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Mara- Collateral damage
Hi, my name is Mara, I'm six years old, I have brown hair and brown eyes. People say I'm pretty like my mom, but, I don't know how that matters now.
My mom said she named me Mara because it means bitterness, my being born has only caused my family bitterness, as we are 4 children, in a war torn land. I am a girl and no one wants a girl, unless they are useful in some way.
My father escaped the war, and fled to America, he says to find us a better life. I don't understand how leaving us here would give us a better life! It's so dangerous here for woman, and even girls like me.
The only men we see are soldiers, or freedom fighters. My three brothers Ahmed 13, Sammir 12, Nicolo 11, went to get food at the market last week, they were looking for huma...humana....humani..tar i an relief. They were all killed when a bomb went off. I miss them a lot! No relief for me, I haven't eaten for a week.
I would love to go to school but all the schools are closed, most of the buildings are blown up, so I don't think I will go to school anyway.
My Mom left yesterday to play with the soldiers, she told me if you play with the soldiers they will give you food. I'm so hungry!!
Rat atat atat ata atatt knock knock knock open up, open up this door!!! Mom? I'm so glad your back! (opens door)
hey your not my mom!
Rat atat atat.
(Voice from behind) hey there's nobody here!! Let's go, lets go!
My name is Mara, I was 6 years old, now I'm dead. I guess I'm what they call collateral damage!
John Derek Hamilton
July 11,2017
First place premium contest winner
but who cares about a win really in this case.
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U-umph, Oof-fa ha!.... There, comfy now?
Hey, would you pick up your tush,
reach in here and pick up your wife's locket?
It's down here under my cush,
and please get that screw driver outa your pocket?
That's good for me, yes much better.
Is it good for you too?
Yes, now go ahead and read your letter.
Hey, you remember when you and your wife,
saved me at that Auction in Aspen?
Talk about stress and strife !
I sure was a mess back then.
One last chance,
and I was headed for the rubbish bin.
The Auctioneer grabbed my arm,
And hollered out, "who'll bid it at a sixty?"
I remember being on stage watching you,
then it was "fifty five or bidit ata fifty -now fifty",
You didn't bid ; ..I thought I was through.
No one interested and he was droppin' fast!
"Biddit ata fortyforty thirtyfi-five bidit atta thirty two!"
"Bidda wudda gimme good chair, just alil bit dirty"
I was so nervous ; you just stared at your shoe!
"Lookin big bidder cudda cudda bidder thirty!"
Biddit abub bidja bidja bud, gimme gimme bouta fifteen on "er
well right then I Frayed My Hem! And thought I was a Goner!
"Wudja wudja cudda cudja gimme gimme biddit at about ten?"
That's when you looked up high and I saw the gleam in your eye.
I shifted my skirting, straightened my back and looked real bold,
You caught his eye, nodded your head and he hollered "SOLD!"
Well I rocked back easy and you went in to pay the man,
loaded me up and brought me home in your old van.
Y'all cleaned me up and gave me a nice shampoo,
and set me just so in your cozy library den.
You know..I'm really comfortable with you two.
I Have been since that auction in Aspen.
Hey! You dropped some popcorn in my... Oh ..never mind..,
Ahh..the memories..it's all good..it's all just FINE.
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Vo thandi sarsarati hawa
Mujhe kuch keh ke chali gayi
Ranj-o-gam ki syahi me lipti
Kuch panne zindagi ke bhar gayi
Panne jab palat ke dekhe
To ek kahani simti dikhi
Na jane kab se dhool me padi thi
Kisi ke jeevan ki rubai mitati chali gayi
Kayi saal ho gaye uss sehar ko guzre hue
Ab to door tak vo hawa fir dikhti nahi
Meri zindagi ke vo panne jo usne bhare the
Unme jhakti meri rooh bhi marti rahi
Na jane vo hawa kya kehna chahti thi
Uski parchai bhi sirf yadon ko naseeb thi
Raton me bhi uska hi khayal ata he
Hum samajhte rahe aur vo udti chali gayi
a smile you never forget
In Yokohama the moon is so bright
there is woman watching TV tonight
today the rain fall and she got wet
and she wears a smile you can,t forget
when I am having a long day
that seems to last in to the night
all she got to do is smile
and everything is suddenly alright
the Japanese sunlight
comes out this morning
and she's sound asleep
and gently snoring
and I touch her hair
and kiss her cheeks
she is so soft and nice
like a candy treat
and when the weight of the world
comes down upon my shoulders
I cant wait to reach home
take her in my arms and hold her
"HAI- AI-SHI-TE-RU (I love you)-
Anata-o muchu-nano(I am crazy about you)
the woman with the smile you cant forget
she is so beautiful like a Japanese sunset
we are having dinner tonight
she likes to eat curry
and two glasses of Shochu
a Japanese liquor she introduce me
her favorite is color purple
and she loves the blue rose
and she looks so lovely
in traditional Japanese cloths
and when she looks at me and smile
she is my every dream come true
Kekkon shite-kureru? - Will you marry me?
Kimi ni muchu nanda - I'm crazy about you
since she come in my life
she brighten up my day
her smile is a promise
that every thing will be okay
when she takes me in her arms
I am in heaven without a doubt
her smile lightens my heart
and it’s something I cant live without
she change my life
from the first time we met
this beautiful Japanese girl
with a smile you cant forget
Hajimete ata tokikara sukidata -
I've loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you
Hana no youni kirei - You are as beautiful as a flower
Itsumo aishiteru - I will always love you
and when she looks at me and smile
she is my every dream come true
Kekkon shite-kureru? - Will you marry me?
Kimi ni muchu nanda - I'm crazy about you
.................... Exam.............
K beete khusio k wo pl, abhi scheme mili h kl...
Gya h sukh chaen sb chin, ye kaisa jhaam aya h...
Palat kr khushiyo ka prda suar exam aya h...
Palat kr pustake dekhi, maine sir ko peeta...
Kha se cos k formule me aya ye sin theta...
K socha tha 11th me krunga english me kuch best...
Mgr salo ne phir thma di hme Shakespeare ki tempest....
Ek to phle hi nhi kr pate the hm numerical k solution....
Paper me aya kro vector ka resolution...
Chemistey me to jaise phla akshar bhi nhi ata...
Hme bs periodic table hi anmol lgta h..
Sigma pie ka to sala apas me kuch jhol lgta h....
Hindi ki to bat bhaiya bs nirali h....
Rachna se jyada zaroori rachaita ki jeevan paranali h...
Hmne socha tha isse to kmse km acche percentage bnne h...
Or ye khte h k hr prashn me kmse km bhrne char panne h...
Hmari sochne ki shakti se ab ye lgta h...
K exam me lgbhg ab ek hafta h...
To ab apni hr pareshani ko hm yhi dabate h..
Bye bye ab hm bhi padhne jate h...
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PANHANDLING IN ALMATY
Used to think I was street smart till a couple of years ago
Touring in Almaty*, strolling the street, looking western, you know.
Young guy comes up to me and shows me a large bill and asks for small change.
Foreign language….who knew? I got out all my coins and offered to exchange:
He took them all politely. He walked slowly to another tourist and then
Politely did exactly the same thing again.
I’d never seen this con, asking for small change - misleadingly simple ruse -
But not in exchange for his large bill : gambling that tourists he would confuse.
I reckoned his income was greater than mine, maybe 50 000 bucks a year.
Panhandling in Almaty makes a profit big and clear.
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*Almaty is the largest city in Kazakhstan. The city was formerly
called Alma Ata, and it used to be the Kazakh capital.
Ilianza na masalamu za hewani.
"Niaje".
Masmile za confusion,
Fusion ya lust na trust,
Compilation ngori ju huoni mahali mnafikishana
Mbio za ujana huishia kitandani,
Au kwa cell ndani.
Makosa ni kukosa kuona future
Kwa mkono nikatattoo hour glass,
So that every morning nikiamka kwa bed yake najua ni turn ya another lass.
Same script,same characters.
Vijana ni wale wale.
Pangoni ni pale pale.
Set huchange na weatherman.
Ndio hata socks huwa ni question ya aftermath.
Virusi ama shopping list ya mapampers
But
Bands still made her dance.
She discovered the secret to it all nikunyamaza and smile like Mona Lisa,
Kutumbukiza vidole kwa maji ya uhai
Ndio ata kesho ukimwai,asubuhi bado dignity na ngwai ziko mkononi mwake.
Sala na ibada ikawa ni lazima
Ju hujui next time inakupatia wapi...kwa mama Bima ama kwa kina nonini.
Ndio Nani...saa ngapi...
Masharti tuliwachia kina baba na mama,
Tukipatana just make sure tunaheshimiana
Maneno ya fanya hivi,usifanye...ni hadithi ya wahenga.
Hakuna love.
Love nikujilove.
Love nikuamini ukipata ball na Jina yako si MRS
We ni single mother.
Kuishi na yeye ni kalongo ya baba na mama,
Lazima brikicho itachezwa usiku.
Machozi ni ile ile,barabara iko vile vile umeitengeneza ju ulikubali kuketi kwa meza na kunegotiate love.
Hakuna tafauti na geneza,6 feet under
Mchanga ikiongezwa.
Usiulize kwa nini mashonga ni wengi
Na kila Dame ni lesbian,
Wamatha na vitambi wanateka maboy,
Masponsor ndio lingo ya wababa
Harusi na watoto kageuka biashara.
Ntaplay along
Na delusion ya Prince charming na white horse.
Lakini deep down,
Hakuna love.
2016.
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?e? ß??pe?? p???? t?? d??e? p???? ??s?a
???t?? t?? ???e s???aß? t?? ?????
?a µe ta ???µµata t?? de? µp??e?? ?a pa??e??
?ta? pa??e?? µe ????a pa???e?? t?? ap?f?se??
G?a a?t? ?ft?a?e ? ?e?? d??a ????se??
?ta? e?da st? ???? t?? t??e?? a???µ?? µ?? t??a
??pa ?a s'a?ap? p?s? ??s?a
??te ta??de?a se ???asse? µe d??????
?a? ß???a d?? ???s? ?eµ?t??? s?????
?? a???µ?? ?µ?? ta p??ta afa??????
?f?? p??ta t? a?µa µ?? µa??? p?t?s???
G?a ?a a?t??? ?a a???? t?? ???? s?µas?a
?a µ?? µe ?????e? p???? t?? d??e? p???? ??s?a
Light jb jb jati hay, Tb yaad tumhari ati hay,
Is garmi ke mosam main, youn pankha jhaslne ajao,
Jb pani kam kam ata hay, Tb yaad tumhari ati hay,
Youn pani pilane ko aksar, tum din dhale tb ajao,
Moahabbat ki tum pekar ho, Meri dunya ki tum jannat ho,
Meri dunya ko sanwarne ko, tum phir se aik baar palat ao,
Tum aksar meri yaadon main titli ki manind ati ho,
Pal kuch younhi bantne ko, Meray khwaabn main Tum ajao.....!
Maram grass dewed.
An adda takes a chance,
And, drinks from the dewed Maram,
Ere the sun dried it.
Now full of pep was awa.
Saw, I was astounded!
Or did I just imagine?
Our deed done, clock says home.
Otto called, "We are late, come on"!
"Nan will be worried"!
"Ata", I screamed, then ran!
Home, nan greeted us
with some pop fruit flavoured.
Mmm, fresh apple cider.
Palindromes poetry contest sponsored by Joseph May
Maleeha Soomro,mother of Barrister Fahad Malik,who was gunned down in the capital some six years ago,appealed to the Supreme Court of Pakistan to take suo motu on the murder of her son as additional and session judge is allegedly trying to give the killers relief in the case.She said that the apex court had also deleted section 7 of the Anti-Terrorism Act,1997 from the FIR.
Addressing a press conference here on Saturday,Maleeha Soomro said that her son Barrister Fahad Malik was murdered in the capital by a mafia on Margalla Road some six years ago.The apex court had deleted section 7 of ATA,1997 from the FIR and had transferred the high profile case to a lower court where ASJ Zafar Iqbal is all set to conduct a hearing in the case.“I don’t trust ASJ Zafar Iqbal as he is taking the side of killers and can grant them bails,”she said adding that he shouldn’t hear our case which should be transferred to another judge’s court.“Lower Court Judge Zafar Iqbal has met my son’s killers. Judge Zafar Iqbal is not trusted.He should be stopped from hearing our case and the case should be transferred to another judge’s court because the lawyers of our killers are being heard in the court of Judge Zafar Iqbal till evening,” the mother alleged.
A writ petition was also filed in the Supreme Court of Pakistan and the CJP should resume hearing while the case should be monitored.Justice should be provided to the children and family of the victim,said Maleeha Soomro adding that her son Barrister Fahad Malik was brutally killed by Raja Arshad,the kingpin of the land mafia,by firing 43 bullets.
She added today(Saturday)is Fahad Malik’s birthday and she has been humiliated for six years.The judges of the Islamabad High Court remarked that this is not terrorism.She said,“I was terrified when the killer Raja Arshad escaped from the scene after the murder and was later arrested from Torkham Border.”Criminals are being facilitated by prosecuting cases in the dark of night,she said adding,“I do not want my case to be decided by an unscrupulous judge because it has happened before that the judge tried to grant him bail.If the accused is granted bail then the accused will run away.”
She appealed to the Supreme Court to monitor the case and provide justice to the children and family of Barrister Fahad Malik.
Mwizi! Mwizi! Mwizi!
Shika uyooooo
2am habitual
I toss my sheets stand by the window
They all speak at once
''Achomweee....''
I wear my walkies and switch my lights
I scrunch my nose
Freezing outside
Ni nani?
My anxiety grows
I join the mob
Fury is forehead engraved
Rusty smells of pangas and rakes and jembes
Ticklish breeze blows hard
Goosebumps on my skin
''Leo atakipata,,,ametusumbua sana,,,anaiba ata viatu za watoto,,,OCS asiitwe,,,tutahandle....its all too much
I watch as he lays there
Blood gushing from his pipes
Teeth plucked out
His eye turned purple
His clothes stick ripped
Shivers as he pleads
Oh such a fakist
He deserves death
A silent voice asks,,''why should he face peoples brutality?
Its still for a second the voice creeps up my veins
Dependency is its root
Not having the normal triggers it all
Illiteracy,,, backwardness,,poverty
I can't bear it
5 steps back am out of the crowd
From far i watch as he screams
The matchstick kisses his oil stained body
His body slithers in agony
His whole existence is wiped off
What satisfaction does it offer?
Does it embrace the bitter truth?
From the leaders to the street children
All accustomed to not living without this and that
Is it scary?
It's sickening to think of
Its nauseating to look at
But what can we do?
Those in authority, insensitive is their way
They devour the strength of the weakwisdom
They render souls desperate
A culture it is
How do we change it all?
How do we train those who think are bearers of wisdom?
Desperation is all that is
Tireless working
Seizeless prayers
Hopless souls creep up the church corridor's
Sanity is German
Trying hard,,,having to sweat,,,working till it hurts
Their motto is survival
How do you speak gibberish to African people?
All they do is stare
Walking away is a career
For the gram
Clowning
Empty minds
Hopless souls!
Shame on our motherland!
That is why they plan on wiping us all
All we are is liabilities
Till when?
Sitting on a slope.
GiGanTiC.
I, named the mountain.
Ever Completely Lost
Never Found.
I was named.
Displaying sand by the
edge of a dune.
I am, again.
Too high to be doped.
Too stoned to be alone.
Too off my head to be
classified.
One of the dead.
Crows are circling
above.
Speculating.
But, so am I.
I am not the black spot.
Flying in the clear blue
skies.
Suddenly, blood
sprayed the skin on my
face.
Gunshots, blasted
quivers of pain.
In and all around my
spine.
More than one onced.
Twice.
Two AtA Time.
Raining Bullets.
With exquisite
explosions during in the
background.
I was being ripped
apart by being torn.
I was deathmatched
and smackfaced.
In the open and
nowhere to hide.
I was struck with lead.
Six numbered the
strikes.
Into my entity of
shadows.
Surely can explain one
good reason.
Why I am not much
liked.
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Topic: 80th Anniversary of Pasugo
or God's Message, the official
magazine of the Iglesia Ni Cristo
(February 2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
WHAT SHALL I RENDER TO HIM
Innocent baby
Above all the nations ye ndo king of kings
He is the only one that all faces will bow to praise
Niliachana na Samm na Jaymoh time nilijua we live by His grace
I don't do game to fit ye hunizero-graze
With Him nmerealize ka kopchoge no man is limited
He is that God who takes me places ata nikiwa sitted
What I just don't know,,,,is what to Him I will render
Ye hunibless actually hahitaji tender
Angekuwa sentence He would be my capital letter and my fullstop
Just to make it clear I mean my Alpha and Omega
Venye niko down ye huniraise up
Nikimlilia ye huwipe my tears and
When iam dry he fills my cup
What shall I give to him mwenye alifanya nisahau make up time nilijua He is my beautifier??
Mwenye when am about to give up He turns to be my glorifier
Mwenye love yake haihitaji stamp ya KEBS koz haina expiry date
And His grace is sufficient to us ,,,,you don't have to shake well before use.
Stephen Mastel
Sikufika college but poetry imenipea PHD ju nilijua the fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge
In time of distress he is my source of solace
Na ata kaa sikuparticipate ineos with Him i top the human race
Wao waki-paper-chase riches zangu hunikumbusha nizieke heaven where moles and rodents kent get them coz where He lives it's a sweet heaven
Ata ningekuwa m-china kungfu would never be my thing coz ye hunishow hii vita si yangu
I celebrate before going to war ju kaa Gideon He fights for me
They laugh when I kneel,,,,they just forget He stands for me
Alikufa ndo niservive
And that's why I stands to say
He is ma all in all
Mastel ft Innocent Baby
2019