Long Malik Poems
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Ever since we first crossed
each other's paths,
And our eyes met,
The sun and the moon
became my eyes,
Now I see you all the time
no matter where ever you are.
The wind whispers the straits
of your listless heart,
And the vigorous waves
bring ashore your news from afar.
Yet my heart is sorrowful
lamenting your absence,
I see you every where
but you are not in my arms,
The flower-laden boughs betray
the sweet fragrance of your tresses
But I cannot smell
the scent of your body.
Oh, no heart should ache with longing,
No hurt should go too deep.
Either you intoxicate me
with your ethereal beauty,
Or strike me down to dust.
For my love is my faith,
My faith is my belief,
My belief is my worship,
My worship is my salvation,
My salvation is my immortality,
My immortality is the divine consciousness.
Note: Jalal al-din Rumi is one of the world's
most revered mystical poets. He was a religious ecstatic and
an enraptured poet who invented the famous whirling,
circling dance of the Mevlevi Dervishes.
~Abdul Malik / 5/6/15
~Your Favorite poem contest by Judy Konos
I worry for the future
disappointed in these power games
those in charge play yet never suture.
They seem to act maliciously
for the populace but for themselves
they alone are all that matter ambitiously.
What of the common man or woman
the average Jane, Jose, Mark and Malik
who struggle everyday just to be citizen most human?
The power mongers say quite bold and loudly
they feel the heartbeat of the masses
while satisfying their wants unashamed and proudly.
Nothing changes
or if it does it has miniscule effect
evaporating in the non-contritional rhetoric.
Republican or Democrat policies assume
they are truly donkeys and elephants
in the senate and congressional rooms.
Alt rights or alt lefts and conservative liberals
lay in the backgrounds shouting and screaming
foul play as if they were pseudo embedded federals.
All the while these decision makers
grow wealthier hiding their greed
and displaying egos as the sole givers and takers.
I have lost faith's blade
in every word each repetitiously and gratuitously speak
and see the coming years as promise lost to the lathe.
I worry for the futures yet to come
the generations left with this foolishness to expunge
how will history record the age of America undone?
You gave my heart and soul a lift;
a secret angel sent a gift.
Who is this fine, kind poet friend,
to me, paid membership extend?
To Premium was made the shift;
You gave my heart and soul a lift.
Now as a poet I can grow;
use audio, let pictures show.
I wish to thank you...him or her,
to know your name, I would prefer.
You gave my heart and soul a lift.
in this great 'soup' I'll swim and drift.
Oh, thank you, angel, very much!
Your heartfelt gift, I now will clutch;
thru rhythmic words and meters sift.
You gave my heart and soul a lift.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Anonymous Angels
Sponsor: Yazmin Malik
Judged: 05/07/2018
My poem is fictional because I never received an anonymous gift from a
person. So I wrote how I would feel if I had received an anonymous Poetry Soup Premium Membership as a gift.
Yesterday before I went up to bed
I noticed an email that I hadn't read
It was from Soup thanking me
For sending them the PM fee
It must be a mistake or so I thought
They sent me something that I haven’t bought
I thought about what I would say
And email them the very next day
I told a friend what the email said
And read her response before going to bed
She said that she was happy for me
You've had a gift; someone’s paid your fee
Whoever you are you've made my day
I’m lost for words don’t know what to say
Your very kind and generous act
Will stay with me and that’s a fact.
Thank you.
Written 6th March 2018
For anonymous angels contest sponsored by Yasmin Malik.
The day I died I smiled,
This was the day I waited for
from the day I was born
Now I’ll go to heaven
and meet my eternal God,
I’ll meet beautiful fairies and
hobnob with the angels divine.
I’ll stay away from the tree of knowledge,
and adamantly deny the devil’s design--
Dah! Just wouldn’t eat the fruit of this tree
for I have the free will on my side
and privy I am to Adam and Eve’s plight.
But in the midst of nowhere I stood still
Dumbfounded like in a twilight zone
with not a stirring soul in sight;
It wasn’t heaven but not hell alright!
Now who said it was all honey and milk?
Has he seen it firsthand I was beginning to think?
No wind, no sky, not even a wisp of cloud,
No howling spirits or a jubilant crowd;
Hello!!! I let out a resounding shout,
Hello, anybody there I cried out?
Now without a body, no mind, no heart,
Just a spirit I was beginning to fall apart.
There was this one yawning void
Absolute darkness, absolute quiet,
There were no eyes for me to see
There were no ears to hear,
Just an oppressive nothingness by far—
No desires, no aspirations,
No goals, no directions,
No love, no hate, no anger,
Neither kith and kin nor a stranger.
Overwhelmed by a feeling of nostalgia
I turned around with a pressing urge
to get home and with my body merge.
Oh, how I miss the ocean and the fresh air
And my kindred souls to love and care--
Ha! Here is my heaven and here’s my hell
The only place that exists now I know well.
~Abdul Malik / 11/26/15
I went to Heaven contest by Laura Urbaniak
Bestowed with life by One powerful Divine
Gracious with His love scintillating shine
I traverse roads: rose and weeded grounds
Flaming with a soldier's will to expound
From dawn begins my journey til sun sets
So many roads bided, my ownself to sweat
Courage bullets, I fire and fire
Pursuing success my ringing desire
Wait! hold on,don't go fast, echoes
Rush runs may thud a sporadic tempo
I have seen caterpillars dying as butterflies
Buds bloom, spreading aroma, by-and-by
The angelic aroma invites prosperity brush
It's rouge shows maturation like royal flush
Bravely. I go forth to reach every dream
Conquering beyond foggy upstream
If my own-self, a rebellion, resisting me
Earthquake moan to call a break-free.
Kaleidoscope faces became my preachers
A halo or a tail experience: my teachers
Tricky battalion of pressures stressing
Yet, camouflage trials bomb to blessings
Rewarding me with laughter and tears
Adding tons of memories to my years
Evolving beautiful to each season stir
Wisdom and love, now, my own myrrh
If I shall die this very day,
I hope my legacy not a dismay...
(C) Olive Eloisa and Malik Yaseen
9:38pm
September 23, 2014
¦¦¦ masks and metamorphoses of ¦¦¦¦¦ Native Son
¦¦¦
¦¦¦ icy evil ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ravished ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ into madness
trapped ¦¦¦ in violence of a punished self
struggling to break free.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
he fled his name, became the quarry of
his own obsessed pursuit.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ swinging those chicks
in the hot rose and reefer glow.
His injured childhood bullied him.
He skirmished ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ cannibal flowers of the American Dream--
but could not hurt the enemy
powered against him there.
(Blackout of El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz (Malcolm X) by Robert Hayden)
Many, many years ago I was given a wonderful gift,
it is very precious and I will consider it a treasure forever;
it was a Lifetime Membership for Poetry Soup,
imagine my joy and my gratitude at this anonymous present.
I can tell you- that it has changed me in fathomless ways,
with this gift I have learned how to write my poetry;
this is the best writing school ever and I am growing,
this anonymous person knew that I had potential.
Writing in the sand thank you is just not enough,
writing in the sky is nothing for my gratitude is so great;
the only way I can repay this selfless act is to give,
and to grow as a poet and show that this gift was not wasted.
I will admit to you that in time, I knew my benefactor,
this angel who now resides above- a true angel;
one day we will meet at Heaven's golden gateway,
and then I can hug her and kiss her and say thank you, thanks
for changing my life . . .
____________________________
April 27, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Thank you, Thanks
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1017-381-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Anonymous Angels
sponsor, Yazmin Malik
Ninth Place
In life you set limits
And you live by those limits—
Sometimes you are better off,
Sometimes you suffer.
Can you have more fun?
Live a little more if you
step out of bounds once in a while?
Be more adventurous?
A tad more notorious?
Walk in the shadows,
Walk the back alleys
every now and then?
Everyone has to make
that choice on his own,
Everyone invariably pays a price.
Life's lived within the limits,
But the spirit to survive is boundless,
Mind binds us in mysterious knots
Only heart trespasses all limits,
Hope traverses the uncharted realms
And flight of imagination soars to heavens!
Hate transcends all boundaries
So does revenge,
Man’s hunger for war is limitless
So is the longing for peace,
Love surpasses all!
Sin descends to the bottomless pit,
Envy broaches all limits,
Only justice dwells within the bounds,
And so does faith and family.
Limits contest by Chase Trevi
~Abdul Malik, 08/02/15
I'll pack my things
and walk away,
Yeah, I'll go away
never to return,
I'll not turn around
ever to look back,
If you tell me but once,
You love me no more
That you need me no more!
Somewhere yonder
when the sun sets for the day
And the weary souls
head home to rest,
I will roam alone with
the footloose moon
across desolate plains,
And I'll wonder --
Will you call me back soon?
Riding on the wings
of the wayward wind,
I'll traverse distant shores,
But whenever
a gust of sprightly wind
sweeps past you
I'll be passing by,
And I'll wonder --
Will you forget me by and by?
Abdul Malik 06/26/2015
"Is there something you
want to tell me" contest by Judy Konos