Long Pashto Poems
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I am proud I'm not a Trump supporter.
And minding my own business, not like a reporter.
I've always been proud and I'm not sure why.
Sometimes I'm not sure why I even try.
I am proud that I'm Red* and Evie's kid.
I'm proud and love my grand niece Sid.
I am not comfortable saying these things aloud.
I know I have an ego, it's not that I'm proud.
I am not crazy about this task.
What were you thinking that you would ask?
I guess I don't have much to be proud of.
All that I've ever wanted is to rise above.
So to say what I am proud of.
Maybe it's my desire to truly love.
And to give everyone a fair shake.
I guess I am proud for Pete's sake.
*Red is my Dad's nickname, not red as in political. And what side of the aisle I am on is not relevant to this poem. <3 :)
Silent Lies
Silent lies
Silent tries
Silent deceptions upon the meek
Blaming Yahudi or any others of different speak
Whoever doesn’t subscribe to propaganda’s blubber
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
False accusations
False assumptions
Defiling peace, a sad interruption
Deception is the tool of the propaganda’s fool
Silent lies, yet on and on do they try
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
Hiding behind his many monikers and dark lit screens
Many of us are crying cause one of us is lying
Hate wrapped in well wishes
Love wrapped in ancient vendettas
Deception hiding in his own confessions
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
While the sickness spreads upon her breast
Silent ones, wandering along the poetic path
Seeking brides with beauty to accept both cane and wrath
Deception and lies all dancing in the rain
Once bitten, most lovers know never to take that train
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
Never praise the fool
Never kill the gardener
The ancients lost their wisdom
Repeat not the tribulations of the Iraq
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
Silent lies, truth cries
Silent ghosts, phantoms dance
Deception mixed in romance
Fools mange the mirage of silent lies
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
Pink Is Having a Moment
with
the new pink cricket ball,
pink soccer boots,
Yes, it's True Folks! It's a fair game!
But,
no World Cup team
is clad in pink—
they think it's too tame,
or maybe too bold,
a distraction
which amounts to the same.
Pink in fashion
is always arriving fresh,
and returning.
In nature, though,
it's as old as a daybreak
and twice as enduring.
Pink panthers,
pink flamingos,
pink slips, pink gin,
pink carnations in a lapel,
powdered pink wigs on
pink elephants after midnight,
drifting through Versailles
in clouds of rose-red perfume mist;
gate-crashing catwalks,
then riding away
in the Shock of the New—
A Shiny Pink Cadillac.
But don't expect
the pink moment,
to last very long.
It'll be left
as a glinting hint
subdued in the background.
Blushing in sunsets,
hiding in seashells,
lounging lazily
inside ripe watermelons,
lingering in galloping galahs,
coral reef fish fins flaps,
and the inner demure curves
of a conch shell.
It will fade from fashion
around the end of July.
Pink's moment will pass.
Yet, somewhere, out there—
A rose will ignore them,
a flamingo will stand on one leg,
and the evening sky
will blush
without permission!
and
the world will discover
Pink isss It!
all over again.
The Condition of My Heart
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
There's no need for anyone else to get excited:
The condition of my heart is not the condition of hers.
But were we to receive any sort of good news, Munir,
How spectacular compared to earth's mundane sunsets!
***
Mystery
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
She was a mystery:
Her lips were parched ...
but her eyes were two unfathomable oceans.
***
I continued delaying ...
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I continued delaying ...
the words I should speak
the promises I should keep
the one I should dial
despite her cruel denial
I continued delaying ...
the shoulder I must offer
the hand I must proffer
the untraveled lanes
we may not see again
I continued delaying ...
long strolls through the seasons
for my own selfish reasons
the remembrances of lovers
to erase thoughts of others
I continued delaying ...
to save someone dear
from eternities unclear
to make her aware
of our reality here
I continued delaying ...
Keywords/Tags: Munir Niazi, Urdu, Punjabi, translation, Pakistan, Lahore, love, love hurts, heart, heartbreak, condition, mystery, pashto, relationship, delay, delays, delaying
There's...
america
anniversary
art
autumn
anxiety
best friend
betrayal
birth
and the beach
candy
car
city
celebrity
devotion
desire
depression
destiny
education
engagement
emo
and eulogy
future
funeral
farm
funny love
gothic
girlfriend
grief
and growing up
hair
hip hop
hockey
hilarious
immigration
inspiration
islamic
innocence
january
jewish
jobs
don't forget jesus
kiss
kindergarten
along with
kid
london
loss
lonely
and lyric
may
me
math
then there's marriage
new york
new year
nonsence
nostalgia
old
october
obituary
onomatopoeia
places
plants
pashto
and poetess
race
rap
rainbow
rainforest
space
spanish
spiritual
with success
teenage
tiger
trust
technology
vacation
volleyball
vogon
visionary
war
water
women
and even write
but for the life of me
I can't find one category
for a poem on pie!
Peace is possible. Let's embrace it fully and globally.
Note: The symbols for other languages will show up as ?.
Peace
By Michelle Morris
28/01/2023
Peace is possible
It isn't just a symbol
We need to embrace it
Within ourselves
Between each other
Between our nations
Whatever language we choose
Let us choose peace
Arabic (Chad, Sudan, Syria)
Salam
????
Bengali (Bangladesh)
??????
Santi
Chinese
Hépíng
??
English (South Sudan)
Peace
French (Burkina Faso, Burundi, Central African Republic, Chad, France, Republic of Congo)
Paix
German
Frieden
Hebrew
???????
Italian
Pace
Japanese
Heiwa
??
Pashto (Afghanistan)
????
Persian
???
Russian
???
Mir
Somali
Nabad
Afrikaans (South Africa)
Vrede
Spanish
Paz
Ukrainian
???
Myr
Xhosa (South Africa)
Uxolo
Zulu (South Africa)
Ukuthula
If I keep saying it in as many languages as possible, maybe it will reverberate through the Universe and people might embrace inner peace, and start to treat each other better
Peace be with you and in you
Peace be with me and in me
Peace be with us and in us
Peace is possible
Let's embrace it fully and globally
Let us embrace it together
Now
Blessings, love and light
© Michelle Morris, 2023
For their roar is never heard
Be their roar , be their pride , be their light , be their guide in every stride
Be their strength , be their wavelength
Be their for them to vent ,
A safe space to their hearts intent
Be their frequency , be their rhyme
Be their mime and chime in time
Be their harmony embracing and racing through their garden of opportunity
Be their umbrella , be their shadow,
to their open sky they seek the opportunity window,
Be their guardrails , yet their freedom too
The world feels safe when held by you
Be there to care for they matter
Be there , be there, just be there when their dreams shatter
When broken pieces is all that they see be their vision of art their ecstasy
Be there for their ups and downs as they see saw in mere life’s playground
Be there when you can for time is dear life disappears before it appears