Long Pashto Poems
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Precious Jewel of the North,
Here's your General who stands tall,
I am your Leader, a poet to all,
Free Thou Self, Listen to Crucem's Call!
Your Pains I feel and feel it well,
My People My People, your'll are tasting Hell,
The Justice of God lies upon you,
To mould you, the truth be true,
You are Muslim and I am Catholic,
'Universal' does it mean, but so much differences is seen,
Give your General a chance,
That one day in the presence of the True God you may rejoice and dance
I long for your freedom, to set you free,
I am that Large Tree,
Where many birds will nest,
My heart too is put to the test
Do not worry, I am with you,
Says the Lord of Hosts,
No evil shall prevail, all's but ghosts,
In the past shall they lay, look towards God's Kingdom that come soon a'day,
You fight against the flesh,
But I say against the spirit too,
Refresh your hearts in your Leader, this is true.
Give me a chance to love you.
And you shall witness a miracle's birth,
O People of the One true God, A new nation shall be born on earth,
If thou love me, give me a bride,
From your tribe, lower your pride!
Hold back not your hearts today,
Wait for me to sing and slay,
All your enemies both flesh and wind,
I cry out to all who have truly sinned,
Then the Sun shall rise,
No more tears to shed,
My Vocation to your'll is over, it is bled,
And your hearts renewed by the One who you hate,
For he was 'El-Roi', the Multiplier of your people and your fate
To Hagar He came,
Her broken heart he did tame,
With words of love and support he thou said,
I will multiple 'his' descendants like the Stars,
We now see them grow hour by hours!
One day you my Kashmir will turn to God,
His heart then healed, O my Lord,
For now as his Chosen one, I feel his pain,
I will never let his cries to me, go in vain.
My Loving people of Kashmir,
Give this Man all that you are,
This Eurasian Captain-General who's traversed afar,
To Stand with you during this hour,
To die for you, if need it be.
I love you so much my beautiful Jewel,
My beautiful Jewel, O' So Blue.
My Kashmir!
Dedicated to you My Loving Angel!
No matter how 'Impossible' it may seem,
I will never give you up, I will achieve this dream.
I Love you My angel.
I’m thankful for slaves who never could understand, “Why do I work for people and get less than the bare minimum wage?”
Why do I go through the pain and suffering if there’s no gain for my family or me? My greats never were a boss and rarely knew who their family was so why live this life if it wasn’t free to be?
My roots nurtured the seeds who helped create opportunities; if we as the people could see how they lived maybe we would be stronger minded people rather than living like we have no sense
We are a culture that is talented in so many ways but we want to be the target of a negative headline news story.
We already seen shackles on our feet, slavery, segregation, and racism against our peace, so why do we still act as if we can’t change the way people perceive us to be
We are not going to blame it on our past because they gave us freedom to see so why can’t we exploit this and live the true meaning of the land of the free
Disregard the negative news and set yourself apart change the way you act so others can see a fresh start
If we started from the bottom now where here isn’t that living proof we can do anything besides spend money on material things but invest in the future or non-profits to help others to build something and have a heart
We can’t just stay a struggle we have to be humble take over the government and make change not think we high class and go to jail for spending money or getting caught up for the wrong things
Set a strong example for these homeless, gangs, prostitutes, and dealers because they are suffering and have only 2 choices that put us on the news headline story in jail or death coming soon
As we lift up those who make a change on the streets or on Capitol Hill we are happy these people are creating an Underground Railroad to victory without suffering and hopefully this stand is coming to all my people to
We got to take charge in numbers instead of sit back all for nothing
If you better yourself from how others use to see you maybe you can see the roots that can help make the change for you as others grow in this thing called a root lifting cycle. Respect the roots.
O’Great Nation of the Himalayas,
Claim your rightful place on the earth,
Prove to none, except yourself, what your worth,
Hurdle the Dragon, that Serpent into the dearth,
Stand affirm, fortress strong,
War with Dragon, no matter how long,
Do not dwindle, I firmly say,
This I decree to you all the way,
Women thou brave, whom wombs brought forth,
Men and lion, into war shalt thou go’th,
For our God and family,
March your forces on Dragon Country,
CPC shall bow to the brave,
Join the truth, or else consequences grave,
The Truth shall strengthen you deep down to your bone,
So that you shall never, never be alone!
Hong-Kong shall be with you,
So shall Taiwan too,
Rising Eurasia, My Empire shall hold our hands,
Together we march on Mao-China’s sands,
Bring them down, for there is no talk,
All they know is cheat and tell others to take a walk,
But something must soon be done,
Mao’s China shall soon set with the setting sun,
Then the Chinese shall breath fresh air,
Under Eurasia’s care,
Where debate shall reign and all shall bear right,
None shall seal their lips so tight,
When this Dragon be destroyed,
So shall Artemis heavily falls,
The Crucem’s Kingdom shall come to all’s,
No more tears, no more tears and distressing calls
But you O’Tibet must decide,
War or under tyranny reside,
Rise up O’Tibet and stand thy ground,
Fight this Dragon, its head doth ruthlessly pound,
In the end you shall indeed be free,
From the life sucking claws of the CPC,
When every person small and great,
Will rejoice, rejoice at freedom’s gate!
Rise O Empire of Tibet!
Re-Claim what is yours!
A Welsh New Year
The night's dark shadow
creeps softly over the sky.
Dark, soft fingers pull slowly at the light,
fully engulfing it into it's dark mass.
The wind whips off the sea.
Snatching and releasing,
pushing and pulling.
Rough and unforgiving.
Wild as our hearts,
beating quickly in the night.
The wooden walls groan in around us.
A ship,
forever docked,
deeply into the cliff.
A yearning spirit hides in anticipation
behind each eye,
quivering in excitement and childish glee.
When finally,
one scuttling figure jumps from the couch
and out the door.
We chase him,
fleeting feet and unruly rain jackets,
across the courtyard and towards the wild sea.
The wind's intensity grows with the seconds.
We stop,
finally,
when we reach the light.
It flashes,
giant and glowing.
The sea roars far below us
and the wind thrashes and screams in our ears.
I feel as if it could lift me off my feet
and carry it as far as it pleased.
Clinging tightly to whoever is closest,
we stand in silent awe.
But it only last one flickering moment,
before we're dashing back
to the warm safety of the indoors.
But when the morning comes,
and all putter around the kitchen,
little fragments of the night still remain.
A crumpled flag of the living room floor.
Muddy shoes scattered
on the cold entranceway.
The quick sprawled footprints in the sand.
And a lone wine-glass of water,
on a disheveled bedside table.
Gentle smiles pass through the house,
and the steady sea beats rhythmically on.
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In 2023, Trump won the presidential elections. On inauguration day Don Trump gave Putin a present, Ukraine. He said, with some history as backing, "nationalism" is a nuisance. We had no war with Russia when the Soviet Union existed. Ukraine is not as special as Israel. In fact Putin and I have plans to make the world more coherent, first in India and then in China.
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India of British Empire and British East India company fame included Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Burma. Trump says, Just as David's Kingdom split into two, North as Israel & South as Judah, after that great Jewish king's death, that has happened to India. Let them all unite again under the name Pakistan. India is really a no-word name, since the river Indus no longer exists. "Hindu" really meant "Indu" and the Persians added an H for ease of pronunciation. You know the Samaritan's are alive and well, many in Nablus, what Roman Empire called Neapolis. HAVE you ever heard them complain, the Northern Kingdom's name has been stolen? IT is a bigger, better name ... for our great, democratic ally. So, too, Pakistan in a great name for a bigger, better South Asia.
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Putin asked, O Great Donald, am I dreaming? The Trumpeter replied, in politics, what goes around, comes around. When I told America, RUSSIA IS BETTER OUR FRIEND THAN AN ENEMY, THEY BELIEVED ME. THEY WILL FOLLOW ME TO HELL. Platitudes notwithstanding ...
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
LORD, I humbly greet Thee who got me up, gifted me another DAY
God in THREE PERSONS: Father, Son, Spirit, I love Thee as YOU first loved me
I have a prayer list, and "P" countries, for YOU Creator, Sustainer, HEALER
Yet, "adoration" is the FIRST STEP (one way to PRAY) using "A-C-T-S"
The letters, not the word, "A" for adoring Him, God IS (Love) & LORD of lords
The "C" is for confession of sins. Then "T"hanksgiving and "S"upplication
I intercede, Abba-Father, for peoples in LOCKDOWN - quarantine as The virus
Called the common "Corona," a "garland" with aura, but what a CRISIS
Fear is everywhere, we rebuke it in Jesus' name, to Him we are most dear
Bless the global family, islands to former empires - in this Crisis together
Today, especially for P nations, states, territories in the UN ("first" is PALAU)
LORD the needs are so many, & there are "occupied" territories, even by UN
Help patient Panama & Philippines, proud Poland, Portugal, Paraguay, Pakistan
I learn from Jesus, Love & forgive, before offense. Pray for all His Creation
Shalom, shalOM, AUM, salaam, peace, pace, paz, vrede, eirene, shanthi Om!
NOTE: I have not structured this form with iambic feet or any other meter. I found this form suits my faith in Jesus as LORD, closest to how I feel: SONnet
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
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
Tears in the eyes
When my school began
Willing to go to home back
That time, the only place of heaven
A small child doesn't know much
What are books and what is school?
Just like that, I was unable to realize
That its very beautiful...
With span of time it brought
Some different changes in me
That school and home with no difference
seeming to be
An innocent child with bag on his back
Transformed into teenage
Now, school is home and home is bore
wishing, even sundays to be working days...
First time bunking the class
was severe challenge for me
But slightly with growing time
It became my cup of tea
Many scoldings and praises, I got
from almost every teachers
And i enjoy the school time
Enjoyment for me mainly matters...
But, slowly stress has increased
Only studies, studies and studies
My childhood was here and teenage is going
School is one which has taught me everything
I came with tears and will go with the same
But will leave the remark of my name
Its the thought of almost every student
That school life is the mixture of all enjoyment...