I am Hamas
I am
humanity
I am not Sin
never burnt children
nor rejoiced in their demise.
only soldiers of Zion
lack all morality
I am not War
I stand against oppression
give back our olive and orange gardens
give back our land
Zionist rapists
burry them in sand
I am Sinwar
never forget me
I sit now in the heavens
preparing your hell
My village around the borderland, estranged
Mountain from the other side, rejoiced within gray shaded area to bloom
Echoed the echo of the midnight hymn, darkened a shade, deeper fill in xanthosis, lasted beyond the yonder valley o'er the meadow, fall color blossomed then.
Echoed a sound lasted, I heard, an echoed a sound lasted
Eavesdrop and a try , as I meant for that
Beyond the sensible perception, to understand
Opening the eyes, I try to see
A failure to gaze to perceive a gaze
Closing my eyes , I am a fanciful thought
O intellect , I failed to perceive that
I am a failure to a thousand mountaineer causes , caused
A failure to climb those events larger than a life, presented
Echoed the echo of the midnight hymn, darkened a shade, deeper fill in xanthosis, lasted beyond the yonder valley o'er the meadow, fall color blossomed then.
Echoed a sound lasted, I heard, an echoed a sound lasted.
Based on a song from subcontinental vibe
A Little Fish
I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for my evening meal.
Headless and nicely packed they were, except for one that
had a head-on was alive. I filled water in a jar.
Put the sardine in and fed it bread crumbs.
The headless sardines in the tin, so still and dead, I could
not eat them, put the tin back in the fridge.
My little sardine grew too big for the jar, and cats were circling
The house, looking for a way in, so I took it to the empty lake
that once had Bluegills fished to extinction,
set my sardine free to feed on rotten vegetation-
I don`t know how fish reproduce, but a year later, a school
of sardines were swimming around, except for one that
swam the opposite way- Bonanza! Grilled sardines and
The people rejoiced, thinking it was going to last forever,
And then there were none except one, my sardine in oil.
I went down to the lake when the sardine saw me
was glad, jumped up in the air, and was caught by a bird.
Empty lake, a dead eye in the wilderness, tells no story.
To the woman who gave me birth,
Who helped me realize my worth.
When it seemed dark everywhere,
You held my hand with deepest care.
The day I started walking, you rejoiced,
Smiling gently, your eyes moist.
You were the one who beamed with pride,
Each time I took a dream-filled stride.
For us, you sacrificed everything,
Left no loose ends in our upbringing.
You gave your best; fulfilled our wishes,
Each day wrapped in hugs and kisses.
Today I’m writing what words can’t convey,
We can’t live without you;even for a day.
For you, I whisper each night in strife,
A silent prayer: may God give you a long life.
Without you, we are incomplete,
Even success feels like a defeat.
So here’s my heart on this special day,
To thank you, Mom, in every way.
(Easter Resurrection Song)
He rose on the third day, the stone rolled away,
The darkness was shattered by dawn’s golden ray.
The grave could not hold Him, the veil torn in two,
The promise of heaven made faithful and true.
He walked out in glory, His hands marked with grace,
The wounds that redeemed us, love’s radiant trace.
The angels rejoiced, and the earth felt the light,
The Savior victorious, ending the night.
So sing hallelujah, let all voices ring,
For death has been conquered by our risen King.
New life now is blooming where sorrow once lay--
He rose, yes, He rose on that glorious day.
I once screamed
But the echoes faded,
And slowly, I lost my voice.
I once cried
Until the rivers dried,
And slowly, I lost my tears.
I once grieved
But the weight grew lighter,
And slowly, I bore it all.
I once rejoiced
But joy turned distant,
And slowly, the world stood still.
Now, all that remains
Is an expressionless face,
A gaze as unyielding as stone.
In the void of my heart,
Only perseverance lingers,
A quiet, insignificant ember
That belongs to me alone.
Yet embers endure,
Hidden beneath ash,
A stubborn glow defying the dark.
It flickers faintly,
Whispering to the void:
"I am still here."
Though storms may howl,
And shadows press close,
This ember cannot be quenched.
It waits patiently,
For a breath, a spark,
To ignite what was once lost.
From this ember,
A fire could rise—
Not to destroy,
But to warm the hollow soul.
A flame to remind the world:
Even the smallest ember
Holds the power to burn bright.
This is our black shrine,
Where my father lit the lamp.
With dried dung in the cauldron,
My mother stoked the fire.
In the village, the sheepfold remains,
Where the ewes gave birth to lambs,
Their tails covered in dust,
The camels cried out for their calves.
Everything stayed far away,
When we moved to the city.
But my parents lit a flame,
So the shrine's fire won't extinguish!
I grew up learning farming,
Watering sheep, tending livestock,
Received plenty of guidance,
From the small yard I knew.
A kind mother's heart, worrying for her child,
Her "May you thrive" curses soothed my soul.
Parents are the critics of their child,
May they forgive my mistakes...
I brought them with me to the city,
Keeping the shrine's fire alive.
After turning twelve,
I cut hay with sickle and scythe.
Being the youngest in the house,
I tended the samovar's flame.
While guiding me through life,
the youngest of the shrine,
My parents rejoiced,
seeing I could light the fire.
In this house, like my father,
I will now be the owner.
Above me, without rest,
Stands the spirit of the black shrine!
Sweeping into the lowlands
The river ran effortlessly
As the snow melted away
Running in a rage of glory
A quest set forth
To feed the valley of life sustained
From the cold despair
Each snowflake melting away
Forming a river of love
From tributaries and veins
A gift to reveal
A wonderous dream
Life giving water
Had formed a beautiful lake
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The peopke rejoiced sustained for another day
Clap, clap and clap hands O for boys and girls in the class, who
sometimes are rising like rising and falling tides.
Clap ,clap and clap hands O for boys and girls in the class,
is that not fine and composing, already love shatter
here or there everyday?.
Life rejoiced and boomerang,
good fortune for the world,
good fortune for morrow.
Clap, clap and clap hands O for boys and girls in the class, who
sometimes are rising like rising and falling tides.
Clap ,clap and clap hands O for boys and girls in the class,
is that not fine and composing, already love shatter
here or there everyday?.
Life rejoiced and boomerang,
good fortune for the world,
good fortune for morrow.
When I was born, my parents rejoiced,
My feeble cries, their sweetest noise.
A sheath of joy embraced their hearts,
A love that never would depart.
When I wed, two souls entwined,
Our faces beamed, our hearts aligned.
Though life's road was yet unclear,
Happiness whispered, always near.
When our children graced the earth,
Their smiles were joy of boundless worth.
Even miles apart, their laughter stayed,
A dream that never would fade.
As they grew, our nest stood still,
Yet pride and love our hearts did fill.
Through highs and lows, their presence shines,
A treasure beyond all space and time.
Beyond ourselves, the world we see—
Strife and hunger, misery.
Yet when we give, hope reappears,
Happiness blooms in grateful tears.
A joyous tiding on this hallowed night:
That for our sake, a virgin would conceive.
The Child would promise everlasting light
To all who in His saving love believe,
And for our sin we may no longer grieve.
Among the beasts was born this infant King
As choirs of angels came to dance and sing.
The shepherds marveled, the wise men rejoiced
And praised the Lord for the good He would bring
As all of creation joined with its voice.
When I was young and innocent
I thought the stars were just a bunch
of celestial glow worms.
Then Christmas took its meaning
and I rejoiced in watching
my father made up the Christmas tree,
and right on top there, he'd put
the loveliest star that glowed at night.
Soon, I began to see the shooting stars
and wishes came and went,
some frivolous, some serious,
but wishes I really dreamt.
As time went on, I bought some books
and learned of Saturn's rings,
discovered Pluto and our neighbour Mars,
and science fiction just became my fad.
Till one day man made it to the moon,
and shuttles flew up to outer space.
Occasionally, disaster struck when astronauts died,
and I did cry my heart for them.
Finally, the probes began again,
searching for the creation of man.
That is when I realised how much is spent
on useless information, just scientific facts,
while hunger reigned all around the world.
Now I wish I had never learned what stars were,
and yearn to turn the clock back to my childhood
when I thought that stars were just
celestial glow worms meant to light the world.
With spring,
Yaoshang Festival arrived,
In the festive mood,
youngsters rejoiced
in joyous moments.
The atmosphere was filled
with laughter .
From an ajar window
a dark skinned maid watched,
her heart itching,
as the girls laughed .
Heavy rainfall fully emptied the streets,
A thunderclap shattered the loud silence,
Frightened animals made some quiet noise,
Smiling cries from the sky mocked the city,
Farm crops sadly rejoiced to the warm cold.
That day, rain was their friendly enemy.
The next day, dried wetness was everywhere.
Light shadows of the sunshine were laid bare,
Skin pores poured out stored water from within.
Previous rainfall drought dried out the skin.
Many beg the sky to release more rains,
Cold waves of heat from yesterday just fled.
That long-lost comfort can't just be so brief.
The dried tears of the sky just have to stop.
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