Best Middle East Poems
Tears from The East
Head chatterd with state law
No fair hearing because the law is
deaf
Executioner groaning with sword
The hot sun ready to sip
Her blood oozes in the midst of
innocency
Arrogant mob mocking her tears
Justice jugging in the jungle
She is
Killed for no just cause
Nature stood aloof
As she groan and moan
Mother weeps endless
Father failing
Desert wailing
The ugly sun in the middle east bleeds
for freedom
Freedom trapped by devils in power
Religion masking and muting our
voices
Today, we weep for Ramata
Written Awoh Kingsley
If one is hungry
And bored
Of watching over Mecca,
What better place
To steal an apple
Than from another country’s orchards,
With fighter jets
Twanged in the sky
Like flying bottle openers,
Diving down
And peeling back a tin can roof
Of a school bus
Loaded with 40 children,
Whose shoulders are all
Strapped
With blue and red back packs
That look like little lunch boxes,
One of them
Surely containing
The sweet temptation
Of the perfect apple.
Mistaken identity, can happen.
So, a few bombs,
True,
Have to remove
The dozens of windows
And deposit
The million shards like razors
To flay the skin of the girls and boys
And, in an attempt to remain civilized
About this,
First cook
With fire and oil
The cheekbones from the skulls
Of the five year olds
Who are still alive,
And it’s important to keep fresh
The liver, tongues and hearts
Shish-kebobbed
With splintered ribs, white as serpents,
And finally, then
There it is,
The well done slab of lamb’s meat
Still clung, red as a beet,
Limbs and noses,
To be stripped
From that one buried back pack
And within it, zipped,
The fine taste of a ripe apple
Polished by mom
As a snack that was packed,
That day,
For school.
The volatile excerpt reads “The behead-
ings that were carried out by the Isla-
mic State of Iraq and Syria, the
rage of hate is a control factor for
the power of the leader to be sup-
reme. Is this the measure of mankind?
The rigor-mortis that lay before us
is a terrorist creed dogma time clock.
None the less than government formed through doc-
trine of Qu’ran and Sunni stated to
be the divine order of all the land.
al-Baghdadi caliphate is mercen-
ary to the faith of the Middle East.
The rage of hate must be depleted now."
R oused was the first leader and destroyed.
a l-Baghdadi came on board.
G ruesome guerilla killed woman, man, and child for his caliphate.
E quality must be palpability today.
F ear that is caste by ISIS.
O ften is not considered by the people as a terrorist.
R egards are to the governess.
P opulations are nations
E volved to roam.
A spirations are not known.
C aliphate has formed.
E quity and identity is commercial paper shown.
______________________________________|
Penned February 27, 2015!
This poem is a sonnet that is emphasized via an
acrostic for the desired effect on the stated form.
A Famous Einstein Quote: Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.
UPROAR IN THE MIDDLE EAST
In the Middle East they fight as control freaks.
Islamic State walking with their machetes.
In Iraq, al-Baghdadi is yellow teethed.
He is like an East African [g]o[d] in hideous heat.
The people survey said he takes leaks.
_________________________________________________|
Penned April 26, 2015!
Job Description Board of the Middle East
The Sniper - not Palestinian
The Bomber - not Palestinian
The Thief - not Palestinian
The Terrorist - not Palestinian
The Child Killer - not Palestinian
The Burner of Tents - not Palestinian
The Group that blows up Hospitals - not Palestinian
The Rapist - not Palestinian
The Blocker of Humanitarian Aid - not Palestinian
The Exploding Pager Man - not Palestinian
Plant Bombs in Toys Job - not Palestinian
Booby Trap food on the starving - not Palestinian
Deprive Water to the Starving Job - not Palestinian
Genocide Promoter - not Palestinian
Financier of Genocide - not Palestinian
Propagandist for defending burning Babies - not Palestinian
Killer of Journalists - not Palestinian
Using Ambulances to murder civilians - not Palestinian
However all these positions are open
apply in Israel
they need more persons with zero morals
death is their only currency
As I watch the rows of houses become smaller and smaller
I say goodbye to the place of my birth.
I say goodbye to the familiar.
To the coffee shops,
and the university where I was held captive for six years.
To the lake front,
and to the home of my mother.
To my faithful dog and cat.
Also, my hair straightener—
and even my marriage.
As I say goodbye to it all,
I watch through the window
perched on the edge of seat 8F.
And wonder
whether I should be up in the aisles dancing,
or crying on the shoulder of the kind stranger beside me.
Are the mother’s cries less bleak,
In a language we don’t speak?
Why does the pain not translate?
When we speak of love but do in hate
Is it their freedom we are fighting for?
It seems to be a foot in the door
We make them pay for our small toil
And steal and pillage all their oil
We say we have a better life
But all our green and silver is built on red
We ignore and disregard the natives’ strife
And pretend to care when they pile their dead
But we do not care and we never will,
So the lives of millions must pay our gas bill.
Young men,
Women and children,
Fleeting their land,
A war destroying their country,
An enemy they can’t seem to understand,
“we are freeing you from your leader’s tyranny,
slaughtering you all is a war causality...”
On embers and ashes
an empire of democracy shall be built,
Oh... The irony.
Plow-land vulnerable for plunder,
Source of sins,
I am your victim; i am a pluries, Plunger,
What an onus!
Put on my soft shoulders,
They forced me to side with one of my offspring,
But I refused,
Who would stop the double B, Bush and Blair muster?
Partaking the cake and leaving the debris behind,
For the Chalabis and cos,
My enemies-brothers are now rushing faster,
To dig in my grave before my fate's time,
In a monomania-like manner and attitude,
I am a Persona Extranea,
But Grata, as it is confirmed on this parchment,
My signature, Duplicata.
The highway robbers are set now to move in,
With the blessing of my brothers enemies,
And their masters,
To celebrate the death of a dictator,
And the birth of another one,
For sure, Uncle Sam is not a Mesopotamian,
But now he has a say to lecture on Gilgamesh and his glories,
He is even allowed to guide risk tours around,
What was left of the old saved past,
If not looted or destroyed!
But all what I can say,
Thanks to the torrents of these multi-coloured doves,
Waiting for them with flying, blazing flags,
And slogans of tormented peace,
What a freedom! What a Peace!?
An orchestrated feast in the Middle East...
Said the soldier to his wife at home,
do you see what I see?
Way up in the sky, my dear,
do you see what I see?
A rocket, a rocket, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite...
With a tail as big as a kite...
Said the soldier to his only son,
do you hear what I hear?
Ringing through the sky, my boy,
do you hear what I hear?
A bomb, a bomb, high above the sands
With a voice as big as the sea...
With a voice as big as the sea...
Said the soldier to his president,
do you know what I know?
So safe at home, Mr. President,
do you know what I know?
Men, men are dying in the sand
Let us bring them home
Let us bring them home
Said the Poet to the people everywhere,
listen to what I say!
Pray for peace, people everywhere,
listen to what I say!
Our nation, our nation, rising to its feet
Its strength will bring us peace today
Its strength will bring us peace today.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------
Based on the "Do You Hear What I Hear?" Christmas song written in October 1962 with lyrics by Noël Regney and music by Gloria Shayne Baker.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------While Christmas approaches nearer to our hearts and homes, it is important to remember our brothers over-seas. Everyday, people are dying in wars that should have ended long before they begun, and now, in a time as great as any, we must remember that peace is not impossible, but rather grows in the hearts of all whom maintain it.
This Christmas, let us do our part.
Wild fighting
and thousands made homeless
or
killed
As the song goes "When will they ever learn?"
I have only been to Israel
Never one of the Arabic or Farsi
speaking nations
Let peace be all the people's wish
in that troubled region
As a poet I suppose I
have little influence there
But to use a Tolkienesque phrase
I - and all of you writers out there in the darkness
Are troubling the counsels of the "wise and the great"
Middle East Future
I have not written anything today, why should I? The future
in the Middle East is clear there will be a rapprochement
between USA and Iran, naturally two countries are surprisingly
alike both sublime and with a streak a tendency to violence.
That leaves us with it will leave the before the Palestinians will
refuse to be Bantu state and we will have an Israel stretching
from the Mediterranean to Jordan, most of the people will
Be none Jews and since Israel is a democracy it will have to accept
this new situation. Israel will in the future become just another
Middle Eastern state that has nuclear weapon they cannot use
without erasing their own people as a race a be a bitter irony if
they did what the Nazi tried to do.
Saudi Arabia can go back being a kingdom with ten thousand princes
that have just moved out of the tents, but Jews will survive in Iran.
So there is nothing to write about except the vines are greening and
I’m taking a car dealer to court, it has taken me since 2004 to get here
because I can’t afford use a lawyer, justice takes time and is costly.
In 2011, Hamas released one (1) Israeli
for 1,027 Palestinian detainees
Somehow that never added up for me
This Sunday Hamas will release five innocent Israelis
for 700 Palestinian detainees
More than half of whom were detained for killing sprees
I can understand trading my prize-winning cow for your horse
even giving you my wife along with her papers of divorce
But when it comes to returning five innocent hostages for hundreds of killers
That’s a transaction with which I am just not familiar
BORN IN THE MIDDLE EAST
By Eddie Egbelo Ntebri
Alas thy has been born; from thy dark mother’s womb
To inhale the venomous air from thy bleeding ambiances
What a conclave; concealed by dusty decisions
Dejection and pity shelters thy unpolished skin;
Leaving thee with regrets of a propelling heart
Thy nostrils filled with the breathe of human plasma
Thy ears shielded by war songs
Oh! What a derisible human nature
Fractioned by poverty and hunger
Petitioned by freedom and peace
Oblige by blood and sickness
Appraised by saboteurs and oppressors
Dictated by tyrants and impostors
Delivered by a murky womb
What kind of life awaits thee?
A life of rumble and hurricanes; surpassing the humble spirit of sleep
A life that beseech the passage of horrid times
A fountain life of crisis in melodies
A life that grips fear as the solitary courage for survival
A life that expects a bullet in every sunrise
A life of dismay and objection
Hold back thy tears from its drip
Human history surely needs to change its course
In-plant within thee the spirit of believe
Hope lies beyond the valleys
Sing songs of triumphant victories
Because thy blood will surely be thy peaceful covenant
even in the Middle East, beauty
is.
war and passion and sacrifices of life and love and passion and war.
dear reader, read this phrase twice and twice more
and I pray that rain never feels quite the same again.
feel this beautiful change, as the sun peaks over the horizon.