Long Medina Poems
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Where is this? Are we on Mars?
America – just count the stores,
capitalist carnivores.
That so-familiar movie score,
the swish of passing cars.
The city built on Brotherly Love
(Wells Fargo, Fitch and Abercrombie)
at the mercy of Pam Bondi
- was that a person, or a zombie? –
What was Madison thinking of?
Car’s no use: no place to park it.
Arrested at a funeral home.
No gravel pits, no air, no loam
- eat your heart out, Kristi Noem
(Checks Cashed Here, Medina Market)
Can this be noon? It feels like night.
What are these groupings? Hangouts? Dives?
They’re ganglions? They’re human hives?
Squandered talent, wasted lives.
Subway line blocks out the light.
Sidewalk garbage. Mostly men.
That hokey old verbal agility,
“insure domestic tranquillity”
correctional facility
for the heirs of William Penn.
Human beings are detritus
(Lifetime Nails, Olympic Sports):
To clean it up, we use the courts
Perhaps we ought to build more forts
- and thus our id comes back to bite us.
Summer day; Chittagong, Bangladesh
Though there is no difficulty for the holy Fasting
The sun in its usual service
From our concrete life, global warming kidnaps jovial motion of the wind
Winter is far away from the spring
The hotness kills the charming face of the rebirth of love season
Warmest weather engraves its gravity
He was on the bed of illness for the old age disease
The sweat of working shades its drop from every pore of the skin
Tears and sweats merge align on moaning news
Wind in shocking; no tranquil breeze
No birds there are without urbane crows; cawing sounds
Tired leaves and tree in numbness
Karnafully River flows on lame
The path of the city wraps up the warmest dust
as if all are going on lament fully around of eyesight
In my hearing, a sound is ringing -
“No more he the pioneer of Sunniat in Bangladesh”
In my hand no knowledge to his great wisdom
In my heart no love as like as he has for the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)
In my eyes no taste and eager as like as he has for the holy Medina City
In my clothes has a trap of ego but he is free of any showing for the surrendered peace
Here I do not come but his love brings me onto his merciful knees of knowledge
Here I do not come but his politeness behavior fetches me onto his beautiful smiling
Here I do not come but his spiritual wisdom opens all door of love for me like recalcitrant spirit
O’ gone; you’ve gone on the scorching sunshine
but your spiritual face teaches me to live in love shrine
You’ve gone to keep behind me like a lover as an orphan
Tell me –how can I divide the love for the human
Love you; love you more
Certainly, God opens His merciful door
God will give you the place under the shadow of His throne
That’s why here I shut the eye door of meaningless moan
-May 13, 2019 Chattogram
An Oblation On Allam Nurul Monawar RA, Chittagon, Bangladesh
Two of us on a sixties hippie trip
to see if our gears would slip or mesh
innocent but wary yet wide-eyed
to the Imperial city of Marrakech
she perfumed with patchouli
me I traveled totally tie-dyed
all around was peace and love
we teamed to a tee and seemed
a fit the perfect hand in glove
but not long later it was deemed
as it was commonplace to see
in the medina not strapped for cash
kif from the Rif sellers
in the souk smoking hash
the country lacked law and order
no sooner said than escorted
back to Ceuta across the border
funny now in retrospect but not then
how when we blew out on the Sirocco
tho' we hadn't gone so far as the kasbah or bazaar
were deported without ceremony from Morocco
A region of large treasury covered by sand
most massive in the Middle Eastern geography
and a peninsula, known to be the world’s largest
is the origin to the fastest growing faith
and a home sustained by absolute monarchy
Conservative ideology, well crafted into lifestyle
diffusing such through the medium of horses,
and exoticism well symbolized by camels
with Mecca and Medina the center of its holy shrines
It may be the last follower of women political empowerment,
the world’s largest domain without flowing water,
or a fighter to alcoholism, birth control and homosexuality
but not left behind in technological adventures.
Beauty and strength, lies in this kingdom of Arabia.
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.
In Kyoto's gardens, cherry blossoms fall ??
Like delicate snowflakes, ethereal, beyond all
Sakura's pink, a fleeting sigh, pure delight ??
Beauty born, lost in morning's golden, radiant light
From Tuscany's hills, cypress trees ascend ??
To Santorini's sea, waves whisper, secrets send
Golden light, a moment's ecstasy, heart's refrain ??
Wind whispers truths, echoes of timeless, sweet strain
In Marrakez's medina, gold threads weave fine ??
Weaving stories, whispers, mystic, scented vine
Muezzin's call slows heartbeats, soul's true, inner pace ???
Impermanence reveals life's hidden, precious space
In Rio's samba, hearts beat fast, joyful fire ??
Carnival's moment, fleeting, pure desire
Fleur de rêve blooms, fades, yet leaves a trace ??
In goodbye, new dawn gleams, with promise, love's warm, gentle face
Moments linger, like autumn's last, golden kiss ??
Echoes of what was, whispers of what is
In impermanence, beauty's subtle, secret might ??
A fleeting dream, a memory, a whispered, heartfelt night.
Assalamu Alayka by Aliza Kashmala Kiran
My eyes are full of longing
And they have shed tears due to missing Taiba (Medina)
So,I came to visit my Beloved
calm down,my heart,and be gentle!
send salutations upon Muhammad.
My heart is so full of longing
I wish to be close to my Beloved
I dream to walk in the streets of Medina
And to quench the thirst of my spirit
By visiting you, O Muhammad
Assalamu Alayka ya,ya Rasool Allah (salutations upon you O Messenger of Allah)
Assalamu Alayka ya Habibi,ya Nabiyya Allah (salutations upon you my Beloved,O prophet of Allah)
ya Rasool Allah (O Messenger of Allah).
I left all my troubles and worries
As I entered your mosque so gently
And as I finally stood there before you
I couldn't stop my tears from falling
In your presence, O Muhammad
O Taiba, your breeze is so blessed
Indeed it brought life back to my spirit
I've left my heart with my Beloved
Sending blessings on Muhammad
O Taiba, your breeze is so blessed
Indeed it brought life back to my spirit
I have left my heart with my Beloved
Sending blessings on Muhammad
A heart that is attached to the Absolute Truth (Allah)
And that began to glow in the cave of hira
crying and asking His Creator
So,when revelation came to him,he shone
Read ,O Muhammad,Read!
O Taiba(Medina) I came to you sick from longing
Full of Love for the Messenger of Allah
My soul is settled in the Rawdha(prophet's grave)
And resided beside our guide(Muhammad).
Assalamu Alayka ya,ya Rasool Allah (salutations upon you O Messenger of Allah)
Assalamu Alayka ya Habibi,ya Nabiyya Allah (salutations upon you my Beloved,O prophet of Allah)
ya Rasool Allah (O Messenger of Allah).
Assalamu Alayka by Aliza Kashmala Kiran
My eyes are full of longing
And they have shed tears due to missing Taiba (Medina)
So,I came to visit my Beloved
calm down,my heart,and be gentle!
send salutations upon Muhammad.
My heart is so full of longing
I wish to be close to my Beloved
I dream to walk in the streets of Medina
And to quench the thirst of my spirit
By visiting you, O Muhammad
Assalamu Alayka ya,ya Rasool Allah (salutations upon you O Messenger of Allah)
Assalamu Alayka ya Habibi,ya Nabiyya Allah (salutations upon you my Beloved,O prophet of Allah)
ya Rasool Allah (O Messenger of Allah).
I left all my troubles and worries
As I entered your mosque so gently
And as I finally stood there before you
I couldn't stop my tears from falling
In your presence, O Muhammad
O Taiba, your breeze is so blessed
Indeed it brought life back to my spirit
I've left my heart with my Beloved
Sending blessings on Muhammad
O Taiba, your breeze is so blessed
Indeed it brought life back to my spirit
I have left my heart with my Beloved
Sending blessings on Muhammad
A heart that is attached to the Absolute Truth (Allah)
And that began to glow in the cave of hira
crying and asking His Creator
So,when revelation came to him,he shone
Read ,O Muhammad,Read!
O Taiba(Medina) I came to you sick from longing
Full of Love for the Messenger of Allah
My soul is settled in the Rawdha(prophet's grave)
And resided beside our guide(Muhammad).
Assalamu Alayka ya,ya Rasool Allah (salutations upon you O Messenger of Allah)
Assalamu Alayka ya Habibi,ya Nabiyya Allah (salutations upon you my Beloved,O prophet of Allah)
ya Rasool Allah (O Messenger of Allah).
Manifest Destiny
by Michael R. Burch
When you were in my house
you were not free—
in chains bound.
Manifest Destiny?
I was wrong;
my plantation burned to the ground.
I was wrong.
This is my song,
this is my plea:
I was wrong.
When you are in my house,
now, I am not free.
I feel the song
hurling itself back at me.
We were wrong.
This is my history.
I feel my tongue
stilting accordingly.
We were wrong;
brother, forgive me.
Originally published by Black Medina
NOTE: I wrote this poem when I had a home-based software business and had hired two fine young black men as programmers. They both had keys to my house and I was a minority in my own company. That seems like progress but still doesn't begin to atone for the horrors of slavery.
Blue sky forms the fortress of their world
I can picture them- the ebony and white
velvet stripes, the arch of necks, the
flint-edged hooves
Beneath the weather-regimented trees
they gather in the heat- to rest
Heat waves and the dreaded grunt of beasts of prey
then the hegira, enmasse
following
the calling of the rain
a vital splash of life-
they heed the voices
of the seasons change- along the hidden
pathways of
the sun browned plains
Suzanne Delaney
he•gi•ra also he•ji•ra (hi-ji'r?, hej'?r-?)
n.
1. A flight to escape danger.
2. also Hegira The flight of Muhammad from Mecca to Medina in 622 A.D., marking the beginning of the Muslim era.
[Medieval Latin, from Arabic hijra, emigration, flight, from hajara, to depart.]