Unwary doesn't know happiness coming from sounds at the warzone
And various pleasures at the arena of courage and valor
When brave warriors say the word of testament with passion
Ground of earth trembled again sky and the throne
Let's fight in the way of Allah and take fame and glory
At the Quran Almighty Lord promises victory
Creator of universe made it obligatory to fight in his way
All rising name of my ancestors for the sake of Allah by war
Whom conquered the worlds is our ancestors it's right
They were all fair and protected the prayer to noble God
Let's fight in the way of Allah and take fame and glory
At the Quran Almighty Lord promises victory
Written by Gazi Ahmet Muhtar Pasha
Translation Onur Ünlü
Good is A, Grand Good Finisher,
Who doesn’t need A Well Wisher.
He had tops come as Dish Washer
Before Studentship from Russia;
His dragnets swelling in Asia,
When he there lived as A Fisher…
Now, A Company’s Car Washer
And in their Church Foremost Usher
Unlike Luke Lee with look harsher,
Sometimes Post leaving for Rasher
And self passing off as Pasha;
Good their Church enlarging its size,
All the time, grabbing The Fat Prize…
Indeed, A Good Good Finisher,
This to his Foes their Tarnish-er!
The secret to happy is lots of moolah
Not true, it's a rumor, a falsehood, pasha
Just check out the sun
Shines on everyone
Us guys, the nasties, even Donald Hooha
Dainty, Black Pasha of Egypt, diamonds sitting solitaire, set in rose gold, barrettes swinging from my daughter’s hair, she’s a Decillionaire, outside of God, her worth, nothing else could possibly compare, an isthmus, no an island surrounded by inhaled air, thy royal heir, Zeus -n- Hermes fought to the death for that glazed, glamorous glance of a glare, startled by the stars stealing a stare, an elegant, intense intellect overpowering intelligence, creating miraculous miracles in pairs, walking down that mirage of invisible stairs, the daughters of a King, a Queen, a Diva, a precious, precocious dream, physically being seen, the offspring of Nakym, thy 3 gorgeous, prosperous pundits, angelic angels appearing as human beings, thy precious, precocious dream, physically being seen, thy daughters, thy 3 Queens.
I more than Love you all,
Adirah
Kalani
Zhari
28th &29th March 2012.
Sandy saunter through virgin sands,
The trudging pathways lead me to beach lands.
Cam a red nude peeped under a Mac,
Slight drizzle from the clouds, into the coco nut grove I move, on the hammock to lie aback.
Blue carpets waves silently lie await to gala regattas,
Satan oscillates my metallic sonatas.
Beneath the tepid and warm waters lie melodies churned,
Now on whipped and agitated waters surf frothy strains upturned.
White virgin sands lie dormant and waiting,
Bright sands looks like satin spread , love making.
Waiting and dormant lie sands virgin white,
Making love ,spread satin like, looks sand bright.
Water gliders and surfers , the sandy shores they crowd,
Skills and mind thrills by practice they are now richly endowed.
Ah Satan sees Natasha,
They are all competing Asha, Natasha, Trasha and handsome Pasha
PALINDROMES
Cam a red nude peeped under a Mac,
Satan oscillates my metallic sonatas
White virgin sands lie dormant and waiting,
Bright sands looks like satin spread , love making.
Ah Satan sees Natasha
By: Sashi .Prabhu (zeauoxian)
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