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DOES CHANGE CHANGE?
For history is wont to repeat itself
Ever reneging, constant turning on the hinges
For the old in nature’s obeisance
Enter oblivious existence
That the present may succeed the past
For things now visible and feasible
Were once formless vision, thoughts and whispered words
Does change change?
Will there be housing unit or tourist centre in the moon?
Will a white smoke produce a black pope
Will monarchy be separated from British democracy
Will Christian and Muslim find a common ground?
For the present order and scheme
Were the embryonic idea in the belly of the past
For just above some 1oo years ago
Popular commerce was the transatlantic slave trade
The equivalent of 21st century crude oil and narcotics
Long before Wilberforce crossed Hull’s bridge
Does change change?
Will terrorism go the way of the dead and forgotten
Will Palestine find Stately peace?
Will Osama ever find the salaam in Islam
Will Hamas and Zionists find a common factor of human race
For barely 15 years ago
Apartheid’s spectre stood stoically in South Africa
The Black now reign where they once toiled like lesser humans
For small-pox once held terror court
Near and far, leaving more casualties than wars
Dreaded like its 21st century incarnation –HIV
Less than 50 years ago
Black lived as slaves in sugarcane plantations across US
Now US first family is full blooded black
Does change change?
Will HIV become a mere word of old English
Will guns and nuclear weapons
Enrich and adorn our museum in 25 years now
Would Iran be rich in Uranium or people?
Will peace find a permanent seat in security council?
For it was Kings and Princes some time before
Reigned over lesser mortals as Lords and Masters
of the known world called empires and kingdoms
Now the emerging relics of our collective past
Wall-posters of where we have been, and regal tourist attractions
Government houses now in place of kingly courts; parliaments for palaces
Does change change?
Will semantics of poverty change to… say… property or plenty?
Will there be equality of the classes
Will woman truly be equal to man
Will there come a time when the day will nor break?
Will science conquer death?
Some time ago
Women were best house-keeping, voteless second class citizens
15th Saturday October 2009.
> There is a new world rising,
Not in thunder, not in fire—
But in a silence so deep,
It echoes across the galaxies.
181 nations, long forgotten by history’s biased pen,
Have gathered—not in conflict, but in covenant.
From the ruins of colonial greed,
A golden phoenix stirs.
The old gods of currency—Dollar, Euro, Pound—
Fall like crumbling idols.
In their place, a New Tender rises,
Digital, decentralized, rooted in equity.
No more IMF.
No more World Bank puppeteering the poor.
No more UN charades.
These houses of power dissolve,
As the Global South becomes the Sun that never sets.
Asia leads—not with conquest, but with consciousness.
Their minds merged with machines,
Yet their hearts remain deeply human.
Africa, awakened,
Not the dark continent, but the cradle of light,
An industrial colossus with rivers of AI,
Solar cities rising from the red dust of the Sahel,
Robotic farms blooming in the Congo.
No more borders—only bridges.
From Dar es Salaam to Dhaka,
From São Paulo to Shanghai,
A single government rises—not to control, but to harmonize.
Europe...
Once the iron-fisted ruler of centuries,
Now reduced to scattered provinces,
Its castles turned to factories,
Its people, wandering for work—
The way others once wandered into Europe.
Its population?
6% and falling.
Its pride?
A ghost in the winds of progress.
But there is no revenge.
Only balance.
The great seesaw of time has swung.
And in its justice, peace has finally arrived.
For the first time in a thousand years,
No wars rage.
No child sleeps beneath drones.
No color defines your worth.
Racism becomes a fossil, buried with the empires that fed on it.
The air is clean.
The waters heal.
The forests rise like emerald fortresses.
Genetic mastery allows disease to be undone.
Human intelligence—no longer bound by biology—
Expands a millionfold.
We speak in silence.
We move in light.
We live in balance with the Earth.
And for 100 years,
Humanity dances with peace.
This is not a dream.
This is a revelation.
And the prophets smile from beyond the veil:
> *"At last," they whisper,
"The Earth has remembered herself."
Dar es salaam where I live means heaven of peace
But to me she has proved as well to be a haven of peace.
A peaceful place for any peace-loving person or race.
Atleast selfishly from here seem faraway all warring feuds all bloody massacres.
For here we simply catch sea and fresh water fishes
instead of getting caught up in goddamned skirmishes.
Oh and I live in a land of seven wonders and I stay in a mansion of seven windows
Each of them overlooking a different view
Guys, seven wonders to be exact
but be ready here for both fiction and fact
For I present to you these seven wonders of this land
as if I could view 'em' all from where I stand.
Ah and though I've settled down trying to be content with Tanzania.
A major part of me will always belong to my beloved India.
Well, well my first window has a view of Mount Kilimanjaro
the highest mountain in all of Africa
Rightfully named, the Roof of Africa.
The 2nd window overlooks
Lake Tanganyika
and fishermen with nets and hooks
in the 2nd deepest and longest lake in the whole wide world.
And from my third window can be seen
the famed, fabled and very pretty
Natural park known as Serengeti
Nature's celebrated celebrity.!
The 4rth window affords a view of the wide Ngorongoro Crater
Just as rich in wildlife
Throw some fish to the 'gator
even if it's such a ruthless predator.
The 5th one it overlooks
The great game reserve Mikumi by name
no less in fame
for a choicest variety of game.
As for the 6th window, from there you can see
Lake Victoria too
and I play peek-a-boo
with a marvelous maribou
and cheerily say 'karibu'
from the largest lake in all Africa.
The seventh, the last window gives me a view
of the dry lush gold-green sea of Savannah
Teeming with favorite flora and fauna
Here a rhino, there a hyena
and hee hee 'hear' that mynah
So now it's up to you to plan a trip, a Safari
to this land of precious Tanzanite, the land of the Maasai
.Aha, mind you only the mansion overlooking all that is fictional
and every other detail is soo real and factual.
we praise you,
we praise you,
we salute you,
a greeting and offer a celebration
to you of the holy prophet
you one of the holy prophet
prophet John
John of Patmos
I salaam
I greet thee
I believed that prophets you are chosen and called by God
I shall stand
As I stand I am standing
I salute thee Prophet John
You who are on holy grounds
You whom was on the island
John of Patmos author of the Revelations
we praise you,
we praise you,
we salute you,
a greeting and offer a celebration
to you of the holy prophet
you one of the holy prophet
prophet John
John of Patmos
You see things
That the future brings
A praise, I praise you
we praise you,
we praise you,
we salute you,
a greeting and offer a celebration
to you of the holy prophet
you one of the holy prophet
prophet John
John of Patmos
I salaam
I greet thee
I salute you
You who are on holy grounds
You whom was on the island
John of Patmos author of the Revelations
I salaam
I greet thee
I believed that prophets you are chosen and called by God
I shall stand
As I stand I am standing
I salute thee Prophet John
You who are on holy grounds
You whom was on the island
John of Patmos author of the Revelations
Worthy, worthy
Tell the future, told the future
Of what we would behold
On the docket interactions
You’re divine so wonderful
As I stand I am standing
I salute thee Prophet John
You who are on holy grounds
You whom was on the island
John of Patmos author of the Revelations
Salaam, Salaam
we praise you,
we praise you,
we salute you,
a greeting and offer a celebration
to you of the holy prophet
you one of the holy prophet
prophet John
John of Patmos
I salaam
I greet thee
Prophet of the ALL I AM
I salute thee Prophet John
You who are on holy grounds
You whom was on the island
John of Patmos author of the Revelations
Salaam, Salaam
Prophet of the ALL I AM
2/25/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
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
A pair of slave girls waved chamar to thee,
As diamonds flashed with light of lamps well lit,
A king of kings must have fallen to knee,
To strip out bejewelled shoes from thy fair feet,
While Abyssinian eunuch of foulest breath
And looking like a harbinger of death,
Though clad like a gay angel somewhat odd,
And standing guard O with a naked sword,
Perhaps, might have secured thy stately room,
Then wonder I, what should have caused the doom
Of thy death, O thou flower of desert,
What swept away glory of thy grandeur?
What kind of jealousy O could have hurt
Thee? And what kind of intrigue oh ever?
To what shore of cruel death wert thou cast?
At what damndest of land? I feel aghast.
A query riddled in my memory
For long as was writhing through reverie,
I heard a scream when of Maher Ali,
‘Stand back, stand back, all this is fairy tale',
And my servant handed letters to me,
While salaam from the cook looked all too stale.
‘No more can I stay in this eerie place',
And packed off to move to my work amidst
Souls in solid flesh, life alive in grace,
My servant smiled, whilst hopeful of the least.
Yet, by the eve giddy minded I grew,
And felt as if I had a tryst to keep,
Office work seemed an act of bread from blue,
A better harvest was when there to reap,
And I threw all aside to drive away,
Not stopping till the palace was in sight,
The day as wished sun well, it was twilight,
With hurried steps I took stairs to my way.
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana, divided in I to XIII parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.
Listen Sister HEARING this makes you WONDER…
I am a PHOTOGRAPHER and I can be a RAPPER...
And If I would; I could play in MANCHESTER…
All I wanted with HER, was to be her, BROTHER…
All I wanted was to take him to a MOTHER…
I can be a BROTHER, and without playing HER, I can be FATHER….
AND I can MAKE my baby in a MOTHER…
NOW may be a train have played your brain…
THIS can makes you CRY also can make you FLY…
To FEEL SORRY to Relieve Some PAIN…
It’s all about playing the brain.. it ALL started in a TRAIN.. when a psychologist told me you are INSANE…
AND I was CURIOUS to know why he was SO FURIOUS..
I had a tobacco I DIDN'T’T say ‘’MAKO’…
Despite I was high that GUY made CRY…
I LATTERLY told him I’m here in GERMANY and I’M not AN ENEMY... ’
I CAME to Europe LEGALLY…
I’m PHOTOGRAPHER and I can be RAPPER…
If you want I can take you to a MOTHER…
despite I was high that guy made CRY…
IT WAS NEVER TOO LATE RUN THE MIXTAPE…
HOW come a PHOTOGRAPHER TRIGGER ANGER and make somebody SAY TODAY I’m a STRONGER…
HOW come a PHOTOGRAPHER trigger ANGER… and tell somebody what doesn't’t kill you make you STRONGER…
he thought I was a FREY..
he told me today I fight my WAY…
every body is smart in his own WAY…
and If YOU think I’m PERFECT,, I can SAY I’m a PROPHET…
THANK YOU for BEING elegant WAKING UP the inelegant may be I’m a bit ARROGANT…
But that’s Okay because one Day I’ll get on a PLANE and will SORRY for PLAYING your daughter BRAIN…
HER BROTHER will come laughing ALL THE WAY… telling us how beautiful she was THAT DAY….
TOGETHER SISTER they will FLY AWAY…
I used to tell people wake up and then at one point when all I could say is that I’m messed up…
I SPEAK what I FEEL and If I want I kill I can’t do IT for REAL,,,
I’m TUNISIAN, AFRICAN, ARAB, BERBER, AND I truly DO CARE…
I SMOKE weed it is not a SIN,, it is JUST a MEDICINE…
Weaving Forms
Abc, Abecedarian, acrostic, alliteration alexandrine
Salaam, sehraa senyru, sestina, sijo, shape, sonnet
The list of forms of writing poesy is hopelessly endless
O angels of all these poetic forms I worship thee blindly!
When didst thou all give an audience to man to school him
On these plethora of poetic forms to befuddle the muddlehead?
Never had I heard such scary terms before joining Poetry Soup
Life and poetry were much easier with no tensions no insomnia
Simply pouring out my uncontrollable thoughts and emotions
I cringe when I read of restrictions of limited lines in poetic forms
My ice-creams don't melt, autumn strolls have to to be cut short
Get mad as a hornet whether to write señorita a sonnet or sonetto
Nayda, I enjoy weaving my prosaic didactic and euphoric thoughts
Into my qasida with alliterations, imageries, allusions humorously
(FIRST
October 29, 2015
Contest: Which Is Your Favourite Form Of Poetry?
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron)
*This poem is a satiric amalgamation of many forms-sonnet, qasida, acrostic (in parts-eg, line 1&2, 3-5, 6&7-for the purpose of parody), humour....
*Qasida (weaving) is a satirical Persian form, opens with a short prelude, the nasib, which is elegiac in mood and is intended to gain the audience’s involvement
* in this parody I have used the alliteration in the first two lines as a 'nasib'
* In the last line the pun is used for weaving
*Have given 'Shape' or 'Creative Outlay' to the poem
*Have made use of many literary devices-alliteration, allusions, imageries, metaphors....
FIRST
Judged on April 5, 2016
For Casarah Nance's Favourite Poetry
June 19, 2016
For Laura Loo
First Place Only-2
Eight: The sinning
show-offs who love
to brag -
They’re sinners as
they have bad
intentions.
They post updates
and photos of their
wins,
And loads of albums
of their vacation.
Their bad motive is
to show to their
friends
That they have so
much wealth and
so-called feats -
They seek people’s
love, not Allah’s
pleasure -
They love to hurt
others to hide
they’re weak.
Nine: The
politicians… the
debaters…
Who go on FaceBook
to challenge others,
To fight for their
beliefs, to flaunt
their speech -
They oft log out
feeling proud yet
bothered.
Some of them indeed
have excellent
speech
And at the same
excel in sitting…
Hiding behind their
screens while they
complain
About lack of peace
while they do
nothing.
Ten: The ‘teachers’,
who enjoin what is
right;
They command good
deeds and forbid
what’s wrong -
They do so to
impress no one but
God
And so that Heaven
is where they’ll
belong.
Eleven: The
‘learners’, who seek
and share,
Who apply whatever
good thing they
learn.
They ensure that
what they do is but
good.
Great rewards from
Allah they live to
earn.
Advice from me now:
Always remember
That all deeds are
judged by their
intentions.
Even while on
FaceBook say your
du’as -
When it’s time to
pray, go do
ablution.
And when you are
greeted with the
salaam,
Always respond to
them for It’s their
right.
Apply good Muslim
manners wherever
You are – in real
life and even
online.
Don’t bully –in real
life, in FaceBook
too -
Treat all with
fairness, justice
and wisdom.
Know that life is a
gateway to Heaven
Or Hell. And God
tests each and
everyone.
May Allah Almighty
forgive us all
And guide us in our
lives each night and
day.
May Allah bless
those who share this
poem
And make Heaven
where they’ll
eternally stay.
Ameen.
( fact research)
The birth,of legends discovered after the 21 century
Would of never been known after all these years
Or is it just me.
Research are great like a Egyptian discovery.
Digging for truth and history of legends
#1 Jesus was Born in December 25 they say
Which makes him a Capricorn and not no other.
He was crucified year's after and resurrect they claim in Easter.
He died for 3 days 3 nights on a Friday at 3pm.Rose on a Sunday not to far from my birthday
in few days.
The thieves that died with him.they names were Dimas and Gestas you figure out the rest from there.
#2 Mary Magdalene celebration feast of her is July 22nd, born September 8th
Which makes her a Cancer or virgo and not no other
Became pregnant between the age of 12/14yrs old.
Her life became tragic after the birth of her son Jesus
And ended in great depression for her and every thing in her
life changing.
Deceived by many of they surroundings, sometimes it's hard to know who your true friends are
My father is a Capricorn as well indeed he is which makes me wonder do he have a heart of Jesus or who's heart does he have is he the devil. For I was abused by him all my life. And he try to be a thief to everything I achieve in life and his thief companions.
And of course my mother is a Aquarius and a Scorpio sister who likes to compete with me about my own life. But this is not the Olympic.
For a men that's careless about his children like my mother
Why is it a problem to live my life providing for myself what he was refused to do.
I think my parents mentality is completely twisted.
This discovery of Jesus and mary is great and will never end. Now I know they play.
for this is just the beginning displaying of what was done back then