Best Mina Poems
This poem was inspired by Dr. Mehta's poem on Childhood Obesity.
Our Mom made us sit and sit
Until we’d eaten every bit
She said “there’s starving kids in China
Africa and Asia Mina”
We kids said then send it to ‘em
Broccoli, spinach – we don’t do ‘em
But Mom, she would have none of that
So all us kids just sat and sat
Until our Mom just shook her head
Said “you’re finished – go to bed”
Then we all stood up one by one
Thinking all that we had won
But truth be told, we didn’t beat her
No we all are picky eaters
So many things we just won’t taste
Picky eaters – such a waist
Mdailey 5/25/11
And before you draw my attention to the spelling of waist – it was intended as most
of us picky eaters tend to go for meat and potatoes that go right to our waist. But I
guess could have used waste as well in that last line.
“TALENTS," WORK FOR THE
MASTERS INTEREST
Working against master’s interest
wise slave not want to do.
Nor should any Christian today
Including me… and you.
Imagine, one talent’s value
way back in Bible days.
Laboring man earn in fourteen years
what silver talent... pays.
Talents were given to each slave
according to ability.
Not like, one mina for each slave.
this time talents …did see.
First slave given five, second, two
to another, just one.
Illustration, shows the privilege,
increase followers…each one.
According to ability
Masters goods, in slaves care.
Should show interest in his estate
build up their…Master’s share.
Even if didn’t want to invest
or diligently trade.
Deposit in the bank so sure,
some interest would be made.
Wicked slave, one who did nothing
with silver that he had.
Buried and hidden, laid idle
didn’t make Master…glad.
Working against Master’s interest
In effect what he did.
Are we in some way doing same
Pray not…heaven forbid!
Working for our Master’s interest
what everyone should do.
Are you out making disciples?
If Christ did…we should too!
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September 21, 2018 copyright
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SICIMILE ISIBANI SAMI
Ibhalwe ngu :N.W. Mchunu
Sicimile isibani sami
Sicimile isibani sempilo yami
Sicimile ngasala ebumyameni
Sicimile ngasala osizini
Ubuyisibani sokuphila kwami
Sona ebesikhanyisa kimi
Bengingesabi lutho
Ngoba wena ubukhona
kufikile isiphepho somoya
Sacima isibani sempilo yami
Kube sengathi liyaduma izulu
Kube nomoya onezintuli empilweni yami
Izivunguvungu zivunguzile kimi
Kwaphela konke ngami
Kwashabalala wonke amathemba
Lathi uma lifika igama elithi
Umphefumulo wakhe usuhlukene nenyama
Ngazizwa ngithuthumela ngashaywa uvalo
Zaphophoza izinyembezi. Kwaxega amadolo
Umvelinqangi ukuthathile sacima isibani kimi
Sicimile isibani empilweni yami
Ungishiyile ngincela isithupha
Ngigqemeke engeqiwantwala
Ungishiyile ngingenamuntu engizotho mama kuye
Ungishiye ngezwa kunomzwangedwa empilweni yami
Ushiye usizi kimi
Ngithi noma ngibuka izwe ngizwe ikhanda lizula
Kube sengathi ngisele ngedwa emhlabeni
Intandane enhle ngumakhothwa unina
Lo mina engingasenaye
Kazi ngizothi mama kubani
Kazi ubani ozongikhombisa indlela
uma sengiya kwa-mama ongemama
Iziyalo zona ngizozithola kubani
Ungishiyile ebumnyameni
Sacimile isibani sempilo yami
Hamba kahle mama wami
Ngiyohlala ngikukhumbula
Lala ngoxolo
Eid ul Azha
Eid ul Azha takes place on the 10th of Zil Hajj.
Eid-ul-Adha marks the end of Hajj, the sacred pilgrimage to the Holy city of Mecca.
The Hajj to Mecca is a once-in-a-lifetime obligation upon male and female adults whose health and means permit it.
Abraham was instructed by Allah, in a dream, to raise the foundations of Holy Kaaba,the most sacred shrine in Mecca.
God revealed in a dream to Abraham to sacrifice his son Isma’il.
Abrahim and Isma’il set off to Mina for the sacrifice.
As they went, the devil attempted to lead Abraham astray by disobeying God and not to sacrifice his beloved son.
But Abraham remained unfaltered in his decision and true to God, and drove the devil away.
As Abraham prepared to kill his son, God stopped him and gave him a sheep to sacrifice instead.
So it is Popularly known as the Festival of Sacrifice
This Muslim holiday Eid-ul-Azha commemorates Prophet Abraham’s unselfish act of sacrificing(Qurbani) his own son to the One God, Allah.
The festival reminds everyone of the mercy and benefits bestowed upon mankind by Allah.
On Eid ul Azha many muslims come together with love and without a grudge.
Families sacrifice an animal and feed the poor and needy people .
And exchange greetings with the neighbours next door,family and friends also.
People who are away from the Holy pilgrimage, Hajj, also carry out this traditional sacrifice.
We go to the Mosques in our best clothes.
But first we sure we are clean from our head to our toes.
On People visit each other's homes and partake in festive meals with special dishes, beverages, and desserts.
Children receive gifts and sweets on this happy occasion.
This day I am ever so grateful being blessed Creature of God Almighty.
So we can truly conclude
Eid is always a blessed day
Filled with joy and blessing I must say.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
I puffed and panted up the steps (and thought
about the novel Dracula, in which
the character called Mina ran up there)
and gasping, wheezing crawled towards the top
to look out over Whitby from the cliff.
The view was simply beautiful, I found -
enough to take one's breath away (but I
was breathless as it was, and so I tried
to catch my breath!) I didn't want to think
about the trek that faced me as I left
to walk back down those steps...
Remembering a visit to Whitby & climbing the famous 199 steps
written 6th January for Constance's B 'Breathless' blank verse contest
Mi: Does God eat his boogers?
Eu: No of course God doesn't eat his boogers.
Mi: But I thought God could do anything.
Eu: Well he could eat his boogers but he just wouldn't.
Mi: So he does have boogers.
Eu: I don't know, I don't think God has boogers.
Mi: God can have anything he wants.
Eu: I don't think he wants boogers.
Mi: I don't think we can understand the mind of God.
Eu: We can't.
Mi: Maybe god is a booger.
Eu: God's not a booger.
Mi: But if God is all things, he's an all-knowing booger.
Eu: Stop it.
Mi: He's a wrathful all-knowing booger.
Eu: I'm not talking to you anymore.
Twirling around and around in the Night Sphere
Creepy eyes that scream out for a Partner in Loungerie
Two
plus 2
6 and then Twenty
The Boogeymen of the night
Catching the souls of the departed in flight
Sending them to the loneliest corner of Hell
With a Dunce Cap on every head that read:
HERE YOU ARE STUPID..AMONG THE ZOMBIES AND THEIR DEAD
A quiet empty trio of fools who did not play it cool while they were alive
Who refused to submit to the booze,the Pot,and all that Open Up Jive
Sweethearts on the dance floor where the Dead party all without a smile
Takes us back to that Halloween Trick or Treat town,at least for a little while
Mothers swing their Fathers
The Grim Reapers do their do-si-do
Harper Valley 1-800-NEXT-OF-KIN
Biting Teeth on a Harker Jonathan
Sipping blood with a grinning Mina
She is lovely in that shade of dead
Vein vessel blood all around her neckTAR and thy Head
Here in the ram shackled Studio 50 for DEAD
Dancers are the Boogeyshoes
With one eye alive and the other socket popped out
Sleep Deadly tonight Beneath the full moon and the Tango of cold Harvest Fright
Acid reflux ~ 7:00 post meridiem September 24th, 2019
Ah... nothing more enjoyable than acidic gastric fluid flowing backward into esophagus, resulting in heartburn, disrupting pleasant dreams, nor unsure how successful literary endeavor crafting poem regarding aforementioned will yield.
While deeply asleep
during late afternoon siesta
above name named date/time,
yours truly immediately awoke
with a start, at strong violent
urge to upheap
I made little or no bowed peep,
but sat bolt upright stock still
tear ducts activated eyes
as if ready to weep.
Sadness less pervasive than fright
since reverse peristalsis uncommon
within body electric regarding plight,
which analogous volcanic eruption
albeit bubbling magmatic flow slight
reverse peristalsis found yours truly
on par with fire breathing dragon ar
goo ably momentarily nonplussed -
while dry cough minus gushing lava
gratefully only smoldered before sim
ring upper gastrointestinal tract did
allow, enable, and provide mouths
full of distilled water quench sudden
unquenchable thirst relieved result
ant unpleasant aftertaste (no pun
intended), yet distilling humor helps
me weather, manage, cope... with
unexpected physiological fee nom
mina - shot straight up within digest
heave tract, and did lament this rick
hitty packet of muscle and bone aft
times susceptible to disheartening
woebegone news afflicting this non
Norwegian bachelor farmer, whom
if the missus cooking triggered bout
unleashing bit torrent of unsavory
plate tectonics, perhaps indicative
of continental drift shrunk down to
miniature, where fault in thee stars
must be held in contempt of court
if for no other reason, I just wanted
to incorporate said phrase, tip here
me got some legal lear'n, when truth
Philly admits he seems to know less,
the he learns, which prompts me to
posit emphatically that ignorance iz
equivalent to bliss, thus presenting
quandary how kin this pronouncedly
reasonably intelligent garden variety
*****sapiens unfetter himself with
cumulative knowledge without reek
horse to invasive surgery such as...
prefrontal lobotomy, or te deum down
smarts some unknown cyber surfer(s)
could easily misconstrue as vainness,
smugness, quintessential pomposity?
Radiant crystals illuminate thee, nocturnal mistress
in the wan dawn light where darkness drapes skies
Requiem aeternam bright halo, lies heaven’s portal
Winters wispy cirrus refracting ring circling
Mohawkin bespeaks of a Christmas cold moon
…December’s icy grip
Riffling ebb and tide, spawner of loon
Let rage and ruin Not be the end of me
Rubaiyat’s rhyme in thy honor
Let the waters settle, quotes of Rumi
Mercurial doomsday ruminates Mina Loy
Reigning ascendant masking impressions
Clouds envelop, shadow’s born shorn
Ravishing stillness, stormy tasks pending…
bright white ring of light
rage and ruin’s calmly still ~
not the end of me
Glory be to God for dappled things!
Look, Mina, where the wanton wind
is chasing the cloud shadows
across the dale! They skip like hares!
Throw open both doors, front and back -
abandon care!
Let that breeze, with scent of thyme
on its breath, scour out
the must and dust of cramped,
crabby, clammed-up winter.
The spawn is on the glassy pond,
swifts are fizzing round San Giorgio's steeple,
and all the earth is on the move.
I love the music of the rivulet,
tinkling an aria as it prances down the vale,
scurrying from snow to wheat.
We'll scrub the floor
with clean stream-water,
paint the walls with nostril-stinging lime!
Bells are clanging in Arezzo far below,
strangers are smiling, waving
as they pass. The very dogs are laughing.
That storm, yonder? It's over Trasimeno,
sending its brass and double-basses
booming through the valley floor.
Don't fret, Mina! It's God's trumpet,
telling us to dance again,
to dress the vines!
Pull down the fat old cheese.
No matter - I feel reckless!
This morning, as I picked your violets
near Cennino, in the poplar copse,
I found these truffles. Smell!
Some cheese, a cup of wine -
the blood of other summers.
We'll go to Camposanto later.
The path will shine white in the fresh sun,
And we'll hold hands.
Even that gnarled old hawthorn
is in bud. Life, Mina, life itself -
don't you feel it, girl?
Torah: Black Fire on White Fire, A Nafka Mina
Every Place, every Space,
In ink, 'tween signs, ‘tween lines,
Everywhere He, Where are we?
Ask, "Mi Hashem Aylai?"
Not, "What's in for me?"
Descent from Kedushah is "I"
Ego, Ugly Mess, Rears our Smallness,
Whether in "I" or Mired in Man,
My Hand, My team, vs. Oneness
We can live to please "I",
Or Harvard or other Men,
What's the difference? Our Eye's Sty!
To live His Torah, Nullifies Me
We Need to Be, Alive ‘n Doin’,
Here, Now! We Want to Be.
He gave us myriad Mitzvot,
To glimpse Him, to Breathe ‘n Do,
To be in His Company.
Life's not just other Men,
Them With to Hang Out, Them to Please,
He Knows our Dodge Cop Out.
Men are Seen, He’s Hidden.
Pleasin’ Men is counter Our Goal,
He smiles, if We’re Herein.
As He is Here, We Be in our All.
Men make Noise, when Losin’ Stature,
Men are in Places, not in 'tween Spaces.
Be as the One, Sip His Strength, in Being Alone,
Be a Rolling Stone, Not just a Clone,
He’s Here, We likewise ignore Noise.
It takes max strength Chutzpah,
Swim Agin' the Torrent, Be Current,
Carpe Diem, Not be a Puppet of Them.
The Gematria of Aish equals Kara,
Or Fire in Hearing 'Sounds of Silence': A Calling,
Horton Hears a Who, Choosing is Less than to Be Chosen.
Be Strong; You're Created to Be a Man,
Hashem's Eved, In touch with Your Maker,
Answer to Him, not some Faker.
© Chaim Ben Moshe 2018
Kukhala uthekwane kufakaze ingududu
Izwe selaphathwa ngabanye ngiqinisile
Ungadideki ngithunyiwe isithunyiwe isithunywa asoni njengomoni
Kuntwela enzansi ukusa kwaziwa
Ungafunga ukuthi ngiyobqnga emfuleni kanti phinde akunjalo
Ngithunywe umneumnewethu kuleya nkosazane emhlophe okwezihlabathi zolwandle
Esho ngamehlo asankomo yona engafifiyeli
Ingichaza mayilususa ilubeka unyawo
Ikhetha amabala njengongacathulele
Ungadideki angazi anginalwazi ngiyisithunywa
Ngiyinhloli bengincoma nkosazane
Incwadi le engiyiphethe angisazi ibhalwe ukuthini
Kepha oyibhalile ngiyamazi
Mina ngiyiposi ngibuke ngiwumkhonzo
Engifisa ukukwazi ukuthi umbhali walencwadi uyamthanda yini?
Darkish blue, purples and reds,
Strokes of paint dance inside my head,
Evening lights, brushed just right,
I can taste this special night,
Moon far off, fading through this black frame,
Focus geared towards the star lit name,
Mina Mills, written in cursive swirls,
Each letter has a twist and twirl,
Extended road, destination straight,
Longing to know what awaits,
Autumn trees, almost bare,
Colors drip, as I stare,
Below, in the corner, hidden but alive,
a place that exists, though it's been Deprived,
A little shack leaning against a tree trunk,
Broken windows with a roof that has sunk,
Vacant and cold,
Abandoned, and old
Some what misplaced,
In such a beautiful place,
Leaves me questioning the artist intentions,
What was her reason for this subtle mention.
Contest: the picture frame
Mina Verbena is selling her herbs
in a cart that she sets in the road by the curb.
If you’ve got some spare change, then she’s got some thyme,
or a nice bit of parsley, for only a dime.
Mina Verbena grew up in the ‘burbs,
a seasoned young seller with plenty of verve.
Her herbs are enticing, with spice and panache;
to sample her flavors, she favors hard cash.
Maranao Poem & Poetry
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~ Minandanga o odang ~
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Igira so min andang
na dimamin a minandang
na aw minandang ako andang
na aw mina andango akodang ...
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Na Kagiya si minandang
na apayo minandangan
na diyanga i manadang
a danga danga a adang ...
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Na dango a minandangan
na kagiya dangag andang
a antangagan ta andang
ko andang andang a dangag ...
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Na minandangako o adang
a odang odanga gangkong
na ogagangkabo odang
na gagangka gangko gangkong ...
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~ ditadawayen / Khadaffy D. Mangondato