Best Omer Poems
Executive orders signing spree
Quite a start for old JB
Killed off the jobs of myriad employees
Put a chokehold on the oil industry
But in the name of his pitch for unity
Lets look at JB's orders with impunity
Rejoining the 2015 Paris 'dialogue-ees'
He's eased up on our good friends, the Chinese
Plus he's helped so many radicals smile with glee
Like Ms. Omer, Ms. Tlieb, Bernie and AOC
Not to mention old pros like Schumer and Pelosi
Now on to re-engage Iran, Obama's lose-lose strategy
Canceling rents and student loans in late February
Open the borders ~ Here comes amnesty
The USA is not perfect
never has been
never will be
Unlike Russia, which has
‘no alcohol problem’
‘no civil disobedience’
‘no LGBTQ populace’
Not to mention no truth in the
information it disseminates to
suckers around the world...
Yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
not with George Washington
the 1700’s slaveholder (gasp!)
on our currency, not to mention
Susan B. Anthony, who was proudly
anti-abortion, pro-life – for shame, for shame!
~ Our ignominious past consigns us to eternal penance ~
Unlike Libya, where an ancient slave trade flourishes
to this very day: Muslims enslaving black Christians
which does not fit the media’s narrative
so most people aren't aware of it
and the rest don’t care about it
Unlike Afghanistan, where the repression of the 'Old Taliban'
is now fully in place under the ‘Newer, More Gentle Taliban’
or Syria, whose butcher of a ruler has made refugees of half his
citizenry, gassing thousands of others with chemical weapons…
But yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
Never has been
Never will be
Let us forever grovel in abasement to all the tin-horn dictators of the world
not to mention our home-grown squadrons of regressive radical progressives
Down with Jefferson, Lincoln, Grant, Teddy Roosevelt, Truman and Reagan!
Up with Omer, Tlieb, Pressley, Sanders, AOC, Corey Bush, Schiff, Nadler...
Long live Maduro, Castro, the Mullahs, Xi, bin Salman, Abbas, Gaddafi et al!
Lies are Truths Might Makes Right Facts are Opinions
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Winters boldness has its ways,
Of bringing coldness through its snowflakes,
Through the windows its always viewed,
But within it we humans are rude,
Spring dandelions bring us smiles,
Puts us outside back for a while,
Its nature starts to show,
Those seeds are watered,
Did you know?
Summers heat is so intense,
Takes our garments off our head,
Oceans and pools begin to be fed,
Oh and at night no blankets used,
Just our bareness instead,
Showering down summers leftovers,
Here comes autumn!
well I guess Fall?,
The breeze it brings feels like an AC,
Look what's coming up again,
Winters boldness, Come Save Me!
Omer Shafi (also known as Journal)
"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor wit
shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it."
From the Rubaiyat of Omer Khayyam.
This is one (of many) of my favorite quotes of hs masterpiece. It reinforces the
reality of life, there is no dress reheasal...this is it...and we'd better do it right the
first time!
Written In Stone
Should I have taken the other road?
Why didn't I..I forget
Was it Karma or bad choices
That led to some regrets?
Could I have made a difference
In some of life's vignettes?
We cannot change what was
Nor ever bring back the past
We cannot erase events
The die has already been cast!
A CHILD FROM SYRIA HAD A DREAM
peace was his dream
his dream became steam
the steam became unseen
on the hand of a bad regime
his family was his dream
playing around was his dream
growing , learning was his dream
feeling , loving was his dream
building his home was his dream
his dream was a sweet dream
but his dream became unseen
on the hand of a bad regime
a slap & kick stopped his dream
he opened his eyes on another dream
this was a real dream
he said this is not my dream
he saw new people were not from his dream
they were from someone else's dream
he looked around searching for his dream
all he saw injured, dying dream
begging ,crying on a loud scream
he cried ,he begged ,please save my dream
the whole world watched that regime
killing the poor boy and his dream
by
Hakeem omer
Ms. Ilhan Omer
Summed up September Eleven
'Someone did something'
~ Terrorist thugs flew to Heaven
Come to your daddy’s arm
When the life becomes rough
When the ways are lost
When the hope cant` be found
When the people can’t` be trusted
When you find yourself all alone
Come to your daddy’s arms
Who grabs your hand when you fall
Who wipes your tears when you cry
Who feels your pain when you are sad
Who feels your joy when are happy
Who dance and laugh with you to see your smile
When you are close you are in his heart
When you are far away you are in his heart and thoughts
Come to your daddy’s` arm
Enter his world of love
Enjoy his free love, that is cheap price
No one else can beat that price
That is something he can give all times
Young, old, poor, rich, sick, or not
Its non-stop from day one to the end
Take as much as you can while you can
Be safe, be smart, be kind, be honest
Be truthful, never tell lie,
Love God, love his Messenger
Love your dad and mom and all people around
Come to your daddy’s arm when you are around.
By
Hakeem omer
Moment of my heart.
With sunrise.
On the first light of the sun hitting my face through the window of my room.
On the sound of the first ring of my alarm, I woke up.
In hurry, dressed up, and walked out the door.
Strange,,
I was full of energy, unlike any other day.
Love was over flowing my heart.
My eyes were seenig things different.
Everything was, pretty, lovely.
Even the ugly dog of my neighbor.
I was not me that day.
My day was too good to be real.
Most likely it was dream.
I needed a pinch to know the difference.
My heart was dancing though there was no music playing.
He was happy though there was no sign of celebration.
Same path I walk every day, but I was not same person that day.
My body was dragged, to a destiny I was not ready for.
To a usual place, in a usual day.
Though nothing was usual that day.
Fearing from falling down, I hold on to the wall of the building.
My heart rate kept raising up.
My body was weakening.
Slapped my self , I pinched my self to wake up.
Wondering, it has to be a dream.
Till she came out from behind the corner, entering the main gate, slowly passing by me.
Then, and only then I stopped trying to wake up.
I wanted to stay in that dream as long as possible.
She came out like the sun, coming out from behind the mountain early in the morning,
Spreading the gentle light pushing a way the darkness of the night.
Clreaing the pathway for those they sleep less , and work hard to survive life.
She passed by me like the wind moving gentely over a grown wheat like a wave without causing any harm to it.
The smell of her mixed perfume flow with the fresh air in the morning .
Making a person drunk but not drunk in same time.
She hunted my heart, though there was no hunting tools on her except her beauty.
My heart followed her, ignoring me like he never known me before.
For the first time I lived my dream .
For the first time I wished if that dream would last for ever.
That was the day I fall in love.
Hakeem Omer
It was always the little things
that caught her eye —
the carnation crispness of a hello on a tired suit lapel ...
A gentle smile exchanged for shoddy service
given with a frown
Yes, it was the exquisite details
that mattered the most
The small pearls ...
wisdom
gathered
from the baptism of life
Deep water hidden gems
emerging to the surface
Then patiently caught by her
keen dove eyes
She loved witnessing liquid joy,
bathing her senses in fine granular things
Pure white mixture ... sugar and salt,
sweet enduring charity
A delicate rose persevering in the harsh elements
was a crystalline sight to savor ... saline petals of such earthy flavor
She knew that small acts of kindness can leave
an indelible mark on famine souls for a lifetime
The grace of humanity falling
from open twin windows
Her daily confessional cries to the heavens
was drenched in melting snowflakes of awe and wonder:
She loved how the algae
nourished the whales in the sea,
how mustard seeds grew into great trees
These tiny things warmed her spirit
like a refreshing tropical breeze
And her giant heart cherished how the small strokes
of little things
painted such a grand portrait of shared humanity
A beautiful panoramic view
She loved observing the simple subtleties of life ...
generously always on display,
revolving around people everyday
Seasons changing in sacred increments
She thanked God
for serving this to us in small portions —
our daily manna given by the omer
Congresswoman Ilhan Omer
Overflowing with gratitude
Our 'racist, oppressive republic'
Easy target for her attitude
SILENT LOVE
she took my heart she didn't know
I and my heart became her prisoner she didn't know
I loved her with all my heart and my soul she didn't know
I watched her passing by day by day she didn't know
I spoke to her every day she didn't know
I touched her face and wiped her tears she didn't know
I felt her happiness and sadness she didn't know
I cried and grieved for long time she didn't know
I watched her crashing my heart she didn't know
I guess she was blind she didn't know
I walked a way and left behind a wounded heart she didn't know
I wished her the best of the best that how much I care but yet she didn't know
I said goodbye still she didn't know
BY
Hakeem Omer
Happy birthday
the sun lights the world
your smile lights my heart
the flower grows in the garden
you grow in my heart
people see you grown up now
people see you big and tall now
I see a little baby till now
I remember you crawling
I remember you smiling
I remember you crying and laughing
I remember you walking
I remember you talking
many years passing
I remember all by watching
I remember all by loving
you move from place to place
in my heart your in the same place
when you are mad acting bad
when you are silly acting folly
when you are kind acting lovely
your love always remains holy
be kind be wise do right
be brave be strong never hide
be proud of who you are
make me proud stay who you are
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
by
Hakeem Omer
Ilhan Omer would give away money
Twelve hundred a month, each spouse and honey
It sounds very nice
Pollinates our spice
You and I fund it ~ Ha, ha! Real funny!
Bernie Sanders, AOC
Ilhan Omer, Rashida Tlieb
All give aid and comfort to Hamas, our sworn enemy
Sue them all for treason -- the Constitutional remedy
Some like it hot
Some like it cold
When it's cold in Chicago
My bones feel old
Some like it cold
Some like it hot
When it's cold in Chicago
A bowl of soup hits the spot
Some like Illinois
Some do not
With the new legislation
The state's going to pot
Some like America
Some do not
Between Trump and Ilhan Omer
The whole country's distraught
Some like poets
Some do not
I can only tell you this:
They give it all that they've got