Long Ramadan Poems
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I want to sing a song about Christmas
With a nice haunting melody
but so far i have nothing
no ideas coming to me
so I don't know what to write
or what I'm going to sing
I must find the answer soon
otherwise I will have nothing
what Christmas mean to me
I must find the right words to say
if I don't get something soon
then the idea would just go away
The true meaning of Christmas
Is hardly ever pursue
Some thinks its just to eat and drink
Give a gift and say Marry Christmas to you
I want to find the true answer
Cause I don't want to get it wrong
And for me to share it with you
I have to put the words where it belong
Cause this life's already confusing
So I have to be careful with what's being said
I don't want to say the wrong words
And play mind games with your head
I am just like you
I am just regular man
We can never comprehend god wisdom
Cause his work we can't understand.
All we know is he send his son
To show mankind the right way
And because of him
We celebrate Christmas today
Its the only time of the year
That we does show that we care
Then after that we become blinded
To the unfortunates every where
So as I struggle to find a melody
Of a song or a poem to write
I would not give up
I would still hold on to my pen tonight
And I will have a drink of brandy
And watch my Christmas tree light
And if I get sleepy
Then I will turn in early tonight
The true meaning of Christmas
Is some thing I think we already know
And it is to love one and other
But only For Christmas people will show a little love
Its nice to feel appreciated
Its nice to give a gift or two
But its also sad for the rest of the year
To feel neglected like every one forget you
In today's society
Its so easy to judge wrongfully
Its a dog eat dog world
Slowly taking over humanity
We didn't come from an explosion
We are born from creation
I don't believe in all they dinosaurs hypes
Or that we come from evolution
And the same way we celebrate this Christmas
We will celebrate Ramadan and dewali to
And its not about religion or beliefs
Its about the love that lives in Me and you
So I will keep on trying
To write the perfect song
And if I am successful
Then the world would will join and sing along
THE HAKIMI'S GAME
He is a professional player,
Plays properly for his Parisian payer.
Family travels & lives the Player.
Player invites a beautiful slayer.
She laid rape allegations against the Player.
Even Ramadan couldn't stop the Player
from dotingly detesting the stranger.
No gainsaying he probably hates her!
Is the acting accuser another player
obliviously trying to play on the Player?
The untold truthful tips are only a layer
beneath this whole brouhaha.
Player vehemently issues a flat denial.
Nonfictive tale; she plays Beverly Naya,
the professional Player plays for his payer.
It's a rigmarole of "Who's playing who?"
And "Who is playing the fool?"
The jury wished to be a seer,
to identify the player and the Player.
Despite the case being adjourned,
Mass madness of memes had turned.
'net bandwagon of jibes & jokes I joined.
The case is still unresolved for the Player.
No comments from his payer either.
Though the stranger might be a slayer
but she could also be the true player.
Then Player's wife jettisoned the game,
because the case remains the same.
It's game day, but she wants no games,
and heaved on him all the blames.
She files for divorce & leaves the Player,
surely this should make her wealthier.
Player finds no ease with his Spanish wife,
The turn of events is about to change his life.
The foreigner played the case as a forerunner
and played the foreigner's game with the Player.
50% of his sweat to be forfeited on a plater,
She designs to suck him alil' & live him bitter.
But he played his wife's game & beat her,
Oh boy! He just couldn't miss the sitter,
instead, he became boisterously better.
Court said Player had nothing in his account.
All the money? What he did was hack out
every penny into Mama's bosom.
If actions were humans, I'd say that's handsome.
He'd played out his cash before being played
by the slayer & his player whose plan is arrayed,
But Hiba Abouk ended up being played.
Now, her money to be shared is warily laid.
"Player" is played by the Player & fuels his fame.
Please don't hate the Player, hate the game.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme/Alliteration
Copyright ©? April 2023.
#thehakimisgame #sadiamouth #vickmanuelpoetry
Since I meet you in trinidad
Its like I'm living in a melody
Its like a whole new jolly person
Seems to take over me
My brother Azad asking me
Boy " how I so happy all the time
And it's all because of you girl
You are always on my mine
Girl the year is almost over
Just now Christmas will be here
And I looking forward to the future
Just knowing you would be there
I want to ring ring ring
Ring ring ring
I want to ring ring ring
Ring in the new years with you
I want to ring ring ring
Ring ring ring
I want to ring ring ring
Ring out my years with you girl
girl when i,m feeling cold
its you i want to hold
i will make you soup in a bowl
not to hot and not to cold
roses are multicolor
and so are jasmines too
girl all the flowers in the world
i want to give to you
girl when i,m with you
i feel like super man
there's nothing i cant do
when i'm holding your hand
I want to ring ring ring
Ring ring ring
I want to ring ring ring
Ring in the new years with you
I want to ring ring ring
Ring ring ring
I want to ring ring ring
Ring in the new years with you
Girl you make me want to sing
Girl you make me want to dance
Girl you turn my life into a fairy tales
just like a mills and boon novel romance
Girl I want to kiss you
Girl i want to marry you
Girl i want to cook for you
Some nice curry and bar be que
Girl I want to get old with you
And have children with you
Girl I just love you so much
i want to spend my life with you
girl be my queen of hearts
and i will be your Ace of spades
we will make the future so bright
we are going to need dark shades
I want to ring ring ring
Ring ring ring
I want to ring ring ring
Ring in the new years with you
I want to ring ring ring
Ring ring ring
I want to ring ring ring
Ring in the new years with you
For Ramadan we ringing for dewali we ringing
From San Fernando to port of Spain
For Christmas we ringing , every where we ringing
From Cedras to mafeking
Girl I want to ring ring ring
Ring ring ring
I want to ring ring ring
Ring in the new years with you
I want to ring ring ring
Ring ring ring
I want to ring ring ring
Ring out my years with you
The blessed month of Ramadan is here
Casting its shadows upon us
A chance to purify our hearts and soul
So with devotion we keep our fast
...
It’s for us to strengthen our souls
This is the most important month of all
Many will heed and hear the call
And some of us will go astray and fall
No one was born perfect
But we are given the right to choose
Some times you try your best for years
And in one moment of weakness you lose
And you go down a brighten road
That glitters as if it’s paved with gold
And are guilty of following the light
Knowing at the end we will lose out soul
But No one is immune from stumbling
And pointing a finger will be to mean
We all will sin many times in our lives
For we all are just human beings
And the one and only god is merciful
Ramadan is a gift of mercy to mankind
To cleansed ourselves of past wrongs
In this month what we seek we will find
The holy month of Ramadan
Is not just only for Muslims
For god didn’t created religions
He created people to follow him
My father was like the perfect Muslim
One of the best men to walk this world
Says god don’t judge you for your religion
It’s for what’s in your heart ands soul
My father could be how sick
He would never miss a day of fasting
Or a night going to the mosque
No matter how hard outside is raining
Every day I think of my father
Especially the holy month of Ramadan
He just sets the perfect example
That we follow the best that we can
Lately I’ve stumbled and fallen down
So I sit in a dark corner writing poem
And I keep saying my prayers in silence
Hoping one day god will answer them
For those who can walk the straight line
May Allah bless you in this month of Ramadan
But don’t look down on the ones who can’t
Say bismilllah and give them a hand
Ramadan is the holy month
That god reveal the noble Quran
The meaning of Islam is peace
To end this poem I say “salaam
RAMADAN POEM :
The Month of Blessings and Happiness :
Muslims around the world cheer,
Allhamduillah,Ramdan is here!
Ramadan is a month whose beginning is Mercy,whose middle is forgiveness,And whose end is freedom from the fire(Hell).
Ramadan is an occasion when mercy descends like the rain.
Ramadan Increases your iman (Faith) and also Taqwah(Piety).
So good deeds can increases and bad ones can wane.
A time of great Blessing in which to repent
Fasting for Allah is a Great Muslim Deed,
Controlling Desires and suppressing Greed,
Fasting is one of the Gift of Allah
Whose Reward is only Given to Muslim By Allah.
Ramadan also increase Taqwah (Piety).
We Recite Holy Quran,we fast & we pray.
It is a short interval in which a devil are confined.
So we can fast forward instead of rewind.
We think of good deeds that we can do each day .
We speak nice words and we pay zakah (charity) to the poor and needy people.
We go to the Masjid for the prayer of Taraweeh,
Knowing that the Masjids of Allah are some of the best place to be,
Hidden in this month is the special Night of Power named night of Qadr.
In it the acceptance of Allah will shower.
How unfortunate is the one who lets this moment slip
For it is equivalent to a thousand months of worship
By the end of Ramdan,this whole chain will be all gone,
Its time For Eid ul zuha and lots of fun!!!
At the end we will pray that
May Allah give us the strength and patience to fast,
During the whole month of Ramadan.
Accepts all our fasts,Duas and all our Ibadah.
Give us the opportunity to Worship Allah during the Night of Qadr,
And help us to continue the good deeds during the whole remaining months.
We pray to Allah to put Right our Hearts;
Ask for forgiveness From Allah And make a new start,
Raising our Hands we ask for His “Rahmaa”
Hear us our Lord And Grant us “Jannah”.
(Poem by Aliza Kashmala Kiran)
all man are born equal
Its how god wants us to be
and live in peace and harmony
for the goodness of humanity
Adam and eve are our parents
And we are their children
So why are their so many wars
That seem to have no end
We know there’re only one god
And he loves all of us
and yes we see people suffering
but in god works we have to trust
we see the holocaust in Europe
the genocides in Africa
the inhumane captivity of Palestine
and mass murders in south America
and although our tears falls
like the rain from the skies
every time we see bombs falls
and parents holds their dead and cries
how did this world become so
why do people hate each other
if Adam and eve is our parents
are you not sister and I’m your brother
today I’m preparing for thanks giving
last week I celebrated dewali
then will come seven nights of Hanukkah
the same time I light my Christmas tree
then for holy month Ramadan
I keep fast for all most everyday
And give donations to the mosque
For the poor who comes to pray
Will our world ever change
Its what we hear all the time
When its full of hypocrites governments
Committing Genocides and hate crimes
But we all are so helpless
While we stands aside and look
But it’s the prophesies being fulfill
That is written in the holy book
But these things will come to past
Children having children
False prophets using Jesus name
Men marrying men
people flying like birds in the sky
weapons of mass destructions
man bringing this world
on the brink of annihilations
some times I feel to stop writing
and close my eyes to what’s around me
but then I think of those without voice
that world forgets so easily
so if I throw away my pens
Comes like I turn my back their problems
Although I cant lead them out the dark
I can shed some light on them
So, I am hiding Occupied state
Or, else or, learning french occult eBay at
Non nuptial lady , a loner, an ex-positional urge
Inside the total nine after, even after a dirge
Alma mater in Houston, there will be a problem with Poseidon surge
Gone baha'i , a limerick try, optional pagan gods and winds around our flagstaff, IN
Animesh is ricocheting, consulting appendics
nonetheless painless as free as the appendix did say "Ish........"
Duncan hill and healthy premium is a cliched a trope
Hiatus , a self imposed speed limit where a bird, divine hoopoe
in colors and diva, will be "assimilating" marination tonight,
(and a fried second paper, oil blessing.)
About:
Sonia Gandhi is a royal chant there, like the people's princess and she
She is a muse , con clues on (and on) , with communal commuter and mundane be!
Why Al Pacino is a PhD dissertation, not now, not YA incognito !
As ethnic dish discourse will have ties to Gospel in a national crisis
With the Nobel prize, navel cutie and baby bottles and dresser case, cliffhangers!
Rules (unruly)
Once taken you cannot take it back, here they Stan, there they channelize
The "room" in Alexandria, Italic or a "Bambino" try."
Will you be trade relations with the orphan or a parallelism in "Ces't la vie?"
Will you be that oxymoron, to the symphony , flora and fauna
that had an entire Ramadan but never against a fie!
(Case and Code, both switches)
For a widow they say, the loosing atlas!
And for an affidavit , they say whisk() in a canop() try
And then board as you may find solace in grace (head on again, never hedonism)
did you marinate in between? Or ritual Can I pray today?
Can i try? Can i die? Can i sigh? Can i hi? And most of all
can i Nye?
January, 2025
I’m from the piano in my living room,
from the music and melody.
I’m from the old, shabby couches,
(Placed proportionally,
opposite side from the TV)
I’m from the mirror,
the clear reflection
whose face I remember
staring at in the morning.
I’m from the mud under the cemented ground in the yard,
(Brown, lumpy
filled with the elements of Earth)
I am from the fruits grown in my garden,
delicious when freshly picked.
I’m from the swing set,
run-down and tattered,
yet bringing back sweet
and wistful memories of the past.
I’m from the neighborhood mailbox,
beaten down and ragged.
I’m from the local Starbucks,
freshly brewed coffee.
From the dental clinic my father
worked hard to build.
I’m from my Uncle Benajir’s love,
an unconditional and spoiling love.
I’m from Aunt Helena’s
big mouthed personality,
causing trouble and anger amongst many.
I’m from the love and support from my cousins,
Rahat and Tasfia,
whose love has affected me greatly
throughout my life.
I’m from the judgmentals
and the backdated,
from the close minded and ignorant.
I’m from the Islam is the one true religion
and a Quran I have learned to read
throughout my childhood.
I’m from the Dates eaten
during Ramadan.
I’m from the fuchkas
brought from Artesia,
the Indian market of California.
I’m from the biryanis,
the cultural grain
of my ethnic group,
made especially for get-togethers.
In my closet are family albums,
filled with old pictures,
an array of familiar and unfamiliar faces
bringing about stories from the past.
I am from those memories --
stories about my long distant cousins
to my maternal grandparents --
I am from those memories.
Multicultural Britain
(An Unapologetic Statement)
Two “Festivals of Light” there are
Each and every year
The Jewish have their Hanukah
And Hindus their Diwali cheer
The end of Ramadan brings Eid il Fitr
The Muslim fasting's passed
The Welsh National Eisteddford
Culture, craft, songs not surpassed
There is the pagan Betain
That Celtic Festival of Fire
And the famous summer Solstice
Stonehenge, druids and sun inspire
Halloween crosses boundaries
Between Christian and Heathen
Leading on into November
Honouring death and ghosts of men
But amid all this Britain is
A bastion of Christianity
While accepting all religions
They too should be made to see
That in our tolerance still we stand
With our ceremonies and feasts in tact
Our Lent, Easter and Christmas
This is a simple statement of fact
Please don’t tread upon these rights
Which we’ve defended for years
Don’t rename our traditions
And cause confusion or trite fear
The Godless in society
Can rant and claim new ground
But faith is our foundation
And that foundation is very sound
So it IS a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year too
The Scots can call is Hogmanay
Because they have and always do
It is a happy holiday
To all despite their creed
To each give them utmost respect
In thought and word and deed
But let us all remember
Respect is a two way street
Do not dictate our policies
Among people that you meet
This country was here before you came
And settled on these shores
This is the British way of life
That you’ve chosen, now, as yours
So let the religions flourish
And none to those who’ve none
And live in total harmony
Until our time is done
The moment I woke up
Tiredness granted me Good morning
With all the strength I had
I prayed what I could
Collapsed into bed
Agonized with fever
And throbbing stomach aches
I lied in my bed
Shaking..
From the cold
Wrapping myself with rugs of clothes
Constantly feeling the urge to throw up
Nausea covered me, surrounded me
And I waited
It was Ramadan
Food or water I was not allowed to have
A pill of drug or medicine I starved
But I waited
Three hours were ahead
I had no intention of wasting my fasting
I wondered here and there
The painstaking headache pursued me
And buried me in ache
The trash can beside me awaits
The upcoming throw up
That didn’t arrive
In pain I lied
The smell of food protruding from the kitchen
Smothered me
Causing my stomach to hurt and hunger even more
To my laptop I went
Motionless and lifeless as ever
I sat there waiting for the call
Waiting for the call of the mosque
Granting me the allowance to eat
And so it did
I stood up, shaking in my clothes
To the kitchen I headed
Like a lousy drunk I looked
To the food, to the water
I took my pills
I drank my juice
No feelings of hunger conquered me
I lost my appetite
I left the table
Dizzy and sore
I fell to the couch
Like a mummy indoor
The feelings, the headache, the soreness
Continued still
I said thank God for my health
Lying there, as my family watched
The shows ahead
Not a moment in this life
I will remember less
Because at last
I realized the price of health
What I lost
I remembered still
And God
The merciful granted me
What he took from me
Because of a reason
I lacked knowing yet