does not define what lies beneath

Her heart aches for the beautiful sunsets she used to see

Instead of the atomic bomb threats coming from over seas

“Pirates” her family was labeled

“Terrorist” was what the religion “enabled”

Not “love”, not “innocence”, cause these titles where unfamiliar to her everyday tongue

Unfamiliar to her world, because she does not come from a land that believes it can be over

Her people were blamed for the bloodshed that painted the town red

Not the poison that was trickling in the minds of those that wanted the bread

Her mother was telling her that the verses in the Quran

States that “after hardship will always come ease”

And she was trying to figure out how to obtain that peace

In this land of diseased dreams

In this air full of poisoned thoughts

Of what she believes are illusions of a better tomorrow

You can pretend to know her, but you will never understand her

- Sarah Omar

meaning of war

What is war?

A fight between two sides that represent two ideals!

But what is the meaning of war?

Death! Cries! Victory! And when the novelty wears off… more cries!

If we can elaborate on the meaning of war…

It is the gaze that has trapped the essence of sadness

From her fingertips to the pit of her soul

And sadness wants to escape and flow free from her eyes

To run down the tracks he made, the path he dyed upon her face

War was when her well had dried and blood took its place

But now selfishly retaining what little she has left

It is the fragile frame that has lost its roar

The raging fire extinguished by that final whimper

That sturdy presence that once exhumed grace

Has now withered and dried, her exposed thorns blunt and futile

It was when she became disabled and dropped the world on her shoulders

The day her legs gave out during her hunt

It is those dim ears that mutes the sounds of gunshots

But pokes at the piercing shrill of a drop of blood

If only it were just a drop of blood!

She would readily donate that one drop of blood!

Its deafening to be consumed by the flow of blood

Swimming against the sea of dead she searches for a hole to tend

A frantic but vain attempt, she finds the hole only swallows any stem

It is the pride misplaced with dignity and grace

That mother tongue that once danced out of her mouth

Now burns in her throat as it was the children of mother who taught her pain

It is when the lucky and chosen few are branded refugees

Residing in the illustrated homes far overseas

It is when the caress of your land between your toes

Becomes the eminent death sentence

So again, what is the meaning of war?

The scent of blood has become a norm

By that shadow of death in Mogadishu town

Somalia died bound and tied long ago

20 years of her children’s cries over rode her howls

And shot guns silenced the few that mourned

Now the question that remains…

When will there be victory?

Just a moment of peace to live in the novelty.

Kadramay

Group Poem 16 (ekphrasis): The Mask you hide behind Sister.

Behind a mask you lie

To others you’re this good girl who everybody wants to be

Had to be me who knows this secret of you

No one has a clue but I wish you could be true to your self

Because what you represent is a Muslim

Time went so quick how your heart went bitter towards Allah

It’s my reasonability I feel it’s my accountability

Is it my fault again if you go to hell for eternity?

Was I that selfish to you and me, never prayed myself?

Believe me sister I do one day, but that’s the disagreement between me and you

I love Allah and his messager and everything you knew and felt you act like you can’t remember.

I’m confused if I should continue to have you as family,

watch you wash away with the wind and be captured in the hands of the devil.

We are on a different game different level. as like as chalk and cheese.

But please say there’s a chance in life you’ll come back and believe

And is this the pain Muhammad s.a.w felt when his uncle died as a kuffir.

Sister that used to be a part of Islam, is it right to talk to you?

What can I do but guide you, when I'm not rightly guided myself.

But once upon a time we prayed together,

I felt the connection it was stronger than living on earth,

no words to describe it, but it was the first time I didn’t want to die.

So should I give up now or give a Dua for you,

should I give up now and let it be, let you go do your own thing, never think about it,

knowing what your truly are, know that the hijab is a cover up you hide behind, the mask you display to others.

Every time I look in your eyes I know the true mind of you and you no believer.

To be honest even though I never show you tears but today I cried knowing your words and no Love for Allah.

Allah only helps others who help them selevs so i guess I'll never hear you say the shahada again.

Idil Mahamed

Group Poem 16 (ekphrasis): The signs are everywhere

We walk in this earth as we are going to remain forever

Thinking about death is to hard too remember

But if you did you might have changed

Don’t you have 25 minutes of your day?

Few minutes each day we talk to our Lord

The All-hearer, the All-knowing

So why can’t you change?

The signs are everywhere

From birth to grave

Miracle?

Had it been minutes instead of years

They had woke up

The noble Quran

With no mistakes

Only pure guideness

Darwin Evolution

It’s no chance

Can’t you see?

The ocean, the sun

Perfectly, then moon arrives

Saying hi

Stars that shines

There is a sign

If you can look up,

You can get up

Right up from the dark

There is a light

Waiting for you to declare,

One day you would be there

Visiting the graves as they were your soul mates

You cant say hi nor good-bye

For those who believe

Everything is a sign

So why can’t you see

That there is only one God, but

Allah..

Laila Siad