Aman Poems

A women Heart heart

A woman's heart is like an ocean of secrets
It is full of love
Full of faith
In her deepth
So many breath
So many breaks of life
So many takes of life
A lot of dreams
A lot of love
A lot of kindness
A lot of willness
There are so many issues
So many raise
But Still
A woman's heart never loose courage.......

The Call of Peace:

The Call of Peace:
Together For Peace:
Exercise AMAN 2024:
O call of Duty call of Peace
We are here.We are here.
O earth beloved all of Peace.
We are here.We are here.
No matter what we call it so,
As all the Oceans paint in Blue.
We sail through the tide of Love.
We know the Dream of Peace is true.
The deepest of the truths we seek
Come share the knowledge of the known
O warmth blessing you live long 
Leave hate forever all alone
No matter what we call it so,
As all the Oceans paint in Blue.
We sail through the tide 
of Love.
We know the Dream of Peace is true.
This hour of our togetherness
Soul of Such moment is Noble.
Whisper of truth is unison
These chanting echoes are global.
No matter what we call it so,
As all the Oceans paint in Blue.
We sail through the tide of Love.
We know the Dream of Peace is true.
By Aliza Mukhtiar

Miezer Man and the Scarecrow

I live in a "Mean Peoplez Zone"
soou
leave me alone: I'll introduce
to you to my dad Miezzer.
So stringy is he
and I'll let you see: he's
so
cheap he waits for clothes to go
on sale at goodwill. he told a story
of aman who used a elk, deer and
moose to stem cell meat for cheep.
They only asked me was it gamey
he said. " Nah: Nah, the fella spoke
real quality meat!
Now course you gotta put alotta
garlic onions
and horseradish and stuff
on it not to taste the 
woods and grasseyness
other than that it's real quality meats,
gamey no, no i
Wouldn't play around with
 something a foolish as that "
niw myself I like the straps from the leather
it's a savings bonanza.

Son of the Scarecrow

Little Fellow

A prayer for our household friend
Please bow our heads

Dear Little Fellow,

We’re very sorry 
you are dead
suffocated in the trap

Hope 
your last supper 
was enjoyable:  homemade roasted pine nuts
May you find peace
in mouse heaven
Reunite with your love ones

Aman

Passion Fruit Vine

Passion fruit vine
  
A deep blue in the shroud of nostalgia
Had laid garland around the chain-link fence
Once again emitting the fine aroma
Percolating through the leaves green and dense

Dangling greenish balls of fruit sweet and tart
An array of nature’s beauty and art
With an exquisite and winsome glamour
Display of a masterful conjuror

A thought pervades my mind that soon summer 
Will announce an end. Shroud will be replaced 
By a cold white sheet of snow in winter
And ardor of summer will be displaced

There is no such thing as permanence in
The nature only faint hope and your grin
© 2021 Aman

No More Arguments

Hamain dramaybaz kehnay walo
Ham dramaybaz sahi tum batao tum kya ho?
Kya tum Auliya ho?
Kya tum malaika ho?
Kya tum pakbazi kay mujasmay ho?
Kya tum sadiq-o-ameen ho?
Kya tum hidayat ki talqeen ho?
Kya tum pholon ki mehak ho?
Kya tum kanton bhara chaman ho?
Kya tum shanti-o-aman ho?
Kya tum thark ki dukan ho?
Kya tum chaskon kay pehalwan ho?
Kya tum nafsaniyat ka tofan ho?
Kya tum bay hodgi ka imkan ho?
Tum munafiq ho ya musalman ho?
Hamain dramaybaz kehnay walo
Tum batao tum kya ho?
Note. Crows calling us black.

My Adopted Burg

My Adopted Burg 

Once upon a time I saw the vibrant 
Roses on your streets, festooning both sides.
Now some of those appear wilted, as if 
Mauled by a virulent strain of fungus.

Now I see frosted feet seeking cover,  
Marooned in river of woes flooding streets. 
I see them pushing their stuffed shopping cart
to better grounds to escape the rigors.

Magnolia-lined boulevards still criss-
Cross forbidden avenues, passing through
Manicured grounds of opulent bungalows, 
Trimmed with the sharp tools of gardeners:

Still stand prim and proper. Gardeners fear
Master's fierce dog-whistle. Still plot to
Be on the level ground to realize
The recurrent dream of whiffing fragrance

On the other side of gulf. Which they can
Only guess since their senses are muffled.
©2020 Aman

Langit Ang Ating Yaman

L-angit ang ating yaman, 
A-yon sa Banal na Aklat; 
N-a totoong dadalhin
D-oon ang karapat-dapat.
A-ng langit ang ating yaman, Na wala ngang katumbas; 
S-apagkat ang pilak at ginto ay pawang kumukupas.

N-aroon sa langit ang ating yaman, wala rito sa mundo o lupa; 
G-anapin natin ang utos ng Diyos na may pagpapala.

B-asbas na walang patid, 
U-nahin nating asahan; 
H-anapin ang daang tama, 
A-ng langit ang ating
Y-aman.

Ang Yaman Ay Nasa Gawang Tuwid

M-aligaya
A-ng 
S-ambahayang
A-ng
Y-aman
A-y
N-asa
G-awang

T-uwid
A-t
H-indi
A-ng
N-ilalayon
A-y
N-egatibo

Topic:INC radio program
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Rumagasa Man Ang Tubig

R-umagasa man ang tubig, 
A-ng tiwala'y hindi mababawasan; 
N-aubos man ang tinatangkilik, 
D-iyos pa rin ang 
Y-aman. 

P-ag-asa't pananampalataya 
A-y mananatili pa rin; 
A-lukin man ng diyablong kaaway, 
L-akas ng Diyos ang nasa damdamin. 
I-ka-labingwalo ng Setyembre, 
S-a Diyos pa rin ang iyong pag-ibig; 
B-umagyo man ay hindi tatalikod, 
O-o, rumagasa man ang tubig.

Some Sadden and Madden While Others Gladden

Some Sadden and Madden While Others Gladden

What happens is some people will sadden,
While others bother you and then madden;
As of late,
May irritate;
God likes priests best who always gladden.

Who we will be receiving soon at St. James.
Father Frank never learned how to say
Aman at end of sermon even though he
is a great guy.

Jim Horn

Just Be Aman and Don'T Lie

Don't say promises that you can't make 
Don't make vows you know your gonna break 
Just be A MAN and don't lie... 

Don't build a dream when your gonna break it 
And don't say you love someone when you fake it 
Just be A MAN and don't lie... 

Don't hold someone if you're gonna let them go 
Don't build them up if you're gonna threw them low 
Just be A MAN and don't lie... 

Don't tell them words fill with love and hope 
Don't pull them from their pain to put them in a bigger one and cut the saving rope 
Just be A MAN and don't lie...

Poems Behind the Bars

Poems behind the bar[s],
Begging...calling from high and far,
Oh!...God...mighty...Akbar,
Whiten our souls from dirt and tar!

Help us to bring back the whiteness to the city,
And sow a climate of love and pity,
Our hearts are rotten with revenge,
And throned with hatred and blind enmity, 

Help us to change and transform
The mourning and yelling that inform..
The screams of victims who roam,
The dark empty corridor(s),

Into a joyful Yuyulations,
And a baby-babbling...jubilation,
The friendly gossips and fascination,
Of the laborious quarters and more... 

To recall the nightingale-like gathering,
The family bond and fathering,
The story-telling of granny-mothering,
The fairy-tails and folklore,
 
The early prayers and adhan..
And the break-fasting in peace-Aman,
But now we're living under a ban,
Under the general and his corps.

Martyrs Do Not Die

Indeed, Martyrs do not die
They are in the God’s care
Their deeds of upholding honors
Engraved in the bosom
In the thought of the youth
They are lights that remind
Until the next generations



Nature City, Aman Road,
17 March 2015

Man With a Plan

he is on top again
he had to win
now he  has a grim
he know he has friend
by him will stand
HE IS 
AMAN WITH  A PLAN

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