Long Outsider Poems
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ive seen all the colours in my mirror
until they turned to black and white
never sure what to make of it
but i always knew it wasnt right
ive seen all the twisted wire
that entwined itself around
it was absurd to witness
as it crept without a sound
ive seen without a second thought
the people start to shift
the way they move to fit
like losing such a precious gift
ive seen the one who didnt go
who stood up through the crowd
this outsider was ignored
i guess he wasn't very loud
ive seen a change that never happened
and resolutions go undone
i wonder how this spool would spin
if it never had been spun
Form:
Hush! one whit elevation makes many,
Tislite born in Imilchil.
Who knows may write her own fate till her last day?
But only in a secret way.
Which can never be heard nor be told,
But Ait Hiddou and Ait Yaaza can only say.
It's been years since that day,
And now its time to play.
Waiting in the dark with grace of God,
She embraced herself with lights of hope,
Only fir the man whom her father chose.
The nature also knows that its time,
As she throws her rolls,
Only to know that it falls.
But it never happens as its a bliss,
Thats why we say,
That destiny is everybody's wish.
But Tislite was unique like her fate,
Only to make her fall once again.
When finally two stars crossed,
Making Isli and Tislite fall in love.
But their fate was sour,
As they were enemies flower.
Which made them alone and in despair.
Only for them to cry until their repair.
But once their tears formed lakes,
It was decided that Souk Amor Agdoud
N'Oulmghenni will be held once a year.
As a memory to those two legends,
Who died only to be together.
Since then November is the month,
Which happens to be the time,
For each and every Tislite and Isli,
To fall in love and be together forever,
So that the history would never repeat.
And the sound of revelry could be heard,
To those two legends,
Who changed the notion of Imilchil.
Hark! as its not over,
The story still has to be pulled over.
But what can I say,
As I'm an outsider.
Who knows only a way to be together?
Its been years since that fear.
The story that this place holds,
Is always told.
To those who do not bear,
The past and future of their tear.
Time changed air's desire,
But could not change lake's fire.
On their day,
Which is decorated with,
The smiles of Tislite and styles of Isli,
Jewelleries of hope and dresses of their own,
With eyes all around,
Walking within the crowd,
Only to find that one Isli,
To whom Tislite can say "Tq massa n uchemt".
and was bless to score a meeting with him
she noticed he didn't break his neck to seem
overly trhilled to meet her
she liked him
but thought nothing of the meeting
except for she was meeting a star.
He one the other hand thought she was beautiful
and her talents need honning
she lacked the ability to be famous
she rather be infamous and was unkind
to many of those who shared her life
he thought she was just a roughian woman
and months after meeting her
he wished to date her.
She thought being unkind and using an outsider
to guide her through would keep
his interest in her
the one thing he loved about her was she loved fragment oils
she made soap and lotions
and people loved her brand
she again caused drama with her way of selling
her products
instead of selling to impress the customers
she demanded them to go out of there way to find
her products showing her that they wanted her products
sales were low her moral was low
her partner made some decisions for her to get
her products in places where
people were willing to buy them
they were buying her stuff
and reselling them in farmers markets
and gift shops
sales sky rocketed.
She smiled but again use the opportunity to
undermine what she had already established
making it so the guy would need to talk to someone
about what she was doing she wanted
people to seem as she was someone
who was hard to handle
and her position in a relationship needed
others to keep her stable with her man
the stability of infidelity could humble him
they need to be humbled she once said
Fear of the Outsider, the interloper, the alien
Is as old as humanity itself.
Xenophobia doesn’t just apply to someone foreign
And “not like us”,
It applies to anyone who may threaten
Our way of life, the status quo, the norm
And way “it’s always been.”
From local bar to climbing crag, surfing beach,
Ghetto corner, and Union shop floor,
The locals, sometimes multigenerational deep,
Tend to claim their turf
With the worst of human qualities;
Fear and loathing
Sublimated into snide ostracism,
Backstabbing gossip and withering looks
If not fully expressed with seething hate
Slander, bullying and assault.
Meanwhile life goes on for the Xeno
Head down, eyes averted, pathways diverted,
While in their heart
They recognize the love their haters have
For their cherished way of life and ground
Is not exclusive
And no different from their own.
(9/6/25)
President Donald Trump
The voting was done,
and Donald Trump won.
So many are glad,
yet quite a few mad.
Voters have spoken...
fix what is broken,
and wipe the slate clean
though hard it may seem.
Democracy rules
to give us new tools
find creative ways
to better our days.
Oft old status quo
is no way to go.
Outsiders at times
can shape new designs
to better the plight,
and shed brighter light.
Think...Ronald Reagan...
values mistaken...
an outsider too,
despised by a few.
This Hollywood star
met President's bar
at last to become
a great number one.
Yet, Trump, right or wrong
is mocked by the throng;
no credit he wins
by those fake-news spins...
on what he's achieved,
they shape unperceived.
Okay, there are things
that agita brings,
and some just can stand
his tweets out of hand.
He is what he is...
perhaps too much fizz,
but gets the job done
and tells you he won.
Our nation at heart...
and zeal off the chart,
let's give him a break...
in backing, partake.
Unity's needed
peacefulness pleaded.
Let's give him a chance
with a cheerful stance.
November 12, 2016 (revised February 5, 2019)
For Contest, 'President Trump',
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
He was homeless it was plain to see
Down and out and at his lowest
In a sad state of indigent despair
There he stood a pathetic broken man
A shattered heart fragile most delicate
Defeated eyes crying sorrow unimaginable
An outsider would have to be harsh and obtuse
Not to be touched by such human tragedy
Not to recognize he’d been through devastation
Distress of the worst kind causing unbearable delirium
A pain egregious in the most agonizing way
How tragic that there’s no way to mediate
Between the sinister ghosts that haunt him
And any benevolent forces that beckon him
No way to consecrate this soul that seeks salvation
Lest say a prayer and bid him strength
AP: 1st place 2020, 3rd place 2020
Submitted on August 20, 2019 for contest EIGHT WORD CHALLENGE 9 sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 4TH
It is not just a name
She be like a goddess of true love
For her love was pure and true
Unwavering no wind to drift it astray
But where can I find her in this world
If not in books and movies only
Tell me where else I should search
And without hesitation I will hence fly
I think I should just go into the movies
To find a fairer match
And confess to her my deepest love
Then elope towards a knot to eternity
Really can you be true like Juliet
That we turn fate into destiny (tragedy into comedy)
In our version conquering death
Though a little longer it shall conquer us -all
I heard it from a certain movie
That it wasn't story of two lovers
It was about two stupid youths
Who failed to control their emotions and end up dead
I would love such a friend though
Who cannot control her emotions
Just for me her only true love
Shutting all Parises outsider her heart
I promise to be her true Romeo
Forgetting anything about Rosalines
Whom my heart in haste mistook
Till I discovered the true love of my heart
Living in an altered state, how did things become this way?
Raise your hand if you would like to speak;
And keep your butt glued to that seat
Many others live this way, but I can’t keep my mind at bay
Conforming to the rules they’d speak, like little puppets on a string
Passion growing in my feet, the fire burning takes my seat
As I’m standing, they say “sit down”
But all I ever hear are sounds
I never raise my hand to speak, disrespectful to say the least
I wonder if they’ll notice me;
A child who struggles with ADHD
I know I’ve always been this way, an outsider in a way
But look at me, I’m living free
And becoming what they never thought I’d be
Anecdote:
For a nuptial effort, I was editing a photograph, my former husband, and his two classmates, as we were proposing for one, not all of them!
Posters are problematic these days, with every hotline too!
Please ignore, once your own tire, is acted up.
It is conveying a symptom, an outlier or an eloquence.
Now give them a brake, as you are not an advertisement, here.
***Quantitative process of elimination (Poe),
how can you be a parable that you are not a hoopoe within? ****
"You are nagging too much, these days!"
The time, outspoken, looked into the eyes.
I am pieced off with Du'a and Gloria Anzaldu'a
I am Netherlands, perhaps Holland, Hall &, and yet Norway....
Now you popped out from nowhere, half-hearted and negated
(and said),
e will become gradually into E, and all I heard , perhaps,"Thou art a....!"
I foretold this must be an acne issue with hormone, either hyper, or hype-o
Now "Being" a rare loner lump some inside a prayer room, where shall I serve the Type-o?
The Imam simply withered away, yet his glory is not! On a Friday, even though, remembrance about,
But the sister theory is giggling and nagging around, anything, other than this, without outsider harbinger chariot!
As every should could, perhaps, whence the targeted e is a mere life, not a grandiose Neon God!
These are all "Bay leaf " shape poem, unequivocally true, for the bookmark of your "Al Quran-ul- Kareem" and "hadeeth"
Even though price variation, there is a "housekeeping should" of the reason behind, that you will be liable al through,
Lentil and Moong, Mosul, and other peas, all you will subtly be, a graceful Imam your self
You did not disgrace them, and you did not happen too!
I will urge the time, to declutter own whine, to serve the deepest strength, the other side of your Chromebook screen
Or else, I will be a mere outlier quantitative with crispy onion, for lentil, alfalfa, already piled up algae enigmatic scene
Your work talks there, not your mannerism or coy word, lucrative, adjective or precisely so!
First 'be'! A distilled water bottle in calling for reverie, once rational, for any book, any letter too!
1:38 PM
9-5-2024
Paulo Coelho - a great writer
He was not only a writer of faith
But also a pilgrim and alchemist
His words have a message
Messages in which defined a great secret
From the secrets in which transform a person's life with one's own rewards and harmonies
To the secrets in which discovers another person's hidden betrayal
Paulo Coelho - a great writer
He was not only a writer of God
But also an outsider and foreigner
His words have meanings
Meanings in which are defined in a mysterious way
From the path of a fifth mountain and the flowing rivers
Even the path of the desert treasures and a winter's death
Paulo Coelho - a great writer
He was not only a writer of life
But also an warrior and winner
His books have a destiny
Destinies in which are defined in an amazing description
From knowing the battles for happiness and triumphs
To knowing the feelings of a love so deep and forbidden
The legend of his great adventures
The pleasures of enjoying the endless madness
Through the eyes of the thoughtful person
We've come to know the great legend of Paulo Coelho