Best Hatreds Poems

...They proclaimed that we ‘oppressed women,’
it’s the refrain of loud femenists,
forgetting that before birth control
nature gave us little choice in this.
That before we had technology,
when life meant brutal, physical work,
that there just weren’t all that many jobs
physically weaker women could work.
They forget that the woman’s...

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Without a Doubt

I’ve seen your yellow underbelly now
and there’s no denying or going back
a solid moral compass is what you lack
this country torn, breaking bodies bough
with deaths and sorrows piled upon your brow

lying and cheating is what you are about
it’s putting our people into the...

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Suicide

Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless body on the table lain. 
Lost in a world where hatreds whirl.
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
What a pity; she is a beautiful girl. 
Tears falling down like torrential rain. 
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless...

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The poets muse 
Is a whispered lie
Grains of sand
Fragments of time
Lingering love
Fateful kiss
Love once true 
Soon will be missed
This tattered heart bleeds 
Broken it's torn
From woman's anger 
To hatreds scorn
One mindful moment 
An empty soul
The part that's played 
A walk-on role
Love once showered 
Now lies...

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Heavy, bloated
bleak and blue
I tread the sands 
laid under you

With swollen feet
cumbersome bags
juggling everything
I've ever had
My mouth all splinters  
 a broken smile
to breathe hurts and
tastes of bile
I've walked for days with
only hope, to go that extra mile.
WAR
FEAR
GENOCIDE
HATE and GREED
YOU took the LIVES of...

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Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota,
And the Sioux,
Choking for a breath of life's sustaining air,
Smothered beneath the white man's blanket.
The beating heart of native drums, are stilled, frozen
In the middle of it's rhythmic thumping, no pauses echo,
Can be heard on the open...

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I am sick of excuses to avoid responsibility
and I am, today, sick with excuses to avoid responsibility
with "I'm just a mortal human. I make mistakes.
I judge situations and relationships,
assess potential risks to care and nourishing choices
badly sometimes."

I do. And so do you.

At the same time,
I...

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The Cannabis Queen
Rides her Snow Chariot
A glass shard still remains in his heart
And his heart still remains ice.
This is his true state of existence.

He worships the Queen,
Because now, all is pure,
White and still.
He kisses the back of her palm
In deep submission
She smiles and takes him...

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THE LAST STAND

Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota, and the Sue,
Smothered beneath the white man's blanket,
Chocking for a breath of airs life's sustaining oxygen.
The beating heart of native drums, are stilled frozen,
In the middle of it's rhythmic thumping, no pulses echo,
Can be...

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Let we rejoice the
creamy event
tomorrow,
And to say Eid
Mubrak with no
sorrow,

Remember to greet,
tweet and read,
Your inbox full of
bakra Eid,

To shake our hands
with benignity,
To quash the hatreds
of malignity,

This Eid brings the
message of
brotherhood and
humanity,
With divine
blessings and
bestowment of
sodality,

Wish you mirth, wish
you Joys,
Happy Bakra Eid with
highs.

Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry...

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The ask of cultures. 
Dutch to Portugal, do you think colonisation of fruit and lands and their inhabitants was the fairest exchange of our tactics of the strategy to wrestles of communication. They decided the best option was a renegotiation of trade affairs and markets....

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Almost always, as additional allurements arrive, ask as a Being...
 By better borne behests become best Causes ?
  Can causes create concise concepts Diligently ?
   Do doers do decidedly dumb doldrums Ever ?
    Each eek echoes egotistical efforts enduring...

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Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank
Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall
Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank
Arrested minds the blue screen does enthrall

Their horticulture, growing docile strains
Indulge the twisted whims our lords conceive
The whores to culture, placid in their chains
Reclining...

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I know we just met, 
but I can’t forget our first kiss on top of the table mountain,
and the second next to that Corner where boys play soccer in a dusted clouds road barefooted  
I'm not saying it’s going to be perfect, 
even Obama’s...

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Could we be doing our best
to invest in Earth's cooperative health markets?
While you sell our most competitive killing machines
to our Saudi Arabian cousins.

Referencing this touchstone as an ecopolitical WinWin,
unlike Parisian multicultural investments in climate health,
as LoseLose,
remains upside down of any truly love-life frame.

Ballistic sales and...

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