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Little Laila was on overnight visits to Grandma
Early in the morning Grandma made Sunday breakfast
Little Laila came into the kitchen where the smell of
freshly cooked coffee, freshly baked bread....and "boiled egg"
Little Laila does not like eggs....and says to her Grandma
"I do not want eggs - do not like eggs"
But Grandma had not boiled eggs
she had farted and it smelled like eggs
Grandma got a good laugh
And I hope you will laugh at this too.... :)
True story
09.06.2012
Anne-Lise Andresen :)
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(5th in the contest)
Poet's Note:
_Written in the Stars_ is inspired by the Arabic tale of Majnun, whose real name was Qais. Driven mad by love for Laila, he was cast out and stoned, yet never stopped searching. This poem connects that ancient grief to the modern song _In the Stars_ — exploring how true love, when denied on earth, finds its home in the sky, in memory, and in eternity.
Written in the Stars
They called me Majnun. "The Mad One."
For love had burned my name away.
Qais was gone. All that remained
Was a man who prayed her name each day.
I first saw Laila —
Sun hiding shy behind the clouds,
A face of diamond, bright and clear,
A smile that scattered stars through crowds.
The desert wind would dance and spin
With golden dust across the plain.
I walked it barefoot, body torn,
Stone-thrown and branded by their shame.
They said "Forget her. She is not yours."
So I learned to speak to skies instead.
For drought could not unmake my bones,
But her absence threatened to leave me dead.
I searched for Laila in the dust
Of broken vows and empty tents.
In eyes of strangers wearing her name,
In every sigh the evening sent.
One glance. That’s all it took, my love —
And my soul left my body with joy.
The world called madness. I called truth.
A fire no tribe could destroy.
We were forbidden here on earth,
So Heaven wrote us up above.
Look up tonight.
Two distant stars
That never touch, but share one love.
That is us.
That is "In the Stars."
A love that death could not erase —
Only lift to a wider space.
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Laila, O Laila,
I am dam beautiful woman, such a loving one,
that everyone wants to meet me alone.
whomsoever I see with smiling face,I make them forget the world,
I make them a crazy lover like majnu,
I am such a loving dam beautiful woman.
How are these moments,
which are so beautiful,
what is this loving signs that my eyes telling me about my own love story,
You have arrived here for me,
how do I believe this..
My heart is saying,
that I should touch you and check that you are here for my real love.
Laila, O Laila,
I am dam beautiful woman, such a loving one,
that everyone wants to meet me alone.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
So you call yourself a rhymer,
you’re nothing but a social climber.
I got better rhymes than you in my sleep.
If you come my way accept your defeat.
I will challenge any male or female.
You're wearing the title belt now,
but look at your opponents.
Step up to me and I will knock you out,
haven't you heard about me I got clout.
I got verses and rhymes that will make your head spin,
step in the ring with me, I know for a fact that I'll win.
I ain't what you call no chump,
you’ll fall on your rump.
Listen up you brag to much,
and I got the Midas touch.
I’m the modern day Shakespeare,
someone that you just fear.
I pack a mean punch,
I’ll send you out to lunch.
Just call me Laila Ali
“I be stinging”
And zzzz’s is what you’ll
be singing.
Like us all poets, we are all the same humankind,
Our thoughts have no boundaries, no limitations,
We may be bound by the different virtues and vices in life,
But we all seek the same truth in love and sorrows of our life.
Sometimes our poem gets read by a few, sometimes no one cares,
Sometimes we get praised by fellow poets, sometimes we get
scorned,
Sometimes we feel elated with the honors bestowed, sometimes
we are left in our lonesome world,
But all the time, our mind and pen write the songs of our heart.
Of love, so many of us wrote, the saga of Romeo and Juliet and
Laila and Majnu,
our hearts bled with the sting of cupid arrow; our soul found refuge
in the eternal love,
In loneliness, our heart was on fire with longings as flame,
In desperation love appeared on every drop of our tear drops.
Of truth, every poet of every religion and culture wondered, what
was it?
Some found it in their favorite places, some found it in true love,
some found it within themselves, some found it in the beauty of
nature,
The truth lies in all of us, reveal it through love and compassion.
WORDS
Words I speak,
Spring comes, cool breeze flow
conveying the message of peace
with a pleasant and perfumed blow.
Flowers blossom with redolent fumes.
Butterflies worried for their marriage
inviting friends,with paused tune.
Linda, Sandra dress up nice,
Jean, James come with smile,
Andrea, Anne please come in time,
Devnath, don't forget your camera mobile.
Let us rush to Laila Garden, to enjoy
the decoration arranged by spring
the fragrance, main dish of party
served by pleasant wind.
Come with me to bless the couples.
Flowers are brides, butterflies are grooms.
Grass hoppers are there
to welcome us, with melodious tune.
As a beautiful tent, trees stand strong
wearing emerald crown.
To ensure our comfort, earth covered it's surface
with carpet of grass, mild golden green.
I know, you all came with gift
to show your stardom.
Don't worry, I am here
please handed it over to me
without any confusion.
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Written on 29th April, 2016
A very famous champion,
an inspiring enthusiastic man was he
Who has now departed , yet is quoted,
for many pearls of wisdom
Vociferous king ,
of the boxing ring
A sports star
And such a sport too.
A motivating peace star who shot up to deserved stardom
The earth be proud of such mortal "clay"
Who swayed and reigned hearts,
as well as the pugilist's kingdom
Notes: about the boxing Great:
These below are the selected facts about Muhammad Ali that I personally found very interesting:
First of all that he had the same birthday as my beloved bro Alihur i.e 17th Jan,
The info below is copied from Wikipedia:
Muhammed Ali Clay
Other names
The Greatest
The People's champion
The Louisville lip
Children9, including Laila Ali2]
Awards
5 time Ring magazine fighter of the year3-time lineal heavyweight championSports Illustrated 'Sportsman of the Century'BBC 'Sports Personality of the Century'CSHL Double Helix Medal Honoree (2006)Presidential Citizens MedalPresidential Medal of Freedom[4]International Boxing Hall of Fame[5]Hollywood Walk of Fame[6]
Cassius Clay was born and raised inLouisville, Kentucky, and began training as anamateur boxer when he was 12 years old. At 18, he won a gold medal in the light heavyweight division at the 1960 Summer Olympics in Rome, and converted to Islam shortly afterwards. At 22, he won the WBAand WBC heavyweight titles from Sonny Liston in 1964. Clay then changed his legal name from Cassius Clay, which he called his "slave name", to Muhammad Ali, and gave a message of racial pride for African Americans and resistance to white domination during the 1960s Civil Rights Movement.[12][13]
He was known to for freestyled with rhyme schemes and spoken word poetry, boxing and as political poetry for his activism,
My daughter`s budgie "Sissie" died a late night
The next morning I told her that "Sissie" was dead
With tears on her eyes and cheeks, she asked her mom
- Is "Sissie" in heaven with God and grandmother ?
- Yes, she is with God, grandmother and the angels
I answer her
Surprised at this answer, my daughter investigate
whether it was true
She walks into the room where the cage with
the budgie used to stand
After a short while, she runs back to mom....
- Mom, mom.... God has not only taken "Sissie"
- God has taken the cage too
This is a true story - - - from gold child`s mouth
dedicated to: Laila A.Mjelde
10.05.2012
A-L Andresen :9
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She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She rocks like Tina
She rolls like Donna
She entertains like Diana
She cures like Maria
She paints like Edmonia
She kicks like Mia
She runs like Wilma
She throws like Lisa
She boxes like Laila
She dances like Anna
She skates like Surya
She invents like Patricia
She revolts like Angela
She influences like Condoleezza
She paints like Edmonia
She smiles like Mona Lisa
She loves like a mother
She protects like a tiger
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like momma.
Dear readers, you can add more
A natural woman is never poor
Please, beloved friends, be kind
To come up with more in your mind
She tumbles like Simone
She philosophizes like Simone
She quilts like Betsy
She laughs like Whoopi
She jokes like Leslie
She sings like Marie
She speed skates like Maame
She flies like Mae
She exercises like Gabby
She educates like Mary
She fights like Dorothy
She explores like Stephanie
She sounds like Winnie
She creates like Margaret
She dares like Harriet
She runs like Marion
She entertains like Josephine
She legislates like Maxine
She sows like Catherine
She teaches like Gwendolyn
She lifts like Ernestine
She acts like Diahann
She reports like Diane
She speaks like Michelle
She is serious like Michelle
She is strong like Althea
She is talented like Augusta
She is defiant like Cicely
She is brave like Shirley
She is normal like Marilyn
She is fearless like Maxine
She is relaxed like Rosa
She is inquisitive like Barbara
She challenges like Phyllis
She swings like Chris
She plays like Alice
She is talented like Venus
She is pretty like a flower
And she is like our mother.
A natural woman is not perfect
She deserves honor and respect
She needs love everyday
From trouble, she never runs away
Please add more to this poem
And do not curse or blaspheme
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like our mama.
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Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.