Best Mohamed Poems
Poetry Soup Hero's
Poets with golden ink and pens
You make us move forward with your inspiration
With kind an honest, encouragement and compliments
Small act of caring all which has the potential to turn a life around
Peter Duggan
Vera Duggan
Michael Tor
Demetrios Trifiatis
Broken Wings
Andrea Dietrich
Carrie Richards
nette onclaud
JAN ALLISON
boddie, eric
John Wulf
Sandra Haight
Casarah Nance
Emile Pinet
John lawless
Abdul Malik
Julia Ward
Kim Patrice Nunez
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
hunjeri, njeri
Anne Lise Andresen
Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Ian Guyler
Mystic Rose
Tim Ryerson
arthur vaso
Paul Callus
Frederic Parker
Keith Trestrail
Richard Lamoureux
SEREN ROBERTS
Joseph May
Robert Stoner Jr
Silent One
Laura Leiser
Faye Gibson
Viv Wigley
Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Lycia Harding
Bev Smith
Tim Smith
Poet Destroyer A
Janice Canerdy
Robert L. Hinshaw
Teddy Kimathi
Kim Merryman
Thabang Ngoma
Connie Marcum Wong
FJ Thomas
Judy Konos
Sneha RV The literature lover
James Inman
Sara Kendrick
Eileen Manassian
Adam Hunter
Bill Lindsay
george seal
Barbara Campbell
Kelly Deschler
Robert Lindley
Carol Eastman
David Fisher
Barbara Gorelick
The Grahamburglar
Shadow Hamilton
david mohn
Pandita Sanchez
Isaiah Zerbst
Balveen Cheema
peter holmes
SKAT A
len carber
Warner Baxter
Darlene Gifford
CayCay Jennings
Deb Wilson
Alexis Y.
Jerry T Curtis
Aiyah de Torres
James Fraser
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Debbie Guzzi
craig cornish
harry horsman
Ruben O.
Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Mohamed Adel
Lee Carter
Dan Cwiak
Leonora Galinta
olusegun Arowolo
Edwin Hofert
Roy Jerden
Diane M Quinlan
john beharry
Carolyn Devonshire
Mark J. Halliday
Joyce Johnson
Hannington Mumo
Anulaxmi Nayak
Mary Oliver Rotman
Lei Strauss
michael tor
Mark Trichet
Mark Woods
Ronald Zammit
Laura Breidenthal
Andrew Crisci
Raha, Miraj
Phool, Maharani
Johnson, Megan
Graves, Allan
Ngo, Meline
Ramos, Tiffany
Rosenthal, Allie
Borghei, Niki
Tripp, Criss
Reyes, Thomas
Rajaratnam, Gunadevi
Braxton, Shanda
Barry, Stephen
Prophet, James
Titus, Luwi
Leach, Michele
LeBlanc, Michelle
maximax, nicole
Kwinana, Ndikho
Turse, Patricia
Dazh, Ezell
Luke, Neena
Brown, Verna
Catie Lindsey
Bongani Zungu
Eve T.M.M.
Lin Lane
And so many more!
Team Poetry Soup :)
Not For Contest
Battle Rap
...poet in da house...
Now have a listen, for I’ll be a kissing…I’m on a mission
And you’ll be a pissing your hemolysin…a smelly emission
My words glisten worth the admission…full of ammunition
You’re under submission a life in prison…meet the mortician
Like a magician I’ll take over your vision…call your optician
You’ll be wishing you had a cosmetician…here’s my aesthetician
~~~
Like Mohamed Ali sting you like a bee…crush you like a flea
You’ll sing like a banshee on a screaming spree…cause I’m beastly
Like Mike Tyson run you like a bison…your blood I’ll syphon
Can’t handle my slicing with every word I ripen…I’m the word titan
Like Frank Sinatra and his mafia from Italia…will give you insomnia
In my euphoria and with your apaxia…you’ll be living with anoxia
~~~
You’re an agitator I’m a decorator…a word builder an innovator
I’m a verse creator a rebuilder renovator…a word generator
I have ambition you need a beautician…an ugly position
In my coalition you need permission…luck with the audition
I’m not a hater just much greater…a smooth operator
Like a Terminator I’ll see you later…your exterminator
~~~
I’LL BE BACH!!!
I'm not really a rapper...just having fun lol
May.16.2018
8 Mile Style Poetry
Sponsored by: Nick Trim
So arid this desert....
where the tumbleweeds blow,
and the snake makes his nest;
not a dry deed could wet the lips of desire,
and raise from dead things ---- life
with war and antiquity ----
The mummy cannot speak....
but mumbles evil ----
'Gold! Gold!'
....'til it runs out.....
The 'long' arms of the law
haven't even banged upon the devil's front gate;
the 'laissez-faire' ----
Though the bombs drop like tear(drops)
in the darkest corners of the world,
to picnic on the first day of war,
and gorge upon peace.....
Little Illuminati generals.....
pawns for the great hog upon his throne;
who has waged death upon the whole world,
.....shadows deep (with sable scale)
black dragon keeps his poised tail
to crush the school of man;
To reverse the footprints of Christ,
and the wisdom of Buddha,
and the glorious faith of Mohamed ----
The churches are failing fast for the 'written' word,
and not the fire in the heart;
where God forged wisdom to all men,
And not the scroll which does not breathe,
cannot see,
cannot stop the bombs from dropping.....
For how can all the world preach peace ----
with a pistol 'neath its thickest pillow?
Love has no cause to be afraid,
to mistrust like a nervous wind,
and blow accusations where it may.....
What cannot be harmed has no need to attack,
but sits upon the lap of faith,
assured in its security ----
To build evolution on the lips of children,
for their minds see wonder in God's creations
and hope in the growing,
with little flowers in their soft thoughts.....
and new whims in innocent joy;
We have learned to love what we once could not,
' White Swan Black Swan, ' clemency ----
Equality.... but a nudge she claims the throne,
a Queen most fair to sting the dark dragon eyes,
Where eternity shall not echo his name
nor (all) the children tend his darkling tomb,
for he peered too long into the eyes of the abyss,
with one eye open.....
Sleep dragon! Sleep!
death is upon thee like the night in thy armor!
slip into the caverns of the deep,
and be no more.....
Amadioha the great god of Thunder and Justice
We have gathered at the shrine of Alusi’gwe
To pour libations to you
Even as I do my folk song
Bring me the ogene, to awaken the spirit of my
Forbearers to witness the doomsday they foretold
Give me the udu, to sound out a warning to the futureman
Give me the oja, the special voice of oganigwe the dreaded masquerade
Give the shekere, so that the women of owu can shake their enchanted waist
In love and tranquillity we lived with our neighbours, doing our folk song
Buddha called out to Lord Brahman
Set aside a room for me in the inner chamber
Decorated with beautiful ornaments, to depict love and care
Flanked with candles and incense burner and the beautiful statue of the wise man
To help me escape from the corruption of this world
As I attempt to wake from hatred of neighbours
Focusing on love and purity of heart
Allow me do my folk song living in tranquillity with nature and neighbours
Christed you said you are, servant of the son of God sent from above
Your brother claimed that you are a messenger from Allah
What is this confusion I see, contradicting even your folk song
You came with a sweet tongue of love, yet all I see is terrorism and
A holy war fought by crusaders crushing the bones of the unbelievers
Those who worship idols yet lived a life akin to nature – a life of love
You have created a polarised world of Christed men with less shame for evil
Of religious women without morals
Of Ulamas who feed on the sweat of Almagiris
Oh Christ! is this the gospel you preached on the street of Nazareth?
O! Mohamed is this the Rasuul you preached in Mecca
O! God what we do in your Name, we should be afraid of doing even in the dark
Allow me to return home
To my folk song
In African theism, to the shrines of Alusi’gwe,
To do my folk song with Oganigwe the beautiful masquerade
To solicit corn and groundnuts from old women with sagging breasts
Chasing the kids with a whip in my hand as I wear the mask of the spirit
A spirit of sportsmanship, of equity and love, of fair play and brotherhood.
Allow me do my folk song
The 44th President “one who is blessed” in Swahili,
Happens to love his wife’s Shrimp Linguini.
His desk, in the senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy!
Renegade Tried to make it in to an all black male calendar,
But was rejected by an all female committee.
He wares $1500 Hart Schaffer suits,
With one of his identical pair of size 11 shoes.
When the president stands up you never hear any boo’s.
A few good luck charms he has with him,
A Madonna and child frozen for eternity,
And a bracelet of the arm of a man fighting in Iraq.
Bar can lift an impressive 200 pounds wile lying on his back.
His favorite delight to drink is Black forest iced tea,
Wile looking at his red boxing gloves signed by Mohamed Ali.
But never ask him out to Baskin Robbins, he don’t like ice cream.
But if you gave him a chocolate protein bar his dream.
Hide any dog meat snake meat or roasted grasshoppers up high,
For all these things he has tried.
All wile keeping his dignified pride.
He gets a snip and a trim once a week cost him $21 dollars,
That’s real cheap thanks to Zariff.
In whom the Obomber confides in to talk about the week.
He mite have been the one who convinced the malotoe,
To trade his Chrysler 300 in for the hybrid.
His memoirs, Dreams from My Father won a Grammy in 2006.
He was o past war president that was left handed the 6th.
He left a stag party which had a stripper in 1996.
As a teenager he tried marijuana and cocaine,
And Berry collects comic books like spider-man and Conan the Barbarian.
His specialty as cook is chili,
His favorite TV shows are Mash and The Wire.
He has four places in a Chicago home to build a fire.
He uses an apple Mac laptop to look at Pablo Picasso art.
He has read every Harry Potter book,
I wonder if he spoke Spanish to his pet ape back in Indonesia.
One man, one bomb, packed with rusty nuts and bolts
He bides his time, picks his spot and halts
Then detonates a foyer, full of mums and dads and kids
Who are blown apart, blown asunder, blown to little bits
Manchester, England, 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Two men, two knifes, a soldier walking home attacked
Beheaded on the street and with machete’s hacked
Calmly, two men wait and joke with stunned passers by
Behind them, on the floor a headless man did die
London, England, 2013, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Three men, a car, with pockets full of knives
Stabbing indiscriminately, eight people lost their lives
The police were quickly on the scene, the men shot dead, where they stood
Another brutal terror attack and the streets were stained with blood
London, England, 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Three examples, horrible but are all Muslims full of badness
The answer simply No, they shared the grief and sadness
For those that lost their lives from the few with bombs and knifes
Now Hammed and his children are scared to walk the street
With abuse and scorn hurled at them, from everyone they meet
Mohamed took no part in this, he is sickened just like we
But a few have hardened life for the Muslim community
England 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Leave the people alone, let the people be
They believe in their god, just like you and me
Mohamed Bouazizi,
a poor man
who sold produce from a cart,
in a country bleeding from the open wound of corruption,
got up that morning
expecting to do nothing more
than support his family with the sales he could make
selling his fruits and vegetables.
He played the game like any Wall Street banker.
Buy low and sell high.
Unlike Wall Street he faced heavy regulation.
Unlike Wall Street he was physically
slapped
in the face.
Unlike Wall Street... Mohamed Buoazizi had no power.
He tried.
He tried to find some power.
He ran to the governor's office in an attempt to get his electronic scales back.
The doors were closed.
No one would listen.
"If you don't see me, I'll burn myself."
Mohamed cried.
This... was his only power.
He walked down the street.
He bought a can of gasoline.
He walked back to the governor's office
and stood in the middle of the street.
He screamed,
"How do you expect me to make a living?"
And then he set himself on fire.
Mohamed Bouazizi's last breath
was the birth
of Tunisian Winds.
Mohamed Bouazizi
was not one of life's winners.
He was only trying to support his family,
And live a decent life,
Like so many others.
But listen!
Because of Mohamed Bouazizi
something's growing.
Tunisian winds!
There's more to life
than being a winner
and so often the winners
they forget
that their world is built
on a multitude of shoulders,
a sea of blood,
an ocean of human sweat...
the shoulders, the blood, the sweat
of men and women
like Mohamed Bouazizi.
Tunisian Winds blew along the shores of the Mediterranean.
Tunisian Winds blew through Egypt and Libya, through Oman and Yemen.
Tunisian Winds blew through Morocco and Lebanon.
Tunisian Winds are blowing.
Tunisian Winds shook the banners in Zucotti Park.
Tunisian Winds are blowing.
Sometimes they seem to go still. But they are still blowing.
They just keep blowing.
Tunisian Winds
Tunisian Winds
Tunisian Winds
Mohamed and Khaled
The best butcher shop in town
In the deception of silence
they butcher those with sound
Voices against their Kingdom
they fear and do not like
Raping their women with modern views
while butchering a protesting man
Both Prince, King and pork herder
Vehement denials throughout the land
Yes the color of red, proof of blood in their sand
In the shoes of Aysha, these cowards cant even stand
Intoxicated Salman, butchered an innocent man
as Trump applauds, the free press in a grave
situation... Tyrants kissing and holding hands
A thousand lashes, to the butchers of Riyadh
Prince Mohamed be damned
Farewell to Mustafa Bad reddine
We salute you
Murderer of humanity
You have received your just rewards
Zulfiqar has sliced you to pieces
Mohamed spits on your body parts
On examination they saw
The sum of the parts has no heart
You tried to fell the great trees
The cedars of Lebanon
You failed
Rafik Hariri now has you on a leash
You thought you were Daesh
Your army of hatred
Gives you Hitler salutes
While intellectuals feed you pork grinds
You are now buried
In hells fires with your fellow pigs
In morning headlines of the news today
We Celebrate
At the breakfast table
With bacon an eggs and coffee so sweet
Your death, truly was a treat
This man killed 1000’s in cold blood, Americans, Israeli’s, Jews, Christians and Muslims, for him blood was simply blood. That 1000’s attend his funeral shows you how we have yet to learn about humanity.
Rafik Hariri was the Lebanese Prime Minster killed in a car bombing in old Beirut, organized by Syria and Bashar al Assad and carried out by Hezbollah and Mustafa Bad reddine.
Zulfiqar = great sword
They sent Jamal to detention
for saying "********"
yet he saw a billboard of the "KKK
with the president"
Maria cried when Emily told her
"If you say "f*** again, we won’t be friends"
but Maria heard that "they’re building a wall on CNN"
When Mohamed told Jenny, you have a "big a**"
She practiced her jujitsu and punched him in the face
While eating halal meat for dinner he heard,
"We’re banning people of the Muslim faith"
Danielle sat on the sidelines during the soccer finals
She was red-carded for saying "you’re sh**" to their rivals
but in Time Magazine she read,
"In Mississippi they’re refusing service to homosexuals"
Ahusaka was in his room today
tweeting to his followers about the super bowl
He didn’t go snowboarding
He called John a "mofo"
Ding, a notification on Ahusaka’s phone
from the Chicago Tribune
"The new administration is pushing through,
the pipeline under Standing Rock Sioux"
Jamal, Maria, Mohamed, Danielle and Ahusaka
paid their dues
but who's held accountable for "the silen* cur** wor** of the mighty few"
Silk Road
S Syncretic in nature Mohamed ties silken faith
I Into punk rock's impetus and shouts from the mountain
L Leaves opulence behind and returns to the basics
K Kaleidoscope in hand he rejects the mockery of un-reflected belief
R Razor blades adorn his face from ear to listening ear
O Overcome the chasm of splits and dogmatic restraint
A Allude and exult in cleansing incision
D Doomed no more by vicarious mainstream he sounds out the road
03rd September 2018
You think you’ve got rhyme but you’re blind
I’d go up against you any time
These here rhymes are so smooth
people think I’m a mime
Vanilla cool collected
I’m the definition of “sublime”
My words are complicated simple
yet they easily intertwine
Try looking at the sun
to escape my super shine
I burn metal to dust
with each and every line
You want a part of this?
Step up so you can see
what it means to be fine!
You think with me
these are blows we’re trading
I’m worried less I confess
as I watch you fading
Forget your pontificating
feel my words erasing
Verbs nouns making sounds
adjectives educating
The logic of me
goes beyond debating
Drink me down like vermouth
my words are satiating.
Things I’ve seen are mean
but still I keep my words clean
I’m not interested in creating a scene
Yet not one to bow down
to any King or Queen
Stronger than the tower of Pisa
see how far I can lean
Breaking the silence barrier
and everything in between
Watch how our worthy words careen
I’m old fast n furious but no has-been
Inside my mind I feel like a teen
Rhyme once or twice
or four times three
Whatever you’ve got
it’s no worry to me
You’re swinging on a rope of hope
tied to the wrong tree
If that’s all you’ve got
you might as well let it be
Even though you’re next to me
Who do you think they’ll see?
You think you sting like a Bee
But I pack a punch like Mohamed Ali
If you step back in the ring
we can make History
I couldn’t resist, I wrote this piece after reading Nick Trim’s “Hyper Active Rhymes II”. No disrespect intended, this is all in good fun.
SUPER HEROES
I SPEAK of Micheal Jackson King of Pop
I SPEAK of INDIDANE King of Maskandi
I SPEAK of MOHAMED ALI KING OF THE RING
I SPEAK of Barrack Obama the US President
I SPEAK of Nelson Mandela South Africa's former President
You are the SUPER HEROES
You fight for our Happiness
You fight for our right
You were Role models amongst us
Unity, trust, Humanity
These are the subject you gave to us
You were born to lead us
You were born to suffer for us
Rest in Peace Micheal Jackson
Rest in peace Nelson Mandela
Rest in peace Ndidane
Rest in Peace MOHAMED ALI
Long Live Barrack Obama
God bless you our fallen heroes
Long live the spirit of our SUPER HEROES
We will always Love you
You will always live in our hearts
There is no better way to show our love
It hard to accept that you are gone
It was like a dream
It was like someone will say it a jock
Micheal Jackson who will Rock our world?
Mohamed Ali who will be the father of the Boxer?
Nelson Mandela Who will be the father of the Nation and peace?
Ndidane who will be the father of traditional music?
You Must read part 7,6,5 before you read this.
Attention
One of our sisters drawn our attention that we considered the cosmic day: 24 hours and every hour is 3600 second, on what bases was that consideration? The answer is that is a human diligence and our objective is to understand the koranic signal about the speed of light , and the cosmic day may be not like that and also there maybe many signs in that Aya about another high cosmic speeds.
As our God be He blessed told us about the speed of the divine order and He be blessed associated it with the eye twinkling, God says: (And Our Commandment is n but one as the twinkling of an eye.)(Sûrat Al-Qamar – Aya 50). In another Aya which talks about the coming of the day of resurrection as that day will come so quickly, God says :( And to Allah belongs the Unseen of the heavens and the earth. And the matter of the Hour is not but as a twinkling of the eye, or even nearer. Truly! Allah is Able to do all things.)(Sûrat An-Nahl- Aya 77)
Also God says: (He manages and regulates (every) affair from the heavens to the earth; then it (affair) will go up to Him, in one Day, the space whereof is a thousand years of your reckoning (i.e. reckoning of our present world’s time))( Sûrat As-Sajdah- Aya5) and says in another Aya: (The angels and the Rûh [Jibrîl (Gabriel)] ascend to Him in a Day the measure whereof is fifty thousand years.)(Sûrat Al-Ma‘ârij-Aya 4)
References:
The first one who demonstrated this idea is DR/ Mohamed Dodah in a published research in the website of "Commission on Scientific Signs of Qur'an & Sunnah"
The precise speed of light is : 299792.458 meter per second but we used the speed as: 299792 to facilitate calculations , with taking into consideration that usually the full speed of the light is in the empty space but the speed became much slower when penetrating liquids or glasses .
Moon Motion, http://www.aerospaceweb.org/
Speed of Light ,Wikipedia.
ON THE CONSTANCY OF THE SPEED OF LIGHT, www.ldolphin.org
Today we are calling all Angels,
All beings of light from all across the universe,
Knights of Camelot and Queens of Avalon,
White Wizards, Light Warriors, Lau Tzu,
Jesus, Mohamed, Krishna, Buddha,
Rama, Abraham, The Great Spirit,
All the loving spirits unnamed
Over time who have uplifted
Us before written words
As we huddled around fires
And especially all you who are living
Amongst us now hiding
Behind your fears and egos.
Release yourselves
And fly across space and time.
We need you in our hearts
And at our sides as we begin
This journey to release the genius
Within ourselves and weave
It with the “Flow of Heaven.”
Come to us now to help
Us create a New World of light.
Guide our words and deeds
So we can extend our universe
With beauty and wonder
And create living beings
Who extend beyond biology.
Fill our souls with love,
Our hearts with courage
And our eyes with visions
That will truly manifest
The loving spirit of God
Here on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Paul Walker
February 4, 2006