Ode to the Unsung Hero
I salute the devotee of his craft
who diligently pursued perfection
with no recognition
but remained true to himself
and trudged along but lost
to the dynamics of politics and the bottom line
He was not in his time and space
of Fame
I lift my glass to her , the Fool
who trusted them with her better idea
only to lose it anyway
but remained true to herself
she knew not how to play
the devious Game.
To the saints unselfish
who cared for humankind
but were overshadowed
by fanatics religious, emirs and kings
Heaven was not theirs
to Claim
The writer not read
and the artist well dead
the writers of music
and the musicians who longed
to play their songs
and share in their glory
but not to be.
So let us applaud them loudly
they remained true to themselves
let them bask in the sunshine
if for only a brief time
or at least until
the sun goes down.
Mid Summer Standard Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
July 18, 2017
Categories:
emirs, tribute,
Form: Free verse
Two throws of tens and let the dice roll,
that some may live, and some may die,
and at death, are comforted by soul’s mantle light.
For deep beneath a vast ocean of lies,
that have always foretold a promised place -
where no righteous man or woman have ever been …
Is where bright stars never rise or fall,
and wide rivers that cease to ebb and flow,
where angel’s trumpets neither sound nor blow -
Is where blindness shadows endless tears,
and jihadist dreams that fall on deafened ears,
where lost Caliphates, Mullahs and prostrate Emirs …
Is where emptiness has no regrets,
a naked silence, shattered monuments,
where four seasons weep, and all Heaven ends -
for their faith’s reward - is abandonment.
Categories:
emirs, islamic, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
No
I had a desire to be a martyr to my word
To quench my desire for justice with the
Peak of my poor pen
To quash intolerance, racism, tribalism, tyranny
And quell my cowardice and my people’s
Stigma and egoism
I had a desire to be a martyr to my word
To break up with my people’s demoralizing jokes
That are ignorance and human rights’
Violation
I had a desire to oppose the patriarchal society
Of thousands of egoisms
With its uprooted self-absorbed traditional emirates
Hedged around with blindly and worldly pseudo-scholars
Who help to spread heinous racial prejudices
On the indigenous people
No to nepotism, tribalism, ethnocentrism, and tyranny
No to all the diktates of the outlaw
Who call themselves emirs in the republic!
Jaafar S El Waad
2014
Categories:
emirs, abuse, community, prejudice,
Form: Free verse
I salute the devotee of his craft
who diligently pursued perfection
with no recognition
but remained true to himself
and trudged along but lost
to the dynamics of politics and the bottom line
He was not in his time and space
of Fame
I lift my glass to her, the Fool
who trusted them with a better idea
only to lose it anyway
but remained true to herself
She knew not how to play
the devious Game
To the saints unselfish
who cared for humankind
but were overshadowed by
by fanatics religious, emirs and kings
Heaven was not theirs to Claim
To the writer not read
and the artist well dead
and the musicians who longed to play their songs
and share in their glory
but not to Be
So let us applaud them loudly
they remained true to themselves
Let them bask in the sunshine
if for only a brief time
or at least until the sun goes Down
Categories:
emirs, religion,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Of
splendid
thrones of
gold
Of
treasures
manifold
Of Sultans
and Shahs
Of Emirs
and Rajahs
Of
jewelled
caskets
or lavish
banquets
Of
sparkling
crowns
and
flowing
gowns
Of kings
and queens
Rulers and
emperors
Of their
subservient
stewards
and
obedient
butlers
Or the
servile
knaves
and
stalwart
squires
Of the
peons and
minions
pages and
pavilions
Of castles
and palaces
of
abounding
gold and
silver
in
ostentatious
regal
splendour
Ah the
fanning
maids in
waiting
Yet to me
one thing
worth
more
noticing
The poet
minstrels
who came
to sing
from afar
for the
queen and
king
For I'd
rather be a
poet for
kings
so to my
tunes
swayed
the
kingdom
than I be
the king
of mere
subjects
and be filled with regal
boredom!
So I could join ranks of
troubadours
and sing for the king
some folklores
For words are the heart of imagination
Inviting to poetic fascination.
(form Troubadour) Ars poetica
Categories:
emirs, poetess, poetry, poets, song,
Form: Chant Royal
Destined we are curdle together by nature
Though at the twin rivers shore
Believing same will provoke harmony
Bridge on the rivers and wall of our minds
Let the power that be Strike balance
Sweet home now wilderness exile
King, Obis, Emirs, Pastors, Imams and likes stoop to stooge
Politicians dictate tune of bomb
And never wait for tone
When shall we learn to live Siamese like these yonder rivers?
I wept for my darling country
Categories:
emirs, devotion,
Form: Blank verse