Long Amin Poems
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amin
amine (i'm losing it people...lol; it's pronounced amin)
lin
line(can one imagine, english lit teacherz, instructing their students to draw a 'lin', down the center uv their note pads) that's right, i spelled it lin, instead
uv line <-long "i"
spin
spine(or, can i take the car for a spine)
win
wine(i'm thirsty, may i have the flask uv win) <- ;)
pin
pine (i'm the cultivator uv pin nuts)
feminin<--- that's nin
feminine<-that's nine, long "i"
i speak english precious readerz, i'm still unto this day, confused with the english vocabulary, and i can't be coxed into believing, that the third syllable
in feminine, iz not pronounced "nine"<-long "i"
fem-i-nine. short i's are pronounced "i" az in, it
long i's are pronounced "i" az in, 'I' belong to her (did ;)
Iodine, turpentine...thank Yahweh i do, in
Yeshua's name, for; "poetic license", whut would i do dear poets!
Therefore, for those who indulge mine writes, know that...
"james' "feminine" iz pronounced, "fem-i-nine" az in #'9'
i should have shared this, long ago....much luv, me ;)
"This Spring"
spoke i
to
mine feminine
whom
mine feminine
"would marriage
cause yourn sing"
"cross the t's
and dot the i's"
'fore i close for the night
mine eyne"
"yes"
said shez
"yes
yes"
"it's yes"
"it's yes"
And off went
theirn green
mine Winter dreamz
dream after dream
after dream
;)
HEAL THY SELF O WOUNDED AFRICA
(no to XENOPHOBIA).
Wake up a voice shouted
You slept like a pregnant woman
While the drum beat of my assagil sounds like trumpet
With fear and deep chill I listened
The ghost of mighty black warrior standing in shiver
As I face the Great Zulu warrior lost in fear
I saw him Shaka cry to the members of Mambers the great Gods of Africa
There before him stands the Mighty Nile in disbelief
With the Niger filled with bloods disagrees to stay calm
The Senegal and the Congo revolted with flood
The orange and the Limpopo grumble and cried as the sky shared their pains with continuous rain pour.
O you failed cried d Zambezi as she invades her neighbors with flood
A knock on my door I heard a voice shout
Speak out for Africa
It is I Kwameh Nkrumah speaking
This is a sacrilegious act echoed the Mighty Zik
When the house is not in order the cockroaches becomes violent
Cried out the anguish voice of Awolowo
From afar I saw a running giant coming with the force of a chariot
Then I heard a voice so mighty was it that the visitors chased it with fear
He a mighty figure decorated and protected by glory of stars
Stood there is burning eyes of anger
Cover in the black glasses with general pride
As curious as a questionnaire
I ventured in to the glorious illusionary scene
Standing before my trembling eyes was The General Abacha in his full stature
Like a Ligtening spark the mighty figure bent his head in shame
As I looked to behold who thou art
There before me I saw The Mighty Mandela in tears of betray
Weep no more thou wounded soul
The thunderous voice of King Sailaise shouted
In council with the great Ghaddafi as furious as
Idi Amin
Sankara frowned like a disgraced old man
While the ghost of Seda Sengho felt it lost its victories like Anthonio lost all his titles
In schock I turned as a firmed hand gently parted my hand
It was a mighty spirit with two heads
It is the heads of the great secretaries
Achebe and Giwa
Handing me a pen a paper
Written on it
Heal thyself O Africa before yesterday bleed to death.
Running Water
Cold, lonely, fears
Heartache,pain,tears
Abuse, torment all of her years
Sick of the lies
sick of the guys
hurts so bad inside
Samestuff everynight
Men walk the earth with no souls
Night after night it takes it toll
Can you hear the running water
Flooding out her cries
Feels nothing when they caress her thighs
Smile on their faces all a facade
They just want her bod
Do they know my age or do they care
what do they fear
give it up or ya dying (running water)
why you sighing
goes to the building
the place where it all started
She lost her virginity
By some Pimp some scumbag
Her own father(running water
Runs a tub of running water
running water
She closes the door ofthe abandonded building
Think about your children
My son is my brother
A sister mommy
Pills and razor blades
Drop to the floor
Convulsions
Twisting and turning as she drops to the floor
Even the devil hell'll see this and feel remorse for
Torn apart
By men with out a heart
Pray to her maker
To make it end
Molested at 10
God haven't heard from him since
Make it all go away
No more pain, no more monsters
No more tears, no more more ruthless
virginity-taken by some pimp, some scumbag
Her own father
Runs to the basement floor
A life even the Devil'll shed a tear for
On the floor-Here's the scence
Walls are lime green
Smells like crap
Straight out of a horror scence
A home not even suiutable to fiends
There a sink and a tub
Pills and razor blades
Ah Takes out the painkillers
Here eyes fill with so many tears
Been tring to escape for years
Fills the tub with running water
Tears flow(Running Water)
Silence-pain comes back
Yeah, yeah back back.. to reality
Wish I was god so I could get a gun & watch em all defy gravity
Gets in a tub of running water
Puts her head down
Let it flow
Better than a pill
Aint no ecstasy
Let em' get the best of me
Nothing is sound
Silence-
Death is my escape
Through the flow of running water
© Amin Aziz
Form:
Perhaps being something of a contrarian and historian
I like to spend Sunday mornings playing American Top Forty reruns on the oldies station
because I enjoy the songs and stories related to me by Kemal Amin Kasem
Also known as Casey Kasem in his weekly broadcasts
He researches and answers questions I suspect nobody really asked.
Why in the biblical land down under
would anyone on this earth even wonder,
then spend so much as a minute to write a letter, and then spend a stamp to ask so they know,
“Which sibling Dutch trio has been on the Top Forty for the most weeks in a row?”
Who cares?
According to Casey, Brenda in Oregon cares.
I’m completely certain he’s lying, and I dare call shenanigans on that. Everyone knows she never cared; I declare it a fact that she’s not even a real person except on the air.
But I do enjoy the stories, and I don’t fault him for making up reasons to tell them to everyone,
such as an imaginary prompt from Brenda in Oregon
It is, after all, far less awkward that way,
And I can certainly relate,
For I, too, have a lot to say, and sadly nobody pauses to ask me about what I think or know
But that doesn’t stop me from contemplating responses to give if anyone ever asks, even if they probably won’t.
He is proof that I, too, may get someone to listen to me
Even if the audience is sometimes simply imaginary.
If I believe in the oddly curious, albeit made-up Brenda in Oregon as a beleaguered velveteen rabbit,
A reason to keep telling stories churned up from my weird inquiring habits
Maybe, like his, my mind’s audience will make itself real
maybe one day someone will care what I think and feel.
Even if he’s not here anymore I strive, as reminded in reruns each week, that no matter where we are from and who we are,
We must keep our feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars, and hope nobody cares we’re all a little bit of a liar.
Was not every one a child?
Joy to their mother and father
And growing up as a kid
With wonder and laughter
Then they go to school
Playing games having fun
And become a voice for others
When they don’t have one
Then some give hope to the people
Giving speeches from their tower
Then commits inhumane atrocities
When they get the taste of power
Today the worlds are full of hate
An evil that has no end
While many starves to death
For war money are spend
Men like Adolph Hitler, Robert Mugabe
George bush Jr, tony Blair, ayatollah Khomeini
Kim jong ll, idi amin, Benjamin Netanyahu
Just to name a few criminals of humanity
Pol pot murders millions in Cambodia
And the world close their eyes
The unspeakable crimes in Rwanda
Where over 500.000 people dies
I guess if the country had oil
They would have been alive today
But if you are poor nation
The United Nations looks the other way
Some kill in the name of religion
Some kills to steal your land
Some are kill by drones for just
Attending a wedding function
Hundreds of innocent are killed
By drones that they can’t see
But they are just collateral damage
But not those at Benghazi
North Korea says we have
weapons of destruction's right here
But they went to search in Iraq
Kill millions but find it nowhere
The evils of war will continue
Many more bad days still to past
More war criminals to be born
And be children playing on the grass
Many choose to cover their eyes
If it doesn't affect them, they don’t care
So while sit here writing this poem
I can’t help it but shed a tear
*written for Verlena's Contest "EBONICS, Let's Do Some Slang"
SHAWTY,
Yir' boy fin' ta' told ya' bout some lessons in what the Man call Ebonics.
Cus' I gots' this!
Like the young fellow named Carmello on the New York Knicks,
and girrrrrl I got mo' slang in my verse than the words of them nerds
down at Hooked On Phon-ics
I TRIED TA' TOLD YA"LL...
I keeps my flows tight,
Fam ,
cus word is bond like James
and I ain't talkin' Rick James, RIIIGHT!
Ya' see, round cheer,
between Normandy and Western,
what we call this is a little "Twennie Twin Twin"
but round the way,
where you stay,
they just may call this a "Sinny Sin Sin!"
Yo, hold up baby girl...
Lemme ax you suh-um...
Who you be with?
cus Shawty, how you look,
is off the hook,
and Boo-Boo you is suh-um I can see me with with!
Yo Yo Yo! Wait! Hold up girrrl! Where you goin'?
'Sup honey child,
You know my favorite basketball player used to be Yao Ming!
Ya-Mean?
Get it Yao Ming?
Yaa-Mean!?!-----(crickets chirp-ing fir' certain)
Lady Queen, come on back to me!
Yo, my jokes may be stupid, but they clean,
B'sides, I coulda' been' said something idiotic like Idi Amin,
Yaa-Mean?
And the homey don't even play no basketball, ya dig?
Yes YESHall! ...
Better put that ON SOMETHIN'!
And you KNOW THIS!----(awww heck naw, Shawty dipped...)
America, so vast and the land of the free
Brazil, carnivals and beach beauties
Canada, untouched, with the mighty Niagara Falls
Denmark, with the mermaid, luring sailors with her call
Egypt, under Cleopatra, and her historical power
France, so romantic with its Eiffel Tower
Germany, the perpetrators, of the Holocaust
Haiti, sadly, counting her lost
Italy, with its architecture, like the Trevi fountain in Rome
Japan, and its little Bonsai trees, so very much at home
Kenya, on safari in her national parks
Lebanon, a country, full of political sparks
Malta, so brave, its why they won the George Cross
New Zealand, and the Maoris, their culture to never be lost
Oman, the Sultanate, lies beside the Arabian Sea
Portugal, a golfing Mecca, as i stand on the very first tee
Qatar, an Arab emirate in the Middle East
Romania, Nadia Comaneci and her Olympic gymnast feats
Sweden, the home of Abba, and their wonderful pop songs
Turkey, has Istanbul, where two continents get along
Uganda, in Africa, where Idi Amin ruled
Vietnam, where nineteen year old soldiers were schooled
Wake Island, a most beautiful coral atoll
Xanadu, because i ran out of countries to call
Yemen, a Republic, to the south of the Red Sea
Zimbabwe, with Mugabe, a country ruined by he
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/the-world.php
Turn around and the
Sky opens its mouth.
You were sent to us.
This is a book will never be
shun by human.
We’ve got you surrounded.
Bliss and furious.
Sky and death.
Sky and blood.
Perfection and pain.
We are yours when you
Believe you’re devouring us.
It's rather that you eat us
Than to leave us barely,
For anyone you eat is in
Paradise.
We are yours with
our mouths closed.
Instruments of your rhyme.
We do not differentiate.
We jump through the
Hoop of the sky happying
because of your shimmering.
We are space and
We are surface.
We are rough raw till your
Existence come to us.
The sky has a body
That walks. That works is
Our tremendous and
Homaged revered
Messenger that I can't mimic
his name owing-to of coyness.
Oh! My light and my initial
Oh! My conclusion, Please don't
Feel wrath if I call your names.
Let me call them;
You are ''al-Amin''
You are ''al-Mustapha''
You are ''al-Habeeb''
You are ''as-Shaheed''
You are ''al-Bashir''
You are ''al-Kareem''
You are ''al-Muzammil''
You everything,
We were created because of you.
We were created just to
Extinguish your lovers and haters.
The path was been covered in blood,
Till the time you were delivered
And come with your great book.
Please Qur'an, support me
When it's call out for general
Assembly.
God, only to you I bow, you’re my King;
And for me, there will be no other king.
You have bestowed me a new life;
You’ve given me a pretty wife.
You’ve gifted me a silver quill;
It brings love, peace, and joy, so real.
You’ve led me from great darkness to light;
And the sun, now, is shining so bright.
I am now rich, for I have you in my life;
You’ve strengthened me, against strife.
But, here I ask, before you take me;
I’ve a dream that I wanted to see.
I shouldn’t be asking this, O Lord,
For I’ve everything that money can’t afford.
O Lord, You, I should be praising and thanking
More material things, I should not be asking
But please, if it’s not hard enough for you;
I really want to see my dream come true.
Thou, I know in your Heavenly abode I’ll reside,
For you did promise me that I will be on your side.
Yet, on this earth, O my Lord, you created places…
So beautiful and I crave to see its faces.
Let me see Canada, Australia or America,
As you’ve let me see Europa, Russia and Africa.
I beg you; oh, please give their Consuls a good heart;
Without your blessing, from Athens, I can’t depart.
All these, I ask, including the forgiveness of my sin,
Only in the name of my Savior Jesus Christ. Amin.
Review the annals of history
Murder upon murder you'll see
Start with Adam and Eve's son, Cain
Who murdered his brother Abel in vain
Then there's Moses, the saintly lawgiver
Who murdered an Egyptian taskmaster and shivered
The greatest of playwrights, Shakespeare, didn't hedge his bets
He wrote of murder in 'Julius Caesar,' 'Macbeth' and 'Romeo & Juliet'
What of Abe Lincoln's assassin, Mr. John Wilkes Booth?
His name lives all these years later, verily and forsooth
There's Lee Harvey Oswald, shot JFK -- ended Camelot
Else his name wouldn't be worth a pee in a pot
Can't forget the serial killers, whose souls are damned:
Richard Speck, John Wayne Gacy, Son of Sam
Not to mention the 'iconic' socialists you all know:
Lenin, Stalin, Hitler, Mao, and Idi Amin also
In this century you don't have to rack your brain
We've had Osama bin Laden, Bashar Assad, Sadam Hussein...
As for 'professionals,' Bonnie & Clyde are your bank robbers
And how about ('Scarface') Al Capone for a celebrity mobster?
So, you want your name to be ever remembered?
Just commit a few murders: Behead and dismember!