Best Moslem Poems
Blissfully ignorant and supine,
Lost in the economy line,
voters don’t have a clue
that liberty is through.
Apathy dictates all else is fine.
People keep telling me how foolish I am,
but frankly I don’t give a dam.
I’m going to tell you what I see.
You don’t have to agree with me.
In hatred’s name Moslems prayed at the mosque,
boarded planes and three thousand we lost,
Soon we elected a Moslem president,
his books words and actions self evident.
To prove he was islam’s extremist hero,
He allowed a triumphant mosque at ground zero,
Freedom of religion is what they subtly called it,
by a government that continues to overhaul it.
The American people look on as if still numb,
singing his praises as if deaf and dumb,
while a pseudo democratic uncle Sam,
in a forced health care plan,
continues to turn out liberty’s lights
by destroying other religion’s rights.
Thus the American people’s democracy,
is morphed into a dictatorial hypocrisy.
While blindsided by a frantic economy,
we apathetically lose our autonomy.
Allowed by deaf and blind voters in a loud voice,
Fooled by not freedom but license they call choice,
sly appointment of people who fulfill the plan,
A long range one by the “new” Uncle Sam.
a champion of abortion, killing future contenders
him and Herod; another of the great pretenders.
“Enlightened Americans have one point two children per family,
because of abortion, birth control and contraception
Moslems have seven; which is the anomaly?
We Americans treat babies as an infection.
Laugh if you wish; I’m just exposing the path,
You “enlightened” Americans: you do the math.
In Syria we fought the French in 1941...
Foreign Legion and the Vichy French an 8 week war was won...
After battle with the slaughter, many bodies where they lay...
Don checked them as he oughta , found a gauntlet golden hey...
Oh it glistened with its set stones of red and shiny blue...
And Don's mates began to wonder could they get it off him too...
A frog sniper from a tower was a shooting us today ...
So we killed him with a Bren gun to his girlfriend's dismay..
Don went and checked the tower dragged down a Moslem priest...
Caught him by his whiskers now, just a holy man at least ...
The girl was still a wailing and cursing at Dons feet...
as she kissed and held her lover, Don came down the street...
Don then the pin released...
So the gauntlet dropped beside her ...
He couldn't help her with her grief...
The gauntlet wanted neither...
Safer with her was the gauntlet gold...
She snavelled it so quick... (grabbed)
On the priest still the whisker hold....
His blood she still did lick?....
Don got this souviner on the battlefield amongst the dead, some might have killed him to
get it...
Aussies including Don Johnson 2/25th Btn. (As he told me) .Fought the French Foreign ,
Vichy French and Syrian Arab people for 8 weeks in 1941. People from the Indian Army and
the Poms were there too at the finish......Don Johnson .....At this place Don and George
Gibson saw where a young woman and child had been killed by the same bayonet stroke .
George pointed to the cross around her neck and said to Don the little ju ju didn't save her?
Don said the Arabs were selling fresh meat in the street covered with flies to other Arabs
and the flies were still having a party on the many dead, so they held guns on the Arabs
and made them bury the dead which were being ignored
...http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
My team - the New York Giants
won a smashing
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I was much cheered by this
I used to be able to throw a football pretty far
Once played catch with a sexpot in a halter top
And
with
a Moslem
Used to play touch football
Used to live in Brooklyn, NY
but no longer.....
On my left the full silver circle of the moon
Just risen in the east
And on my right the mellow sun about to swoon
Provided a rare feast
But, without you, I shunned them like the sun at noon
And, ah, I cared the least.
The music of the ocean that broke on gray rocks
On lengthy moonlit nights,
And the cool summer breezes near the eagle flocks
On far-off mountain heights,
Without you were like worthless bits of broken crocks,
Devoid of all delights!
The best of foods, fruits and drinks tasted just as mud,
Disgusting and loathsome,
The murmur of a stream was the roar of a flood
And of a grating drum.
Without you, I did not enjoy a blooming bud.
I felt utterly glum.
I never knew who you were or who you would be
Yet I always missed you!
In foul weathers I wished you were near me to see
How I was feeling blue.
You would certainly set my exhausted soul free
Whether you were a Jew,
A Christian or a Moslem or an infidel.
But now naught can avail.
Weary and old, leading a life in boundless hell,
Or just living on bail,
I've lost all I once had due to what I can't tell.
I'm dead as a doornail.
Farewell, O world! You took back from me all but pain;
Ha ha! no pain, no gain?
Did I not toil for you night and day all in vain?
Why did you crush my brain
And pay me back with your fetter, shackle and chain?
I'd better not complain!
7.1.'11
No comments, please!
My team - The New York Giants
won a smashing
v
I
c
t
o
r
y
today
I was cheered by this
I used to be able to throw a football
pretty far!
Once played catch in Central Park with a Moslem
and a sexpot
Used to hear about the great Sid Luckman
Used to live in Brooklyn
But no more........
Our world is in constant conflict, the Islamic State seeks conquest;
every country that loves freedom must face this threat and win.
We have seen the recent carnage in Paris:
bodies covered with blood strewn
everywhere; these threats can lead to a war
that will involve many countries.
We can't delude ourselves that in all nations there always be peace;
keep a vigilant eye and spot who wants to inflict death and harm.
Will this Christmas and Hanaka be celebrated
with the same ardor of the previous years?
Don't ever lose heart: expressing your faith
will strengthen the bond between you and them.
Rome, the heart of Christendom, welcomes people of all races and creeds;
but doesn't impose conversion on others: it's the free will of loving hearts.
If peace is to prevail: a Christian,
a Jew, a Moslem and an Atheist
must live peacefully and greet
one another: how hard can it be?
Constant hatred leads to war and bloodshed: there are no winners or losers;
we all pay the prize with the loss of lives: what if we loved and never fought?
Written on 12/20/2015
Oh,Boko Haram
For how long are you stopping the brutality?
Which has given sleepless nights resulting in insomnia?
Of some hard-working people of Nigeria
It's amazing the mass murder and bomb-blast destruction
What at all, is the cause of your infuriation?
Or is that some sort of religious mentality
To the true Moslem, your act isn't about Islam
So, what’s the motive behind your killings of terrorism?
In fact, it doesn't bring any joy nor enthusiasm
Oh,Boko Haram
Why the school children you captured?
Don't you know they're Africa's leaders tomorrow?
And can even have riches you can borrow
Who knows their talents to serve the continent?
Thus, when some don't feel being content
I've heard your bloody hands have made some tortured
Which is so cruel not to compare in times of Abraham?
Hopefully, you’re not planning to overthrow the government
Because, it’ll rather retard your development.
Come,
All of you, my brothers and my sisters,
Let us join hands and march on God's path,
The divine path,
The one that would lead us into His arms
Whether you are:
Christian
Moslem
Hindu
Buddhist
Shich
Jew
Animist, or
Of any other religious persuasion.
Come,
You are all invited
You are all welcome
You are all needed.
We need each one of you
We need your presence
Your help
Your energy
Your enthusiasm,
Therefore,
Let us join our forces
For
We all are God's children, and He loves all of us the same,
No matter what our nationality,
Our color
Our creed, or
Our status.
Come,
Let us embark on Faith's boat and sail over the enormous
Ocean of spirituality,
Keeping our eyes on the lighthouse of love,
The only lighthouse able to lead us
Into the blessed harbor of understanding
Of acceptance,
Of compassion,
Of peace and of
Universal brotherhood.
Come,
My brothers and my sisters, come,
The future of humanity depends on
Your arrival
For
To end the reign of war, division and
Hate!
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© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 March 2023
Dear Father Abraham,
I Know that Too Much Time has Past, Events Taken, and Choices Made that Forever Changed the Course of History.
I am a Son Not by Birth, but by Adoption, You See I Follow the Teachings of Your Son Yeshua.
A Man Who Came Long Ago, Was Crucified on a Tree between Two Criminals, and was Raised the Third Day, Which Made My Acceptance Possible.
Father I Only ask Now, for without You, I would be destined for an Eternity Separated from God.
The Old Writings State that On That Day You Had Three Visitors, One Whom Resembled The Son of Man, or God Himself.
They Brought Good News that Sarah who had been Barren Till Now Would One Day Have A Son, and You An Heir to Carry On Your Family Name.
Time Passed, and You Both Growing Older with No Fulfillment of the Promise in Sight.
A Choice Was Made to use Hagar as the Possible Vessel for its Fulfillment.
The Result a Beautiful Baby Boy Named Ishmael, Who Grew to be a Wise and Strong Young Man.
All Was Well Till The Fulfillment of Time had Come, and God’s Promise To You and Sarah resulted in a Child also, Who Would be Called Isaac.
Now there exists Two Sons of Abraham, One of Hagar, and the Other Of Sarah, but Both Are Your Seed.
Father Abraham thousands of Years have Passed Now, Since Those Moments In Time, And Much Blood Spilt Pondering the Question Which One is The Rightful Heir?
For Two Great Multitude of People(s) Resulted from Those Choices Made. The Sons Of Ishmael Became the Muslim Race, and the Sons of Isaac Would Become The Israeli or Hebrew.
I Know that as a Gentile I Have No Right to ask, but It was on My Mind.
Looking Back at the Wars Fought, Blood Spilt, Lives Lost, and Time Spent, Between the Descendants of Your Two Sons.
If You Could Go Back, and make Different Choices, Would You?
Is there Any Way To Bridge the Divide?
There are No Easy Answers, Only More Questions.
I Don’t Know if it is Even My Place To Attempt to ask the Question at a Possible Way Forward?
I Only know From the Outside Looking in, that They Are Both Your Sons, and I a Gentile, don’t Know all the issues, or May Never Completely Understand them, or Have Any Possible Answers.
Father I Wonder What Do You Think?
Sincerely,
A Confused Gentile
Author Paul Cumberbatch (July 30, 2020)
You may be
a free market person - a libertarian
You mat be a socialist of some kind
You may be hard at work
You may be looking for employment
You may be rich
You may be poor
You may be a Moslem, Jew, Christian
Confucian, Buddhist
or one of the multiple creeds in the world
Whatever you are
I think you should read some verse
My late father said it teaches you how to feel
Well, I guess he was right
So pick up a book of verse
or go on line to a poetry web site
Or better yet
write some of your own verse
Yes better yet....
Peace to all readers of these words
Yusuf
Gimme a Moslem name
Gimme the Mercy of Islam
Let empathy be the flame
That fires who I am!
Humble Youth of chaste
Unblemished in his path
Who loathes wanton taste
Who fears God’s wrath;
A Dreamer I might be
By whom Divinities speak
Spiritually blind to see
And to uplift the weak.
Make me Son of the meek
Who basks in no blame
Who tirelessly seek
Nothing, but Yusuf’s name.
JM
18th Nov’ 2013
Henri
Nostradamus I read one time,
Said wars were coming, it’s to chime,
A German Pope would lead the war,
Prince Henri would be fighting for,
His other name is Harry,
Perhaps Prince Henri of old France,
Is our cousin Harry, sometimes Henry,
he likes to visit war, takes a chance,
visits British troops, and the Moslem enemy,
A new French Pope, may anoint him Emperor,
a Charlemagne of this future time,
for battles won with the Moslem horde,
Nostradamus bells this chime?
Don Johnson
http://www.crystalinks.com/quatrainsinterpretations.html
As a play,
life moments and experiences,
antithetical to lore and summons.
Visiting the world by smiling and laughing.
All classrooms become living rooms.
Far from censorship,
the political narrow-minded.
A sizeable sanctuary serves as a library,
the school's wings swing.
Jews cling to jewelry,
Moslem clutches the monsoon,
heartfelt and engaged.
Bnei Yisrael comes after Bani Israel?
Salam comes after shalom?
*****Ludens dances,
*****Faber flaps.
“I was inspired to write KNOW one evening when I was having dinner in my flat (alone of course) when I saw a phrase with an enlarged letter “KNOW” flashed on TV.
KNOW
Look around I hope you will see
Wherever, whoever you may be
Give and forgive and stop the blame
Don’t you KNOW we are all the same?
Here, there and everywhere
Untimely death everyday
Sadness and sorrow we create
Don’t you KNOW premature fate?
Time and time again
Greed makes us stake claims
Resist and detest come what may
Don’t you KNOW that’s what HE says?
Myth and mystery of the Almighty
Spawned countless deities
Buddhist, Hindu, Moslem or Christian
Don’t you KNOW it’s alright to question?
Day and night so predictable
The long road uncharitable
Where’s the stop or destiny?
Don’t you KNOW that’s a mystery?
Material world so adore
Never enough but more and more
Material world immaterial
Don’t you KNOW it’s superficial?
Gather around and say the prayers
Are you there we can’t wait forever
Patient my child says the priest
Don’t you KNOW you will be in the list?
What’s the difference to live or die?
The living pretends, dead don’t lie
Be true to yourself and all the rest
Don’t you KNOW that’s Divine’s test
Cultures, civilizations in tatter
Will this world get better?
Talks and negotiations supposedly civil
Don’t you KNOW we are the devils?
Children full of hope and promise
Time passes but none can insist
Future’s bleak, time unforgiving
Don’t you KNOW the pain of living?
Truth be told once and for all
Is there GOD to salvage our soul?
Show yourself and show us how
GOD, don’t you KNOW the time is now
Look around I hope you will find
Salvaged souls and remnants of time
In the scripture nothing is masked
If you don’t KNOW you are an ass
Jit H. Lim
Street Lawyer
Singapore
3 August, 20082
10 a.m.
Being a poet means (of course ) that I am not rich
So I headed off to the food stamp office
Across form me while I wait
are 3 females
One is a Moslem!
Another an African American with a larger hat
than I have on
My name is called out
I would like to tell the interviewer
that I have had 4 poems selected for inclusion
in the NY Times
I douibt he would care
Once when I worked for an executive recruiter
someone - referring to poetry said
"you can eat the paper"
when I let him know I had poetry published
I guess I'll eat the paper
maybe it will be delicous