Short Infidel Poems
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Long lost piece of heart,
Under his eyes I carved my world,
His eyes have got their destined one,
Infidel heart does not understand.
Religion
the bullet
that loads
in your gun
Projecting
its damage
belief
zero-sum
Exclusion
delusion
its sights
center mass
To kill
nonbelievers
the infidel
class
(The New Room: December, 2023)
Crazy infidel
A mad obscene man
Beat echo
Never again
Please never again
Lips like honey suckle
Safety no more
Electronic madness
Bushy long hair
Walking in Chicago
A mad headache
Drowned
Tipsy
Out of your brain
Bang Bang Bang
Never more
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Infidel fish arrive,
shoals of blank-eyed eaters swim in circles,
each time the head turns toward Mecca
they nudge it in another direction.
Sea-bugs emerge,
dyspeptic crustaceans as small as fleas,
fastidious eaters
that consume only hate.
Above the waves a ship sails away,
having buried again
the evidence of hells D.N.A.
They Are the Infidel
On the menu was not meant to be;
What a horrible thing some did see;
To be a great meal they would serve;
Those terrorists have quite a nerve.
Here we are weeping with much grief;
While they were following their belief;
Each one them will end up on hell;
It is they not us who are the infidel.
Jim Horn
YOU DON’T BELIEVE IN LOVE?
No, no, I take leave
To refuse to disbelieve !
Shriek out in protest at the infidel :
If no true love exists
Life is bleak subsistence!
Speak out! A soul hungers for communion,
Not a lone freak peregrination, alone
Down cold clay-heavy steps
In a black tunnel to drown
In a dead end in the ground.
From the Womb of Mother
To Arms of Beloved
From Cradle of Love
To Loneliness of Grave
From vast Baron Lands
To Sky-rise Cities of metal
From Frail of Toddler
To Valiancy of Maturity
From Gore of Barbarism
To Refinement of Civilization
From the Saints of Divinity
To Leaders of Power
From Infidel of Darkness
To Beloved of God
...
musafirs
cross it
my heart with my fist
to a country spirit long forgotten
wrapped around the wrist
of some infidel
American scum
but the truth of the matter is
they wanna go home
troops that come home
to shoes thrown at their face
its like a long spent nightmare
but real life is all they see
baby killer my bottom
taking orders has its flaws
they do what their told
not what they want
so dont blame ameri-troops
cuz it really isnt them
A virtuous man stands tall, far ahead,
Preaches mercy, yet calls heretics dead,
Speaks of hell, if he had seen,
Prescribes salvation and condemns unclean,
He sings of heaven till his last breath,
Then why, priest do you fear that death?
An infidel knows no rules, the trouble begins,
How can a priest keep him from sins?
Does this make him boundless, free to appease?
Or does the priest sin more than he dares to please?
Dear god,
this is my tithe
proceeds from the killing of my neighbors
i hate them with passions
but i love thee with passions
i shall kill more for thee
if only you will teach me more of your religion
he mocked my religion
or,
will thou stand afar off
and watch that infidel for mocking thee?
from your son.
I am incapable of experiencing anger, fear or sadness
Without constantly thinking about judgement
I just want to destroy all that paves my way
Without worrying about trouble with the law
I just want to piss my pants thinking about the future
Without being called an anxious neurotic
I just want to be able to shed a single tear
Without being seen as less of a man
Why on Earth would God give us these feelings
And call us infidel for exploring it?
Sadness was invading my wounds. Again
I will dip my fingers in bleeding heart
to write a new poem.
A scythe cuts a cloud
that it was not. I reel under
the unexpected rain of wards.
You go up on top ladder
to jump in the hot cauldron,
no pain to drown in bones.
What was the meaning of living
with death daily and still smiling?
A candle makes a hole in your palm!
The brain has an infidel tumor;
if fails to grow and erase you.
You are absent to your being.
SATISH VERMA
Like wrappers on a carnival street,
So bodies litter Bama Town;
As time deflates these body balloons,
Flies gyrate in their flowing fluid.
Above them wafting their flag
That shred them like potato chips
And mindful of why? And why?
‘‘Infidel must die’’, they post.
Then comes afar a zombie voice,
A retreat voice from Cameroon:
''Blame us not mother land;
If only we had airport armoured cars.''
Seek not Bama in map tomorrow,
Vorbei ist vorbei,gone is Babylon.
Sadness was invading my wounds. Again
I will dip my fingers in bleeding heart
to write a new poem.
A scythe cuts a cloud
that it was not. I reel under
the unexpected rain of wards.
You go up on top ladder
to jump in the hot cauldron,
no pain to drown in bones.
What was the meaning of living
with death daily and still smiling?
A candle makes a hole in your palm!
The brain has an infidel tumor;
if fails to grow and erase you.
You are absent to your being.
SATISH VERMA
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