Life goes out but faith will not from this body
Heads may be cut but Islam will not from this land
A holy town of Quran you are at your starboard crescent
Mountains and rocks all cry out freedom and word of testament
Did not sell himself for a few bucks to a few predatories
Shielded his chest to dishonests that are coming by F-16s
Did not give his liberty his sovereignity his future
Left his mother his father and his lover
Left his wealth but hasn't left his homeland
There it is real army real soldier
Inside it private every patriot
Went out at 15th July and showed heroism
It is impossible not to show him admirism
Walked on tanks shielded himself to bullets
As long as don't let country be given away to zionists
Today Gülen is death and coup plotters are at jail trap
USA's forty yeared project in one night has gone to trash
Turks has showed how Muslims are to America's stepsons and CIA
The first attempt
This is the first poem I try not to think about.
It is like crossing the plateau of Alentejo
I see the tarmac road that stretches miles ahead
must follow the lines of the road
or, fall off and sink into oblivion
Poetry is not unlike arithmetic; using words instead
of numbers
The hope is that the writing has an inner logic
That defies jumbled words
The instrument has a hidden note that tells us
That two is not four
I try telling you what I hear, it is easy, our obligation
to love our fellow beings
This request can be obtained by honest feelings
How do you fight when the battle is within you, and every attempt seems doomed to fail,
When you thought you were strong, but now you see you're caught in the web of doubt,
A stranger in your own skin, searching for a self that once seemed so certain,
I try to rise, but I fall again, chasing pieces of myself that have disappeared.
Once I was confident, but now I'm full of uncertainty,
Wondering if I'll ever find that part of me I'm searching for,
A labyrinth of intertwined thoughts, where the echoes of doubts constantly resonate,
Like a river flowing endlessly, taking me on unknown paths of the soul.
Every step is a battle with shadows, a search for the light hidden deep within,
When the heart remembers the times when faith was simple and clear,
Now, lost in a thick fog, I seek the fulcrum to find myself again,
In a world that changes incessantly, like a dream from which I cannot wake.
I gather strength from memories, from moments of courage and instants of peace,
From the brilliance of a clear morning when the sun warmed my soul,
And I try to remember who I truly am, beyond doubts and fears,
For deep in my heart, I know my true power awaits to be rediscovered.
I walk into my mom’s room, filled with fear,
As nausea is bubbling in my core.
I say nothing, it’s already clear;
I took a b’ttle of pills just like before.
Tears fall from my eyes and drip from my chin,
As screaming insults fall from my mom’s lips.
She yells, “Get in the car,” and the pr’cess begins.
She cont’nues to yell like she’s read’ng a script.
She says she’s not staying for this bullsh’t this time.
With that, she left—no “I love you,” no goodbye.
I’d never felt more alone in my life.
In the weeks that followed, I did nothing but cry.
In those three weeks, I only felt like a problem,
Reminding me, my own mom left me at rock bottom.
Just got charged for attempt to sale
Words on paper no need for a scale
Just pure joy and pain frowns and laughter
Living life to the fullest anything can happen
Dreams come true but the foot work has to be done by you
So many start and never finish
Made it through the beginning and then stopped I guess that's the ending
We all know a lot of people or pretending ride your wave and pay them no attention
See remember I just got charged for attempt to sale words on paper no need for a scale
Into racially charged environs
burst cattlemen with branding irons
Followed, fortunately, by squadcars' screaming sirens
Whew... Sure glad those were 'dry runs'
In snow and mud stuck off the road
On hill—we killed anti-skid mode
Then cleaned your tire tread
And rocked straight ahead
So now you've no need to be towed!
Do not knock on the door of my heart
if you don't know how to love
I just tried to leave sweety memories behind
Yet, ants and flies were rather unkind
You can’t understand how that sounds.
You laugh, but you look like clowns.
Don’t repeat the joke. Don’t assail
my ears with what you would call a humorous tale.
I don’t have the patience for this. My head pounds.
I’d rather eat coffee grounds
than listen to your waste of nouns.
But heaven forbid you notice this detail.
You can’t understand.
Your obliviousness astounds.
It begins to escape the bounds
of what reality should entail.
Yet you seem infinitely able to exhale
nonsense. There is so much about you which confounds.
You can’t understand.
Braced to fight tough for triumph
Stockpiled testosterone
Fizzed bicarb in her bloodstream
Sucked bitterness alone
Flooded home, battle surmounted
Safeguard marshy roost
Maladvised maveric trudged pond
Stacking bags of no use
Swirling water swarmed by spiders
Fear erased from register
Starless, deserted street industrial
Duty lead dim endeavour
Depth defiantly rejected her efforts
Scream's echoing ignorant
Yelled "help" at selected emptiness
Six months pregnant Sigrid
Fortfied ego, throat sore, exhausted
Dry in her fortress upstairs
Concede agitated bruises encumber
Defences laid dull despairs
31st March
Dependence is not defeat
Reminiscent time
Good days and bad days behind
Look to the future
Lun varya menu lun varya
Faar dita tun bunda aryaa..
Narrated Aisha:The Prophet in his ailment in which he died,used to say"O Aisha! I still feel the pain caused by the food I ate at Khaibar,and at this time,I feel as if my aorta is being cut from that poison.
underwater
thinking about slaughter
open to discussion
wanting to play percussion
refusing to breath easy
having difficulty and feeling queasy
hearing a different rhythm
trapped in a spinning abstract prism
wanting to break the seductive glass
wishing i could get a special pass
laying in the sand
newly bought pocket knife in hand
thinking about neckties
wanna slice until something wet flies
underwater
thinking about slaughter
then out of the blue
I.....HEAR.....YOU
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