Long Afghans Poems
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I shook him and shook him but he wouldn’t waken
He had to wake up to take his medication
It isn’t for pleasure or for recreation
But just for the sake of the USA nation
But on second thoughts, severe constipation
Or send him away on a lengthy vacation
or get him to queue for that new vaccination
For anything else could be mortal damnation
And then he awoke with some consternation
Where am I he said with much irritation
I think he was having a hallucination
He looked up and asked me, am I a Dalmatian?
It’s my job to offer a daily summation
I gave him the gen on the evacuation
We’re ending our Afghanistan occupation
Really, he said, has there been consultation?
I told him the Afghans now face conflagration
Afghan? he said, oh, a shaggy Alsatian
I knew this would be an inane conversation
His mind was a void, that's no exaggeration
You’ve pulled out too quickly in my estimation
Jill’s ironic nodding belied her frustration
He didn’t respond with a quick protestation
And Jill’s little grin was a saucy flirtation
The topic I changed to the Covid contagion
He needed to issue a communication
We need to consider some rules relaxation
His vacant stare offered no illumination
He said that that pot plant needs fast irrigation
He whipped out his weener and issued hydration
He grinned as he offered a brief explanation
My name is Joe Biden, for your information
Political leaders take countries to war,
making decisions that are political,
done to ensure they are voted for,
domestic approval and nothing more.
Biden couldn't have got it more wrong,
clearly this President is a total moron,
it doesn't matter how long it's gone on,
you don't just leave if you still belong.
I wonder if Biden even understands,
the world he has left for those Afghans,
the victory clearly that of the Talibans,
how can you not tell your allies the plans!!
Isolating the US from your allies overseas,
with this absolute shambles exit strategy,
this is how superpowers become nobodies,
the worst military mistake in our history!!
Watch China buy and reverse engineer
equipment that gave your enemies fear,
American time at the top ends right here,
international respect slowly disappears
For 20 long years it was a war you'd won,
now the legacy tells a different outcome,
all of those sacrifices can't be undone,
yet the terror awaiting us surly will come!
past knoxville and idaho city there are a pair of adorable nitwits.
townspeople refer to them as kooky oddballs, a couple of twits.
their name is easy to learn. she is backward ditz; he is fritz.
brown eyes are lop-sided, their glances can be the pits.
watch out! cautions their neighbor, they will bore you to bits.
they showed up one day unexpectedly during a neighboring blitz.
I heard they were parisians, but another told me they are brits.
fritz can do a weird almost-hand-stand, and ditz does the splits.
twits do not put on airs; neither abides by the ritz or any glitz.
they eat bland foods like porridge, oatmeal, and plain grits.
calico cats come to them all the time, presenting them with kits.
their fighting is so common, their eyes are swollen to slits.
fritz likes to knit, so their house is full of junk that he knits.
afghans, scarves, hats, potholders, and unusable oven mitts.
ditz does not wash her hair, so it is full of lice, bugs and nits.
also have zits, and they have performed some really weird skits.
Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains. You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near.
James 5:7 NIV
AN INVITATION OF BLESSING FROM THE LORD
Hollow bells echo through October halls, stirring of starlings on video.
Cheeks of children long to be red and cold, wrapped in season’s knit.
Harvesting time brings excitement, lifting homeschool from the pit.
Scarecrow sentries stuffed with hay, outwitted by smart-alec crows.
A season for pies with buttery dough — apple, pumpkin and pecan.
Mom’s wearing a vintage apron. Picture the prize with flour on face.
How inviting an Autumn kitchen is, filled with laughter and grace.
Couples, parents with children, cuddle up — moonlight and afghans.
Compassion and mercy on display in Fall’s Cornucopia, therefore be calm
as the land blossoms in corn and pumpkins, green-yellow warty gourds.
Former rain, its arrow unleashed, an invitation of blessing from the Lord.
Angelic breezes, maple-winged cherubs crunching oak - nature of psalms.
October Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Enclosed Rhyme
Given as a gift from Germany to Kabul zoo in Afghanistan
No fields to run in - just a miserable enclosed barren land
You were blessed with a beautiful lioness partner, Chucha
She must have made you feel no less than a majestic Shah
You survived against all the invasions, and the bloody wars
Behind those dark miserable cramped closed barren doors
You were a survivor, that against all the cruelly made odds
Was even threaten to be killed, by the unholy Taliban sods
But your loyal keeper fought for your life, using the Quran
With the prophet Muhammad to aid you to all understand
That an animal should be respected as he had his own pets
To kill Marjan’ would in the end only leave you with regrets
But you were brought down by an egotistical Mujahedeen
Who you killed for mauling your Chucha, for fun it seemed
In turn the killed brother gave you a hand grenade as a gift
As the damage caused was more than, un-deservedly swift
You lost your sight in one eye and near all of it in the other
Because of that un-deserving revenge of a grieved brother
You lost most of your teeth and with the blast your hearing
Yet you survived, to Afghans, you became more endearing
That they took it upon themselves to then kill this very man
For the ignorance of the situation as he did not understand
You had thought this man was a threat to your lioness pride
As it was in the end his own fault he was attacked then died
As the wars in Afghanistan raged, so did the famine drought
When it came to food for you there was too little of it about
But the Afghan people gathered in force to see you were fed
No one wanted the Shah Marjan from hunger be found dead
You came through all of this, skin sagging on a frame so lean
But for it all, never did once made you ferocious or be mean
Your beloved keeper walked with you, within your enclosure
Despite your injuries you always maintained your composure
Your name travelled the world, and they wished you the best
But near a quarter of a century, you as then laid yourself to rest
This tribute is to you mera jaan Marjan – the pearl of Afghanistan
May you always with Chucha, fly free, high above this desert land
Higher and higher, with the longed for eternal peace may you soar
As the winds carry along with it your once mighty and proudly roar
Pots and pans fill up the sink, with baked on, crusty bits
Here's several plates of dried up cheese, and dips with soggy Ritz
The kitchen floor has sticky goo, where bowls of gravy spilled
And scattered glasses here and there, (a few are still half-filled !)
New sofa pillows are on the floor. The dog is sleeping there!
My gift of chocolates, someone brought...have somehow disappeared!
Rumpled afghans, in a heap. Seems someone took a nap
Beneath the chair, two socks, one shoe, and someone's baseball cap
There is Chex mix, legos, tinker toys, helter-skelter around the floor
Cookie crumbs, beneath my feet, and handprints on the door
The remote control, was out the door, I found it on the porch!
The telephone was ringing too! That took an hour's search!
Dripped candle wax, and a few thumb tacks, a mix of this and that
I keep finding things, ...then can't find things! Has someone seen the cat??
A turkey carcass stares at me, ......(I guess I'll make some soup)
A messy bunch of people? YES !! But if you think I'm duped................
Each holiday, means family time , and 'though they leave a mess...
Would change a single thing?.....
........Of course not !! I am blessed!!!
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Thanksgiving Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
Afghanistan! would anybody give a damn
perhaps had a chance, under Uncle Sam
They gave them weapons, to fight Talibans
enslavers of women, for pleasures of man
Kabul was thriving, the west brought calm
young ladies attend school, sitting exams
Mullahs hid in exile, with extremist Imams
Allowed back in, by surrendering Afghans
Another failed state, turns hardline Islam
say they've changed, nah just a big scam
The door was opened, they choose to slam
right back to poverty, from where it began
Religious fanatics, resume same old sham
beheadings, torturing, cut off some hands
Warped Sharia law, interpretation of Koran
no A la carte, only one recipe, Allah flambe *
US couldn't stay forever, done all they can
must watch Russia, China, Nth Korea, Iran
In tragic war situations, there's no exit plan
want to point a finger, start with bin laden
* Play on (A la Flambe) no offence intended
to moderate peaceful Muslims*
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
25/08/2021
Ask the Indus to where it flows,
from Tibetan mountains it goes,
to big blue Arabian Sea
in the city of Karachi!
It watered that ground for eons,
it has raised heroes and icons,
people from same genetic pool,
divided by British! to rule!
Oppressed suppressed enslaved and chained,
the Victorian empire gained,
condemned whole civilisation,
poverty through domination!
In this land of the proud afghans,
dividing Durand line was drawn,
separate them from Pakistan,
a vast arid state for Patans*!
Many tribal flags in this land,
invaders came to rob, disband,
people lost their identity,
sowing religious strife plenty!
Afghanistan as is today,
is seeking to stand up and say,
please leave us to have our home rule,
we are a people! not your mule!
*Patans = In India and Pakistan, Afghans are called Patans! Possibly because they settled in the city of Patna at some phase in history.
8th position
Written 30/08/2021
Afghanistan poetry contest
Kai Michael Neumann sponsored!
8 syllables each line