Best Steppe Poems
Jim-I-Nator,
chase creator,
imitates a song,
recreates a major,
sail's you to saviors,
reinvents the round,
reelects the tasers,
summons it in a bong...
Bites it right out
just like the Chong.
Waits in a mile-
just for the hump,
butts heads with the viral-
just like the slums,
does a downward spiral like a swivel,
dials 911 to spy on individuals,
random as hail in July,
hits like nails-
out on the lake in the sky-
just where I had wanted to die.
Like a Laker in a coat,
like a disastrous danger running wild and remote-
just like Ebeneezer Scrooge with a check book and the holy ghost,
just like Jesus on an electric motorcycle,
flying with angels-
jimin' with a bagel,
rotating at an angle,
fly's in the sky like a needle near the eye!
Random as hail in July!
Eats prunes,
and then pray's not to die!
Greets his shrooms with venom,
beats his moods with a pendulum,
hears through stethoscopes when he's endin' the run,
goes to the gym to have a little fun!
Waits for the time to stand still,
eats all the cops in between him and his pillz!
Says **** jail!
My ******** is a nail!
**** being out on bail!
I'll still be here until the killer is unveiled!
Forbidden, sacred sight!
Potala gleaming white
Reflecting Asian light;
A shrine of mystic might.
The monks conspire inside
Old Lhasa’s palaced pride,
With mummies spiced and dried,
Reviving priests who’ve died.
Tibetian spirits raise
And cast resentful rays
Through memory’s thick haze;
Avengers from old days.
They float across the air,
Descending when and where
The unbelievers dare
Not worship them, nor care.
A Mother’s Prayer
The oil lamp flickered, casting its glow,
The sickly child cried out, heartache in tow.
“Oh my little one, my precious, my dear,”
The old woman trembled, consumed by her fear.
Orphaned, alone, with no parents in sight,
Could I bring him here, make everything right?
Is this a test from God, a challenge to bear?
With faith in my heart, I’ll endure this despair.
When will my child smile, when will he play?
When will he run by my side every day?
The cure for his illness lies far in Baghdad,
Only Qusayin knows how to mend what is bad.
I’ve read of him often, every word I recall,
Each line etched in memory, a lifeline through it all.
But how can I reach him, so far is the land?
With prayers in my heart, I’ll wait for his hand.
A Prayer of Wonder
Oh, God, I marvel at Your mighty grace,
To not be in awe would be a disgrace.
“Your prayers, Creator, have found their way,
I am Qusayin, the doctor which you asked today.”
If God wills, even sand can shift and sway,
Clouds can gather, turning night into day.
A plane landed softly in this remote land,
Your doctor has come, just as You planned.
As she spoke, the lamp flickered back to life,
The old woman wept, burdened with strife.
When two wretched souls were joined in their tears,
The stream from their eyes washed away their fears.
In that moment, the sky cleared, so bright,
Sunshine burst forth, dispelling the night.
With renewed strength, Qusayin felt the call,
Rushing to save the child, heeding their all.
Through a tear in the wall, the sunlight peeks,
No one comes to ask how the old woman speaks.
How does she endure, so forlorn and alone?
Only God could be her aid, her own.
The horizon stretches, the vast land appears,
Silence reigns, with no bustling to hear.
It gnaws at the nerves, this solitude deep,
In the city's chaos, she could never weep.
From the window, a glimpse of the scene,
A child’s cry cuts through, sharp and keen.
The oil lamp flickers, casting soft light,
A grandmother cradles her dear one tight.
“Oh my little one, oh my sweet child,”
Her shoulders shake gently, her heart’s gone wild.
The baby writhes, life’s pulse in the air,
The old woman’s sorrow is too much to bear.
She prays to the heavens, seeks solace in cries,
Her gaze flickers round, as hope slowly dies.
Day and night, worry eats at her soul,
Sleepless and weary, she loses control.
Her eyes, like the steppe, are weary and dim,
Not a tear falls, as she clings to the hymn.
Life and death dance in a bitter embrace,
This lonely house holds a haunting space.
Blue Smoke
In the bustling city, the blue smoke swirls,
People jostle, a crowd in a whirl.
Cars stuck in traffic, the movement is slow,
Faces are grim, with no hint of glow.
In the jam, they’re forced to remain,
Cursing each other, it drives them insane.
In this vast city, what’s life’s true cost?
Does anyone care if a soul is lost?
You tire, you struggle, you long for release,
You rant and you rave, seeking some peace.
Gradually, you learn to comply,
But who can you turn to when you sigh?
Like an ant hill, swarming and tightening,
You will be found among people fighting.
A Doctor’s Journey
A car approaches, steady and bright,
Inside, Doctor Qusayin, a beacon of light.
His healing touch brings hope to the ill,
His fame spreads wide, a testament to skill.
Not a man drunk on accolades or praise,
He cares not for honors in life’s fleeting maze.
If he saves but one from death’s cold hand,
His spirit rejoices, in peace he will stand.
Was he sent forth by fate or by grace?
Was this journey chosen, a path to embrace?
Rising in haste from his bed with a start,
He finds himself caught in a twist of the heart.
In the Wake of Fear
Some have fainted, collapsing in fright,
While others are weeping, lost in the night.
Tears of joy mixed with panic and dread,
Flow from the heart, where fear once had spread.
In the face of death, life’s value is clear,
When confronted with fate, all humans draw near.
In the plane’s embrace, as travelers unite,
They hold each other, hearts filled with light.
For souls intertwined, in peril they find,
It’s God’s guiding hand that strengthens the mind.
Applause for the pilots, their courage on show,
As passengers gather, their spirits now glow.
What price can you place on this moment so grand,
When death’s grasp was thwarted by fate’s gentle hand?
An Unknown Landing
The plane lands somewhere, unknown and wide,
The fields stretch out, laid bare like a tide.
The rain lashes down, fierce with the breeze,
The world feels heavy and easy through the glass.
Dark clouds gather, shrouding the sky,
Spring rains pour down, as fears start to pry.
Though they’ve survived, many still feel the fright,
Anxiety lingers, shadowing light.
The plane’s mechanisms have failed, it seems,
Cut off from the world, lost in their dreams.
Staring out windows, they sit, silent, tense,
In moments like this, they seek recompense.
Doubt fills their hearts, heavy like stone,
Qusayin’s gaze falls on a house all alone.
To learn of their fate, he decides to descend,
From the plane, he steps out, seeking to mend.
The first version
The clouds kiss me from above, the sun caresses,
I am a son of the steppe,
Do not call my chest hollow or empty.
I cherish life, so radiant and bright,
And see all people as kin in my sight.
The clouds kiss me from above, the sun enfolds,
To me, all people are kindred souls.
How blessed are humans in their earthly dance,
Not chasing disputes with no chance of advance.
The clouds kiss me from above, the sun rolls by,
If I don’t love this life, would it not be a lie?
I pray to the One, day and night,
“Protect the Kazakh nation from calamity's plight.”
As time flows and wisdom deepens with years,
A good name cannot vanish, it perseveres.
Many poets have passed without penning truth,
Their words unheard, their silence proof.
Sorrow and joy, laughter and tears,
From my heart, verse flows, erasing fears.
If I can support my nation so bold,
A people reborn a thousandfold.
Second version
Field son
The clouds kiss and the sun smell my head,
Don't tell me your chest is empty,
I am the son of the field and my life is bright,
I love all people as relatives briefly.
The clouds kissed me, the sun is bright,
All humanity is related to me.
People are happy to wake up tonight,
Did not chase the controversy.
The clouds kiss me and the sun is caress,
If we don't love this life, it is a big sin.
To save the country from disaster cases,
I pray day and night from God king.
The poet grew up with a time,
If you are smart, you are fame way.
Cannot writing even truth line,
How many poets have passed away?
Sometimes cry,
Sometimes laugh,
Sometimes sad,
The poem flows from my heart.
I want to support to great people that,
Thousand times died, thousand times stand up.
A Lonely House in the Steppe
A lonely house in the vast, open land,
With an old woman and a sick child at hand.
They are the heroes of this tale I weave,
To you, dear reader, their story I leave.
The sharp wind blows, driving rain on its flight,
With drops cutting down, stitching earth in the night.
In such white haze, as fate led him near,
Qusayin stepped into the house, filled with fear.
It was dark. He couldn’t see what was there,
As he entered the room, unaware of despair.
His eyes adjusted to the dim light’s glow,
And the shape of the room began to show.
First, he saw a baby, pure in its grace,
Glancing right, he noticed a figure in place.
An elder was kneeling, in prayer profound,
Had she just bowed down, her spirit unbound?
He knelt at the threshold, too shy to speak,
In this sacred moment, his heart felt so weak.
The essence of this lonely house held him tight,
With a power that filled the dim, endless night.
From the outside, it seemed humble and worn,
Yet inside, it stood like a fortress reborn.
As if an angel had placed them in peace,
Rooted to earth, where their worries might cease.
Inside, like a mosque, a haven of prayer,
Five times a day, they worshipped without care.
Qusayin sensed with a heart full of dread,
There lay a soul, in suffering and thread.
The infant stirred gently from its deep sleep,
While the old woman prayed, her vigil to keep.
So lost in her prayers, she didn’t turn round,
In devotion so deep, her spirit was bound.
Her focus so strong, in the duty to serve,
Whispering prayers, with each gentle curve.
Softly her lips moved, with murmurs that soared,
Echoing faith in the house they adored.
On her shoulders, a light, like clouds in the sky,
Wrapped in a warmth that could never say die.
Kneeling with grace, she offered her plea,
And long in her prayer, she found her decree.
A Twist of Fate
Can a single action change destiny’s flow?
A friend called him up just yesterday, you know.
It had been ages since they last met,
Memories stirred, and their hearts were all set.
After some chatter, sharing their woes,
The longing sided, as friendship still grows.
With a story to tell, his friend pulled him near,
A surprise in the air, something to hear.
There’s news that’s a secret to share,
By the phone no secrets laid bare.
Had fate brought them closer, just by chance?
Would they reconnect, or was it mere circumstance?
Qusayin bought a ticket, it was necessary to take,
His dear friend had called, and he felt it was fate.
He left behind luggage, a thought on his mind,
But on boarding the plane, he felt it unwind.
Forgetting an item, he sensed something wrong,
A sign of misfortune, a feeling so strong.
Not one for omens or superstitious lore,
So he turned to the future, not looking back anymore.
In the Embrace of Thoughts
Drifting deep in thought, Qusayin fell asleep,
His plane soared high, through skies vast and steep.
But the weather turned foul, rain started to pour,
The airport below was now troubled and sore.
They couldn’t land as the storm raged around,
Late for their arrival, no safe landing found.
The plane changed course, heading back in the sky,
To Egypt’s great city, where troubles would lie.
The flight attendants spoke till their voices grew hoarse,
Fear crept through the crowd, a shadow, a force.
Would they reach the next airport, fuel running low?
Worries among passengers began to grow.
Suddenly, the plane took a sharp dive,
In such moments, who can hope to survive?
With their last words, they cried out in dread,
But somehow the aircraft landed, they said.
Amazingly smooth, where could they be now?
Had they found an airstrip somehow, someway?
In a flash, all the trials were left far behind,
Was it God’s grace that had helped them unwind?
This measureless waste
Traversed alone
Of what does for a vagrant
Always bemoan.
Speak I not russian
Nor do, kazakh.
That heard of this wind species
Was it passed on
Through eagle's, harrier's quick
Decoding knack.