Best Abbas Poems
The halo of happiness I craved to wear,
Wasn’t in my reach or in my share.
My eyes turned green, my heart went dead,
On seeing it embedded on another’s head.
I was a victim of my own depressed thoughts,
And reflected how to undo these grave knots.
Happiness although not simple to attain,
Makes things simpler when attained.
Shadows in the life are caused and designed,
By standing in one’s own sunshine.
I sought for happiness in the distance
My endless endeavors made Little’ sense
When somebody whispered this hint,
It’s growing under your own feet.
If you are a master of your own self,
You can end sorrows without another’s help.
Pleasure can be created too,
If the true benefits of joy is found within you.
For happiest moments we ever spent
Are those shared with a special friend,
Great happiness has it’s own unique talent,
“Great joys like grief are simply silent.”
ZEHRA ABBAS
The USA is not perfect
never has been
never will be
Unlike Russia, which has
‘no alcohol problem’
‘no civil disobedience’
‘no LGBTQ populace’
Not to mention no truth in the
information it disseminates to
suckers around the world...
Yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
not with George Washington
the 1700’s slaveholder (gasp!)
on our currency, not to mention
Susan B. Anthony, who was proudly
anti-abortion, pro-life – for shame, for shame!
~ Our ignominious past consigns us to eternal penance ~
Unlike Libya, where an ancient slave trade flourishes
to this very day: Muslims enslaving black Christians
which does not fit the media’s narrative
so most people aren't aware of it
and the rest don’t care about it
Unlike Afghanistan, where the repression of the 'Old Taliban'
is now fully in place under the ‘Newer, More Gentle Taliban’
or Syria, whose butcher of a ruler has made refugees of half his
citizenry, gassing thousands of others with chemical weapons…
But yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
Never has been
Never will be
Let us forever grovel in abasement to all the tin-horn dictators of the world
not to mention our home-grown squadrons of regressive radical progressives
Down with Jefferson, Lincoln, Grant, Teddy Roosevelt, Truman and Reagan!
Up with Omer, Tlieb, Pressley, Sanders, AOC, Corey Bush, Schiff, Nadler...
Long live Maduro, Castro, the Mullahs, Xi, bin Salman, Abbas, Gaddafi et al!
Lies are Truths Might Makes Right Facts are Opinions
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A Talismanic Incantation
By Faleeha Hassan
Translated by Mahmoud Abbas Masoud
I gathered the pores of my being
And came to perfume them with your own fragrance
Only to discover that you are an oleander -- a rosebay
While in the memory of unease and apprehension
I trace some features that resemble no one but you
An image has its own dimensions
And, when hopelessness assails me, I have roads
That never cease to pull and lead me toward you
And while in the nook of anxiety
I fancy a preordained timing
For events that never materialize
The image draws near
And I talk to it
About the tons of heavy separation
That oppress the seasons of my life
I have recited you as rain
Yet your lightning never came near me
Alienation gathered thick
Tears heaved with gushing flow
Who will tell you that
My silence is like the mouth of a volcano
I am boundless
Yet fettered only by my own memory
And you are
And will always be
The ever-never closest to me
Form:
bedroom's door was left ajar
two wine goblets were on bar
covering yourself, with a stole in red
half-naked,you sat on bed
I stepped out of bathroom
entered the dim-lit bedroom
I sat on edge of the bed
held your chin to turn your head
restless affects, enticed me to lure
you consented,with a graceful demure
desire and love filled up the air
flames of passion paired us to dare
drinking your wine, I kissed your lips
reached out trying, to caress your hips
muted cries of, whimsical lust
surrendered us to instinctive trust
we didn't care about wrong and right
pain and pleasure, saw off the night
time stood still, for a pure girl's plight
bloomed to a woman, on that sacred night
Abbas Kiamiri
Form:
come back and light up love's shrine
in this lonesome, heart of mine
come back,get me back eyes' sight
take me out of,the realm of night
come back , make me feel inspired
fulfill what,we've always desired
come back,bring us back minds' peace
how long more,should I beg you this?
come back and inspirit this lorn
blow on me, like breeze of morn
come back,our love ,can be restored
let,s heal our hearts, to be adored
Abbas Kiamiri
Tehran-Nov.3rd,2006
Copyright ©2006 Abbas Kiamiri
He was steering us somewhere
This Fouad Abbas
Having given up the world as unreachable
Now took hold the yellow disc
and wrested what was left
into some sort of plan.
Tulips are dancing to the rhythem of breeze
Robins are singing ,atop, the old oak trees
Quails are waltzing , in a graceful pace
Butterflies hop ,from this to that place
Eagles are gliding down for a prey
Squirrels run for their lives, astray
Overhead , the sky is clear and blue
Underneath stretches the sea,what a view
Lovers on shore,sit in pairs and watch
Prints on sand "LOVE",one,in a touch
Sea,sand,Sun,love,silence and peace
Childhood's nostalgia,which ,I do miss
Abbas Kiamiri
If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
What is Bashar Assad?
Whose hands are stained red
from spilling fellow Syrians' blood
If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
What is Sayyid Hassan Nasrallah?
Whose 'soldiers' use children as shields
Those 'brave men' of Hezbollah
If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
What is Vladimir Putin?
Who bombs water mains and utilities
Nothing left for Kiev to ration
If Ben-Gvir is a terrorist
What is Mahmoud Abbas?
Who lavishes rewards on 'freedom fighters'
for dynamiting packed Israeli buses...
Ben-Gvir is a force for law and order
in a region overrun by anarchy and terror
So, he's tough and no-nonsense
~ On HIS side I'll error
love is tender, love is kind
it's the magic, hard to find
love means sharing,all your fears
sometimes it makes you shed tears
love is to fulfill your dreams
it's eternal , never it gleams
love is the sense, to endear a soul
a virtuous passion,aspired to extol
love knows no boundaries nor race
in all tongues ,it embraces grace
love is glory of two hearts bond
outdoing visions, if you respond
love is a tune , inscribed in code
a verse which mellows to be an ode
Abbas Kiamiri
Little mud with thatched hut
Many were in this hut from my forefathers
All are passed away
I saw there was an old banyan tree on the corner of home yard
A tamarind tree was there on the east side of pond
Was there afraid of ghost at moonless night
Was there dome of straws on the entrance side of the yard
Cocks, hens, ducks, cows, goats full of domestic animals were
Were there paddy granary, fishes in pond
Were there Syed Masjid and Kali Temple in my village
Abbas Maulabi and Dev Prasad Brahmin taught religion there
But now no hut there is without concrete building;
Picture of Socrates, Plato, Aristotle
Picture of Einstein, Hawking, Sri Tagore, Whitman
Tomb picture of Ghazali, Shams Tabrizi, Rumi, Lalon Shaiji
Saintly picture of Mother Teresa telling me consciously-
'No one is permanent o dear child! '
Now, I find all these are in this painting scenery of artist
and in the true poetic expressions
As memory rider an artist and poet can awake the gone past
Ephemeral all are on this earth inn
Though slight glittering happiness in the artist canvas
and poetic imagery words;
After a while these all will be disappeared
I, s/he and you are not eternal
Eternity is not the property of the creations
Happiness and sorrow, life and death, time and tide...
Healthy and wealthy, sickness and poverty....
Disasters and epidemic either natural or artificial
Frolicsome and lock down city
nothing is permanent
Universal truth that-
Eternity is not applicable to my thinking
where time is always changeable link
and unseen separation being
This dark night will go far after some hours
The sun must shine the world offering nature
09.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
I sowed love's seed in your heart
watched it become,a towering Might
I coached you,how to embrace your dreams
and fall for your lust,it seems...
I taught you, the language of sight
when we talked love,at silence of night
I showed you, what's a broken heart
how it felt, when lovers went apart
you learnt how the truthful hurts
"looking for a friend,but passion,then flirts"
Had whims overcome my conscious fears
I would have not seen your flowing tears
By God ,i've been, so honest to you
I'll love you, love you, loved you
Abbas Kiamiri
Moon and Stars are tied to the Nights
they cast ,in dark skies,their lights
darkness fades within their Might rays
sometimes just like the shiney days
Sun shines the Earth its warmth &light
warmth is life,light ousters the night
warmth and light both bring me the day
latter's the source of my lasting gay
I am that lonely dark night
you're my Moon,Star and Might
peer up now in sky of my heart
light it up with your love's art
I'm the Earth and you're my Sun
light of my life; what you've done?
you shine now,bear us the days
repress the clouds,covering your rays
now that rain is just my tears
should darkness stay;i fear
my Sun,my Moon ,don't go away
if you'll go,i will pass away
Abbas Kiamiri
You have seen life being pleasant to you,
And you have seen it being nasty too.
Which course it will take is unto you,
Stark black or bright blue.
Honor yourself for whatever course you take,
Respect yourself for all the decisions you make.
It's yet hard to survive or think ahead now,
But have faith in yourself,
And you'll make it through somehow.
No one can give your life back to you,
But faith in yourself,
That you'll swim to the shore in a rough sea too.
In your engrossment over your bad luck,
You are failing to see the light,
Which can dawn upon you,
From your own insight.
God told you that He's with you in every way of life,
But you found yourself all alone to fight and to strive.
When you complained to Him, He said;
The one pair of foot prints, which you saw as yours along the shore,
Were of mine and mine alone,
Because all through your hardships and troubles i was carrying you.
FOR ALL THE DISHEARTENED PEOPLE.
ZEHRA. ABBAS
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Form:
I look around and frown
to see eighty-plus-year-old clowns
stuttering and stumbling around
the corridors of power...
From Slow-Joe Biden to Unelectable Mahmoud Abbas*
from Black-out Mitch McConnell to Fragile Francis, the Pope
They all refuse to step down
to give youthful leaders hope...
Corporations keep the young blood flowing
their ideas and vigor keep the profits growing
But the world's nations prize creeping senility
over youthful ability
_____________________________________
*Mahmoud Abbas, 88 years old, has been the
President of the Palestinian National Authority
since 2005. Through a series of political mach-
inations, no elections have been held for Pres-
ident since. He has also been the chairman of
the PLO since 2004.