A transgender child
does not not exist
just because a white man
says that that is so
as two spirited
third genders
and others
(eight in the Talmud! that I didn’t know)
exist around the globe
as in the
hijra of India
fa’afafine of Samoa
burrnesha of Albania
quariwarmi of Peru
guevedoche of Dominican Republic
muxe of Oaxaca
sekrata of Madagascar
fakaleiti of Tonga
lhamana of Zuni
winkte of Lakota
bakla of Philippines
acault of Burma
xanith of Oman
and waria of Indonesia
just to name a few
gender is as binary
as is the world is flat
asserting so otherwise
is simply spewing scat
so amazing sight
valley Darbat in Oman
so neat shade of greens
The Star of Oman
By Joji Varghese Kuncheria
The star that dawned the horizon,
For five decades is gone for ever,
But the legacy is going to remain,
As a beacon to lead generations.
The people of the nation have seen,
This super star reigning in the sky,
With wisdom and understanding,
Pursuing lasting peace at all times.
A quality many refuse to embrace,
Has made him a champion of peace,
Overcoming the challenging times,
Through patience and endurance.
He devoted a whole life for the nation,
To raise the living standards sky high,
Bringing prosperity and a bright future,
To the young and the old of his country.
Though the star has eclipsed the skies,
The laurels are eternal to Sultan Qaboos,
For paving a way of peace, of harmony,
For generations to relish in future years.
The Star of Oman
By Joji Varghese Kuncheria
The star that dawned the horizon,
For five decades is gone for ever,
But the legacy is going to remain,
As a beacon to lead generations.
The people of the nation have seen,
This super star reigning in the sky,
With wisdom and understanding,
Pursuing lasting peace at all times.
A quality many refuse to embrace,
Has made him a champion of peace,
Overcoming the challenging times,
Through patience and endurance.
He devoted a whole life for the nation,
To raise the living standards sky high,
Bringing prosperity and a bright future,
To the young and the old of his country.
Though the star has eclipsed the skies,
The laurels are eternal to Sultan Qaboos,
For paving a way of peace, of harmony,
For generations to relish in future years.
*******
W-oman
I-mmediately
F-ollows
E-ach
O-rder
F-rom
M-aker
I-n
N-icely
I-mplementing
S-tatutes
T-hrough
E-arnest
R-eligiosity
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-nother
W-oman
B-egins
E-xpressing
L-ove
L-ike
E-veryone
N-eeds
P-ure
A-ffection
R-egardless
O-f
N-ational
I-dentity
Topic: Birthday of Aw Bellen Paroni (August 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
~ Sndita ko Muslim ~
·
Badn khalalayami
a Biyaloy a sndita
o bala tano sa ingd
a ophoon ana mbto
na sndita so Muslim...
·
Na ba ini babago pn
a oman pha paromanan
i andang dn ko ingd
a lagid a Pilimpinas
a kilidn so Muslim...
·
Langon taman marata
na dawayen on so Moro
a miyaka mawlika
na sumpat ilano iyan
na balsn so Muslim...
·
Na ino makandadamar
a ingd mip'phanamar
ka pkharata so ongar
o marata i ngar-ngar
na lumawan dadn a dar...
·
Na mabarang sa mapanton
na bakodn panginophon
ko ingd ko a mabaton
adi mbaloy a tiphoon
ka ana ako miso soson ...
·
Na oba ka korawada
a mbida ta sa kabaya
na naino sumibaya
ka miyakam baya-baya
na anako makandaya...
·
~ dsr,Khadaffy D. Mangondato
~ Ginawai sa Kawang ~
Ginawai sa kawang
a dayo sa bitiyara
a bolayok a miphantag
a dariday a mapanton
a kakasiyan i lalag...
A kena a kalalagan
ka matanos i kindolon
a ongangen langka' iyan
a baden mapanga-nganon
o sngko o daging iyan...
Na ma p'phang andam anda
o andawnon rararik
a lomimbay sa masarik
antaa ka otara-an sumirik
na badn di matatarik...
Mapay di kabantuwan
so oninang sngko iyan
sa sdpan o sbangan
na mbala ko raya-lilod
na N'gan so langka iyan...
inam inam inambar,
a oman oman irimbr,
nama inam inam adar
na iman iman'n nambar,
a itonga inambar wan...
~ By : dsr, Khadaffy D. Mangondato
OMAKAAN A-KO MAN
OmanOman PharOman,
Na PhaParoParOmanan,
Na Di Pman Phaka tOman,
Ka DithOman so kukOman…
Na Omakaan KOmakan,
A Kha kana-Kana Kanan,
Na eNdawnonEthOman,
i PadOman ZarOmanan…
Na Taman sa PakaThaman,
Na Thaman Taman PharOman,
Na khaOmanan PharOman,
Ka Dikhapnosa Oman …
Scars Left Behind
As a slave I was a product of the broker,
and a commodity as a result of the purchaser.
Both of them made me to be,
valuable and hunted like honey bee.
Hunting and ambushed done in the village,
killing and plundering had become prestige.
As children and women when left died,
I was taken with others and then caravanned.
The Chief and Mtemi had war waged,
For Guns and Cloths were then paid.
The Banyans of India paid the capital,
Whilst Arab of Oman set the arrival.
Some servant some prisoners all were slaved,
With Ivory on shoulders but all day walked.
From Katanga and Malavi to coastal wealthy,
Bagamoyo and Kilwa we laid our sympathy.
Hundred and million were shipped forever,
The Arabs and Whites snatched our mother.
And slavery life had became our song,
Plantation and domestication had been our belonging.
Some died some survived with loosing hearts,
A misery generation maintained the scars.
In the neighboring land with pain results,
As was racist, hardworking with broken hearts.
LUCAS ALEX MKUDE poem.
Driving to work on a Sunday,
Went to work yesterday, but didn’t get much done,
Except looking for leads for new work.
It’s pouring rain outside my big comfortable conversion van,
Traffic is stop and go, and I was thinking of a recent girlfriend.
I watch people’s faces when I can,
Puffing my pipe filled with a tobacco that tastes like Texas Twister but
It’s some flavor that I got when I was working in Oman,
Still fresh in the zip-lock bag, or at least fresh enough.
I let thick clouds of smoke drift out in front of me,
At my foggy front wind shield, then crack the window to watch it rush out into the rain.
Traffic jams don’t smell so bad in the rain.
I roll the window down more because it’s been awhile since rain hit my hands.
Saint Mark by a composer that I missed was the soundtrack down 75.
Schubert played when I missed the exit to 635, but it was completely stopped anyways.
So we went down a side road, in the rain smoking my pipe,
Going to work on a Sunday.
I don’t know anyone like me, I really don’t.
Guess I should do some work now, I have expectations to meet.
Michael F. Lewis
8/26/2012
I'll wrap around the silk of each day
until I will become core
to your time
I gather you up speck by speck
rumor
flutter
tear
I wait a becoming
bitter song
amidst the lips of the night
When the roads' arms
will embrace me
ripping my body
I'll sprout, shadowing the future
with your sky.