In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A paradox reigns, in endless sway,
The good perish, while the wicked thrive,
In this land, where virtue's brief, and vice survives.
Patriots fall, like autumn's leaves,
Assassinated, poisoned, for their noble deeds,
Their voices silenced, before their time,
As darkness feeds on justice's prime.
Bola Ige, Barnabas Igwe, Marshall Harry too,
Ogbonnaya Uche, Ken Saro-Wiwa, and more, anew,
Their memories linger, like a mournful sigh,
As tyranny's grip tightens, and hope says goodbye.
Gen. Aguiyi Ironsi, Gen. Murtala Muhammed, fell,
Their legacies lost, in a tragic spell,
For how long shall the good people die?
When will justice dawn, and tyranny's night pass by?
My freshman reading list is
Thomas Payne, Marx, Engels, Lenin, Trotsky
The prof is not one to pitschky-potschky
The leaders to be studied will be
Elijah Muhammed, Stalin, Castro, Marx, and Xi
I wonder why A.H. is an absentee
O, I get it -- Good things come in fives
USA, Russia, China, Cuba and Syria
Nazi Germany too busy taking lives
Looking forward to an action-packed semester
in this new course called ~
'Proud Traditions of our Ancestors'
Oh, my beloved toaster,
How you start my day with delight.
Your warm embrace, a comforting boast,
A breakfast staple in every right.
With your sleek design and metallic sheen,
You toast my bread to perfection.
Golden brown, a sight to be seen,
A joyous moment, a breakfast confection.
Through thick and thin, you never fail,
A trusty appliance, always by my side.
A constant source of toast and bagel,
Your reliability I cannot deny.
Oh, my dear toaster, how you bring joy,
To my mornings, my days, my life.
A simple pleasure, a humble ploy,
But one that fills my heart with rife.
So here's to you, my beloved toaster,
A common household item, yet so divine.
I raise my toast to your faithful poster,
A praise to your simplicity so sublime.
Ode to My Humble Toaster
By Muhammed Adnan
Date: March 5, 2023
To An Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
Paying It Forward
Miracle Man
1/6/2022
When someone helps me,
I’ve learned to pay it forward.
It has usually happened
when I didn’t need serving.
Doing it discretely,
never straightforward.
I select my target,
from those I’m observing.
“Service to others is the rent you pay
for your room here on earth.”
Muhammed Ali
Who am I?
I am a lion who comes out as a goat
I am an ocean with waves big enough to drown
I am a child of Mesopotamia
A descendant of Shaka Zulu
Baptized in the Nile
I depict the sword of Mansa Musa
I am the backbone of civilization
An icon of emancipation
I represent the pyramid of Giza
And the lighthouse of Alexandria
A symbol of hope
And an emblem of freedom
I am a depiction of Chinua Achebe ink
An illustration of the hieroglyphic
I am the carapace of Hannibal
And the shield of Tunka Manin
I am a player of the djembe
And the author of Sundiata Epic
I am an inheritor of Timbuktu
A citizen of Kumbi-Saleh
A compadre to Askia Muhammed
And a son of Mansa Musa
A follower of Kwame Nkrumah
And a kinsman of Ahmet Sekou Toure
I am the native son of Gao
A fisherman of Lake Victoria
A Tuareg from the Sahara
I hailed from the cradle of life
I am the black in Panther
And this is really who I am, A black man.
Abraham, Isaac and Jacob
received a little shake-up
when in '68 they turned on
'Abraham, Martin and John' *
Moses, Muhammed and Jesus
No longer seem to please us
'Environment, Equity and Energy'
Causes now spiritually seize us
The U.S., Britain and France
a ghost of a NATO alliance
The mantle of peace they don
faced with China, Russia and Iran
_________________________________
*a hit song by Dion de Mucci about
Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King, Jr.
and John F. Kennedy
February 14, 2021
'3 Poetry Contest'
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
To dwell in paradise
In company of the noble Prophet
Get these ingredients
And have a share in the everlasting merriments
Shaadah
It is to testify
That no other deity is worthy of worship but Allah
And that Muhammed is His messenger
Solah
It is to worship Allah 5 times a day
Yield to the call of Adhan
And Call on Him as much as you can.
Zakat
Give of what you have been given
For when you give
In return His blessings you shall receive.
Sawm
You are commanded to fast
In the beautiful month of Ramadan
Fast my brother, fast as much as you can.
Hajj
Seek the house of Allah
In the beautiful city of Makkah
Go on the journey, do the tawahf round the Kaabah
© 2020 Muyideen Ayinla
Cassius Clay, a slave wouldn't be
Renamed himself Muhammed Ali
Became a proud African-American male
~ Then was sentenced to five years in jail
---Dear ALLAH,
We do not talk a lot,
Maybe we should,
just maybe we should.
In the mean time,
and until we learn how
to talk to you, Allah
as well as God,
we would like to allow
you the company of one
of our own,
he may introduce himself
as Cassius Clay,
but in case you do not
recognize who he is,
let me tell you now,
that he is The Greatest.
Well, maybe not greater than you, Allah
but he is none-the-less
The Greatest
and maybe you will
recognize him as
Muhammed Ali
yep, that Greatest.
You will right away see him
fighting again,
fighting for what is right
and good and just.
He will not rest in Peace,
He will constantly fight for Peace.
He is our Greatest.
And he will be your greatest,
in short order.
And he just might introduce us
to an Allah
we have failed to see.
Wouldn't it be great
if we and God and Allah
had a real heart to heart conversation?
I bet he can arrange that.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet.
The flying hills and its tinted gold
Its pyramids and the blinking moulds
Beautiful the night, a city behold
New dawn it was at Bur Dubai
The city that never boasts of mountain
Infertile the land unfriendly the grains
Until comes a dreamer called Maktoum
Muhammed, the son to raise the tune
At the sea end stands nations inertia
In father’s desires, Maktoum built to sky
Descendants of warriors, to sea he claimed
To build the Palms, the earth, for world to hail
Universal love
Like a rose
Rejoicing in the giving
Of its fragrance
Wanting nothing in return,
Human spirit
Unconquerable
Rebounding from
Mans severest cruelty,
For the courageous
The worst adversities
Provide the most
Fertile soil
For the achievement
Of excellence
Of mind and character.
Cassius Clay, in his day,
was bloody hard to beat...
but smoking Joe stood toe to toe,
and no he wasn't weak,
fought the rumble in the jungle,
just the ladies made him weep:)
re :" Muhammed Ali" Andrea Dietrich
floats like a butterfly stings like a bee.....?
Don Johnson
quick as lightening Cassius was,
tapping slapping dodging cos,
the big ole thumpers if they clipped,
pon ya ear it ud hurt a bit,
just floating slappin hey....
Thanks Russell mate...Don
for Cassius Clay,
it all seemed play,
to slap and taunt a bit,
lightening quick, weaved and hit,
and sidestepped, jumped away,
but time the toll does pay,
like me, he's had his day:(
best boxer he was it!
23 years
The humanity was reborn
The societies reform
The culture and heritage changed
Taboos, traditions broken
Cleansing from social evils
Rode to victories on faith
Cared for orphans, children
Women and elders under mercy
Send out to enlighten youths
With knowledge and wisdom
When left the land, hands were empty
When came back, world lay at feets
Created a civilization from sand dunes
Words of whose are not in book
But in the warm hearts of Believers
Illa Muhammed!!
Moses begged for a vision,
Whiles He was invited to heavens
From first to last
None dare to stand to compare
Well, what will man compare
To One, who is reason
For his (man's) existence
Mustafa! Al Ameen,
Mustafa! Ya Raheem,
How can one not love
Whose Beloved is God Himself!!!
Thought the humanity from that love,
For care, to smile, to sacrifice and
To worship for the sake of love
Illa Muhammed