Long Koran Poems
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You might not like it
you may not agree
But religion’s the problem
the real enemy
A blind ideology
that kills to maintain
A false image of God
to blaspheme and profane
The Koran—the Crusades
the excuses—the lies
Fanatical visions
the death they imply
The future will judge
what the present impales
The shame and the heartbreak
humanity failed
As ill-fated dogma
kills the innocent child
The real God enrages
his judgment on file
So spew out your maxims
and dig in your heels
As millions will die
for what you think you feel
The universe watches
eternity waits
For this plague to be over
—this damned human race
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Night roads widen,
dream paths spread their branches.
The Sandman is hobbled
and can only watch.
A tethered mind has spread
fledgling wings.
What appears to happen
behind sleepwalking eyes
is viewed from a fish-eyed drone -
a stretched panoramic overview.
Am I travelling or unrolling
a future map?
Major arteries become sea-lanes
a melting landscape
for the soul of the soul of the soul.
In a distant radio speaker
a voice recites the Koran
in perfect Yiddish.
I may have to awaken
as a more concrete curbside
if these night journeys
keep mushrooming,
enlarging these itinerate routes of reality.
The Soviets decided Israel must go.
So they distributed a book to each foe.
They knew it was faked, but it resonated
and it helped make Israel hated.
The book said the Jews were on a roll
Succeeding to rule us, succeeding to control
It called the Protocols of the Elders of Zion
A forgery, used by a regime that was lying.
I talked online once with a Muslim
I told her of a sura that was hard to spin
"Israel is the land of the Jews" says the verse
She said as a Jew, I must be twisting the words.
She's entitled to her view that Israel should get the axe
But why the need to deny obvious facts?
Its there in the Koran, in black and white
She was twisting thought, so she could feel right.
Eve Barlow made some pro-Israel posts
Then got a phone call, saying in hell she should roast.
"Eve Fartlow" on "X" was the trend many chose.
and Gifs her of her face with a big nose.
But in a way, that's OK, it's a kind of expression
But there were also lies and misdirection
Tweets were made in her name
saying racist things; in effect she was framed
Those tweets are all over, as if they were new
But liars despise those they lie to.
Do propagandists really have to lie?
If they have a case, perhaps explain why.
There's so much dishonesty that's been sowed
If you have no anchor, you go down the wrong road.
where *Sharia reigns
women are precious jewels
hide them from the world
let no other man behold
the diamond that you possess
guard that precious gem
her ovaries will get hurt
if she drives a car
yet Sharia will permit
your woman to be chauffeured
letting jewels drive
could lead to prostitution
yet young gems are mined
and driven to Syria
Al-Queda’s ruby pleasures
dancing in the rain
two Pakistani sisters
shame their family
honor killings rained bullets
on pearls that smile on YouTube
where education
is horribly unbalanced
Jihad goes crazy
a gem shot by fanatics
receives the Nobel Peace Prize
For Richard Lamoureux's Let's Talk About It Poetry Contest
*Sharia (Islam) the body of canonical law based on the Koran that lays down certain duties and penalties for Muslims
a five- tanka series done in traditional syllable count. (Well, I hope at least a few of them are decent tanka!)
Inspired by and Written 7/17/2015 for the Patriarchy Contest of Thomas Martin
To see the short dance of the Pakistani girls killed to save family "honor", please click on my link at the top.
Two black soul brothers
Standing on the corner
In front of Metro center
On a Friday night
In the heart of the new evil empire
The center of the beast
Hell Central
Preaching the word of god
The news of the end of the world
The proverbial end times
Were upon us and coming soon
The commuters, workers and bemused tourists
Walk on by the preacher men
Some pay attention, most walk on by
They did not want to hear
They did not understand
And the preacher man kept
Preaching the word of god
And no one paid any attention
None at all
God is going to punish us
God is coming soon
To punish the wicked and the evil
And to set things right
God is going to punish the U.S.
For its arrogance, hubris and hypocrisy
For its greed and evil
Disguised as saving the world
From the evil ones
God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way
And boy is he angry at us
At the entire human race
And God, let me tell yah
He ain't the wimpy, wampy pappy
White boy false god of the New Testament
The false deity that the evil Reverend Farwell
And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship
Hell no
God ain't that god
God is a mean, angry powerful God
The god of the Old Testament
The god of the Koran and the god of old
The god that man once feared
Yeah, I am talking about that god
Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names
The god that our ancestors feared
The real deal, and boy is he pissed off
And he is coming to set up straight
And send most of us straight to hell
Books to the library
photos to family.
Paint cans and lumber
from renovations years ago.
Most of the furniture
including the piano.
Fastest way to do this
is rent a dumpster.
On the internet
nothing’s permanent,
nothing's gonna happen.
Photosynthesis, evaporation
as if your spirit disappears
when the sun appears.
It’s a burden lifted
not to have to persevere.
Edits
for clarity
and brevity.
One owes the reader
a respite from
the tonnage of
fructifying English.
To drown one’s book is devoutly to be wished.
Coupla trumpets,
big comfy couch,
four beds and dressers
and the contents of closets.
Tools we don’t use,
surge protectors and chargers,
lawn and patio accoutrements,
table settings for ten.
Lamplit underground,
the stray branch,
synchronized chaos,
a red fez.
One canary,
map of Antarctica,
three deaf little otoliths,
six or seven sybils.
Extra salt and pepper shakers,
sharpies and crayons,
a printer and a scanner,
the Bible and Koran.
Kaput calculators and computers,
subscriptions and prescriptions,
a host of vitamins
and the ghosts of ancestors.
Time itself
but not nature.
Wealth
and most of culture
but not my health.
That I’ll keep,
and sleep—practice
for perfect rest.
Each day, a red sun arises from the emerald river,
In the acrobatic leap in the dark with watermelon smell.
In the evening, the pale moon it is dressed up in silver
By a dervish who changes it in a dome where he`ll dwell,
As prisoner of the unmovable being, just like Parmenides;
The moving sands of the desert covered old Coptic monasteries;
Between sky and sand, in old pajamas, the Sphinx and pyramids
Breathe with the slow motion of the camels in ancient reveries
About tears and saints in white tents with summer’s distillation left:
Koran’ effects unto communities’ lives with beauty were bereft.
Museums and parks-cemeteries and ritual prayers in bitter Cairo I meet:
Under One single eye, invisible stranger I rest, in the hot night’s street.
In the deserts of Arabia, Medina had many Hebrews
And Khaybar Oasis was full of farms run by Jews.
To this day Muslims shout Khaybar, defeating Jews hits a chord
Because Mohammed took both places by the power of the sword
After his death Muslim armies took more
Palestine, Syria, Turkey, and that just opened the door
Then they took parts of Persia and Central Asia, these fearsome men
It's hard to believe Egypt and North Africa were Christian back then
Muslims on a roll took Morocco, Algeria and Spain
They did this for the sake of Allah, not for monetary gain
They conquered much of the subcontinent, was it genocide?
Hindus, Sikhs, and Buddhists claim that millions died.
Today, Jihadists wage war from Nigeria to Mozambique
Islam is on the rise, other religions seem quite weak
You don't hear your local church crying for African dead
Their priorities are more parochial, even progressive instead.
Islam also spreads in peaceful ways, I don't want to deceive
Traders have spread the message of the prophet whom they believe
But what strikes me is that Muslims whose ancestors may have been Christians or Jews
When polled today, express missionary views.
It interesting too to see Islam collide with Chinese rule
The Uighurs are being digested; the process very cruel
Nonetheless, Iran and Pakistan all want China's aid
At least for now they're willing to make that moral trade.
History is often made by the tip of the spear
A minority of extremists can maintain and spread the fear
The Koran does say there is no compulsion in belief
But in practice, that Arabian gazelle has teeth.
Even here in the West, if you draw a blasphemous cartoon
Never mind paper freedoms, your end is likely soon.
I pray that you do not fall prey... Years of watching my people getting caught up in the snares of religious traps; Traps set to keep knee-grows on their knees and us impoverished people tied to the worship of the wealthy; "White Jesus concepts / White master" concepts.
No one has prayed harder and loved and sacrificed more than we have. And yet are we still grabbing at the straws. We had everything we needed and were in a rich land, where the God of creation had placed us. We foolishly welcomed in the devil Who came to steal, kill and destroy!
He has plundered the riches from your land and stolen our people. Now wants us to kiss the symbol of our own destruction; We are not innocent children anymore; We cannot afford to be as naïve as before; Stand up ye mighty PEOPLE and become men and women again.
We had our ways; Our ways were not their ways; They who despise us; Would they send their God to save us.? With the Bible in one hand- and the Koran in the other hand yet both their hands have despised and enslaved us. With what hand do we hold onto the God that made us in his own image, gave us his attributes, and placed us in Paradise as stewards of Paradise? And… with what hand do, we use to protect ourselves our families and our, land.?
With what hand do we use to record our own history and write our stories. He who has stolen your heart, has also stolen your dignity and love for self. There are only two kinds of Men in ‘’Mankind’’. Those who are righteous, and those who are unrighteous. You will distinguish them by their deeds, and not by their ‘’religions’’ or ‘’lack thereof.
How Religions Come to Pass
By Franklin Price
2/24/2015
It's interesting how religions are made to come to pass
Whether from a fortune teller's cards crystal ball or looking glass
From the Bible or the Koran from Jesus Christ Mohammed too
All it takes is one believing then convincing more anew
Establishing a following who have feelings they belong
And soon there's not just one or two they've turned into a throng
The recruitment of the grasping ones lost and wondering
Searching for some happiness a song that they can sing
You are my brothers and my sisters and if you will follow me
What I believe will save your soul for all eternity
Will resolve unanswered questions of what life is all about
Will fill your life with happiness and resolve your every doubt
Many sources offer this say we are the only way
You will be lost forever if you don't come with us today
Some do this with kindness while others threaten harm
Either way the choice is yours so I'm raising this alarm
Mankind is both blessed and cursed with much intelligence
Magnetic leaders right or wrong try to lead us through the fence
Evaluate the options and before you make a choice
Think about your fellow man and think about his voice
You have the right to happiness all others have it too
Choose a belief that honors that for those others could be you
Teachings that use violence to prove the words they say
Makes no sense to me at all should not be in the world today
Religion's for the living what it should offer to us all
Should be comfort when we're down and a pick up when we fall
Consideration for all others and to help our fellow man
If we believe and honor that we're really doing all we can
Choose a belief that gives you comfort and others the right to choose
What you believe should be your choice for you to win or lose
Although you may believe them wrong if they don't choose your way
It is their choice as it was yours we'll see who's right our dying day