Afghans Poems | Examples

knitting

toasty variegated yarn from Oskaloosa
the hues of colors
red blue yellow green
knitting needles are clicking along

warm mittens and slippers
afghans and shawls
a dress for a toddler
clickety clack clickety clack

I rarely watch TV

I am always in competition against myself, it is free.
Playing word games, while I listening to the droning TV
You do not even watch! My husband says amused.
He is right. I use it like a radio, like we did in 1942.

I can get much accomplished while I listen in.
I have knitted and crocheted afghans during the din.
The white noise of the TV is therapeutic to me.
I have my ears ready, but rarely watch the TV.

Beat the Drums

Beat the drums; aye, beat the drums!
Make them go stark raving mad—
These likes of Emperor Jones. 1

The criminals' courts play house.
Adzes don't cut their own tails. 2
Where are Clinton, Bush, and Trump? 3

'We' are the people, the mob. 4
'We' are judges; 'we' punish.  
They should be ripped limb from limb.

Peaceful rallies will not do.
The criminals we'll tear up
On the streets across the globe.

Over!

1.14.2024

1 See The Emperor Jones, a short play by Eugene O'Neill.
2 A Persian adage
3 Three of the infamous slaughterers of the Bosnians, Afghans, Iraqis, and Syrians
4 See "I am the People, the Mob” by Carl Sandburg.


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Twits Terrible Nitwits

past knoxville and idaho city there are a pair of adorable nitwits.
townspeople refer to them as kooky oddballs, a couple of twits.
their name is easy to  learn. she is backward ditz; he is fritz.
brown eyes are lop-sided, their glances can be the pits.

watch out! cautions their neighbor, they will bore you to bits.
they showed up one day unexpectedly during a neighboring blitz.
I heard they were parisians, but another told me they are brits.
fritz can do a weird almost-hand-stand, and ditz does the splits.

twits do not put on airs; neither abides by the ritz or any glitz.
they eat bland foods like porridge, oatmeal, and plain grits.
calico cats come to them all the time, presenting them with kits.
their fighting is so common, their eyes are swollen to slits.

fritz likes to knit, so their house is full of junk that he knits.
afghans, scarves, hats, potholders, and unusable oven mitts.
ditz does not wash her hair, so it is full of lice, bugs and nits.
also have zits, and they have performed some really weird skits.

Grandma Has Color Now

Grandma always wanted color in the house
But grandpa said no
She threated to leave him
She threatened to go

He told her to go ahead
acting like he did not care
She stayed around until his death
upon a kitchen chair

Two weeks after he died Grandma began to spend money
This was forbidden when she lived with her honey
She threw out the browns and blacks and brought color in
We loved the changes she made, this was a big win

She painted her walls,
She painted her chairs
She knitted pillows and afghans and such
Her house is full of color now, thank you very much!

My Home

homemade cotton quilts
adoring husband
two loyal puppies
all my favorite foods
hundreds of paintings

knitted afghans
warm fuzzy socks
my own haven
comfortable

nirvana
refreshing
relaxing

easy
comfy

home

Twenty Years and Rotsa Ruck

Where would the South Koreans be
  If the USA had left 'em high and dry by '73

And can you imagine West Germans' lives
  If America had cleared out by '75

But 20 years for the Afghans was just too long
  Who else think the Boomers got it wrong

Kandahar

Ask the Indus to where it flows,
from Tibetan mountains it goes,
to big blue Arabian Sea
in the city of Karachi!

It watered that ground for eons,
it has raised heroes and icons,
people from same genetic pool,
divided by British! to rule!

Oppressed suppressed enslaved and chained,
the Victorian empire gained,
condemned whole civilisation,
poverty through domination!

In this land of the proud afghans,
dividing Durand line was drawn,
separate them from Pakistan,
a vast arid state for Patans*!

Many tribal flags in this land,
invaders came to rob, disband,
people lost their identity,
sowing religious strife plenty!

Afghanistan as is today,
is seeking to stand up and say,
please leave us to have our home rule,
we are a people! not your mule!

*Patans = In India and Pakistan, Afghans are called Patans! Possibly because they settled in the city of Patna at some phase in history.

8th position
Written 30/08/2021
Afghanistan poetry contest
Kai Michael Neumann sponsored!
8 syllables each line

Biden In the History Book

Political leaders take countries to war,
making decisions that are political, 
done to ensure they are voted for, 
domestic approval and nothing more. 

Biden couldn't have got it more wrong,
clearly this President is a total moron, 
it doesn't matter how long it's gone on, 
you don't just leave if you still belong.

I wonder if Biden even understands, 
the world he has left for those Afghans, 
the victory clearly that of the Talibans, 
how can you not tell your allies the plans!! 

Isolating the US from your allies overseas, 
with this absolute shambles exit strategy, 
this is how superpowers become nobodies, 
the worst military mistake in our history!! 

Watch China buy and reverse engineer 
equipment that gave your enemies fear, 
American time at the top ends right here,
international respect slowly disappears 

For 20 long years it was a war you'd won,
now the legacy tells a different outcome, 
all of those sacrifices can't be undone, 
yet the terror awaiting us surly will come!

At Least Four Marines Too Many

What have we done?
What have we said?
What’s left to do?
When dead means DEAD.

Where do they go?
Where can they be?
Living a life in peace where free means free.

Humanity has failed the Afghans and yet
The power of the west sits on the hands of intent.

Demons hover over their shoulders
Demons with the sharpest of knives.

If we don’t let our soldiers do what they can do, we may never, ever lose this regret no matter how we sell each other the lies.

A Faith Worse Than Death

Afghanistan! would anybody give a damn
perhaps had a chance, under Uncle Sam 
They gave them weapons, to fight Talibans
enslavers of women, for pleasures of man

Kabul was thriving, the west brought calm
young ladies attend school, sitting exams
Mullahs hid in exile, with extremist Imams
Allowed back in, by surrendering Afghans

Another failed state, turns hardline Islam 
say they've changed, nah just a big scam
The door was opened, they choose to slam
right back to poverty, from where it began 

Religious fanatics, resume same old sham
beheadings, torturing, cut off some hands
Warped Sharia law, interpretation of Koran 
no A la carte, only one recipe, Allah flambe *

US couldn't stay forever, done all they can 
must watch Russia, China, Nth Korea, Iran
In tragic war situations, there's no exit plan 
want to point a finger, start with bin laden 

* Play on (A la Flambe) no offence intended
to moderate peaceful Muslims*

Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
25/08/2021

Compulsive Knitter

I am a professional knitter, she said at her front door.
As if we could not guess it, we could barely see her floor.
Yarm was everywhere, in magnificent colors galore.
Variegated, twisted, baby soft, a knitted band aide on her sore.
Afghans piled high on couches were sleeping with a snore.
We knew she could make herself happy from here to forevermore.

Things With Strings

THINGS WITH STRINGS

Spider's web, strings of stars,
a weaver's loom, and old guitars.
Balls of yarn, and DNA,
string bikini, and crochet.

Cats cradle, spools of thread,
Tails on kites, and hairs on head.
Theory in music, or in science,
together making a string alliance.

Yo-yo, and Pinocchio, 
harp, violin and cello.
Catgut bow, and strings of cheese,
or whiskers on a prized Siamese.

Silly String, and G-string, 
an strings of birds on wing.
Math strings, "No strings attached,"
a roof that's been heather thatched.

String quilts, strings of pearls,
strings that tie to locks of curls.
Music staff, and balls of twine,
and tendrils from a sweet pea vine.

Heart, balloon, and aprons too,
and laced up in a tennis shoe.
Garland, hamstring, and quartet,
strings on fingers to not forget.

Braided rings, and strings of lights, 
pulling strings, and fishnet tights.
Telephone string through tin cans,
woven blankets and knit afghans.

Brown paper packages tied up in string,
needle, lanterns, and wind chimes that sing.
Drawstring, bowstring, and baby's pull toy,
string, strung, and stringing, we're all overjoyed.


By Edlynn Nau
© January 25, 2015

Hair

His mother would stroke his hair,
with gentle fingers.
It made him purr.

Fingers withdrew.
Time combed thinning years.

A one-night woman
took his head in her lap.
It was good to feel again
that love that fingers have
for hair.

In time, he settled down
with a lady,
who bred Afghans.

Saragarhi Day

twenty one soldiers waited their fate
twenty one soldier's ready to defend
would give up their lives in the call
to keep the fort....not let it fall

the afghans invaded in great strength
the valiant sikh soldiers gave their all
sikhs in total killed 600 men ..gave their lives
when they answered the commanders call

this was a battle in 1869
battle of saragarhi was its name
a temple was built in 2003 ...to
commemorate their fame.

a movie called 21 Sikhs has been made, reminding all of the valiant Sikh soldiers
an insane battle 21 Sikhs against many hundreds of Afghans

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