press-a-dent dump
called canada
one of the worst
countries
to deal with
in the world
well
no more trips
to the states
of
we take care
of our citizens
health and old age
THROUGH THE LAW
NOT BECAUSE OF WEALTH
OR A DUMB BELL IN CHARGE
press-a-dent dump
is an *******
and as the usa says
we're the best
no f---ing way man
i wouldn't live there
it stinks like hell
len
We met in the Philippine’s tropical glow
Those days feeling like dreams drifting soft and free
Your laughter in the air made the whole world slow
The time shaping a path meant for you and me
You crossed to the states with a hope we could grow
A beautiful life built by distant decree
Fifteen years have shown love will never depart
Beautiful island girl is home for my heart
The intonation of the quarter millennium of freedom
echoes in the melody of the diverse voices.
The musical humming of the liberty bells,
the magnificent march of the millions
testify that freedom can be woven through celebration
into the fascinating fabric of the nation.
The flag flutters alive,
its stars a constellation of hope,
its stripes a reminder of the stronghold of struggle.
Candles flicker beside fireworks,
children dance to the rhythm of festivities,
elders remember the long road traveled building the States.
Two hundred and fifty years, the story not finished yet,
the narrative is still being written
of a nation reaching for an enhanced glory.
.
The quarter-millennium anniversary celebration
is not just a grand national birthday revelry,
it is a profound moment of reflection
on the unique American experiment,
and its ongoing journey of achievements
toward a wonderful United States of America.
Colour of States Truth? By Abdul Haye Amin.
“As always nation act as blinds and deaf to spoil my days,
until where struggle in life and endless prosecutions and tears by,
all color of nationalities not to drive the States.
As I ever dreamed faked in this world of love,
day before Yesterday Those who regarded my enemy,
and neglected once for day of freedom of truth.
For not myself nor for this world but for,
my own cast and for my peoples,
the price of my pain ashes in my vain,
without surprise in Judgment in the Kingdom.
where impossible in nature colour of my vision of dream
as 'Nelson Mandela' at last revealed as,
'Bongo Bandhu' of Bangladesh in volume not in weight?
I therefore, nothing to be proud of myself today for,
my dear Lord on earth?”
By Bilingual's Author Abdul Haye Amin.
Humans are dots on a map
For system of geolocation
For the total control
And the calculation
Privacy, freedom is lost
Hacking their grouping dynamo
King Iguana Guantanamo
And satellite does the targeting
For politics geo and marketing
Analysis of atmosphere
Their the rich and their fear
Migration's migraine of the states
Many on TV debates
Opinions can be disproved
True argument requires the proof
UDHR lost appeal
Such associations aren't real
The naivete and naive
Messages they do receive
Evacuate all the rats
The intuition of bats
No solace evolving in space
This isn't the prison
It's base
For metaphors literate
Right should they have
Of no being unit strategic
The individual level is sad
Search for your soul you eejit
Now two days apart, as I lay
awake still in my heart
Trying to move on without
even a thought
Five years is time we shared
loved as we cared
I really miss our laughs
and your smiles warmth
Something I hope in future
is we heal and talk again
Will we be able to do this,
a friend wasn't my wish
Two days across the states
feels like lost fate
We thought and felt on same
level every emotion love
Shine on my beloved lady
Shine Excitement on My lady
Put The Point's, .... Down;
Is Lengthened, Wow, .... Our Strength!
Field's Across The States,
Our Heart's To Bring!
I like to eat.
The hungry sidewalk under my feet.
Give me a swirl of changing latitude.
Just try not to be rude.
As long as my howling stays in the tv.
There is nothing in my luggage with me.
I thought I had packed enough shirts.
But all I have are a hundred shoe inserts.
I wish that I could give you that bow tie.
That I left out to dry.
In a town in Indiana, somewhere.
I remember I disappeared.
There’s that guy who lives under the venue.
I don’t remember how I got to this avenue.
I think this sky is simply a sheer lining.
I eat an ice cream cone while driving.
Being away or feeling far gone.
I have nothing to do but drink coffee at dawn.
What do you mean, I’m not in my home?
I flew to California and ignored my phone.
I went around the country and didn’t even know.
I survived by eating pizza and snow.
I am captivated.
Maybe elated.
I enjoyed my trip across the states.
I lost my job, but those were the stakes.
I like steak, and ice cream too.
I live in the sky and nothing is true.
It was after the times of mules
Irish slave contracts
Inside of the states of minds
Of those who fled from effort
Abandoning life in infancy
Creating devastation
And fermenting grew, cresting above skies
Literatures from slaves
Unwilling to begin Roman tongues
A time before the Republic
* I'm a vegetarian, so this second limerick is not to be taken literally.
Whether or not you live in the States,
to my poet friends, wrought by the Fates,
I sure would like to convey,
a happy Thanksgiving Day,
to everyone, and my Australian mates.
Did they really land on Plymouth rock,
and when they hit it, was it a shock?
I don't know about you,
but I can't wait til two.
I want my turkey* at one o'clock.
here we careen through the scheme
riding the vortex of the american dream
seen behind the blind scenes in hiding
keep fighting the design on the frontlines.
the career of a degenerative peer
is not measured by how they appear
or adhere the commandeer of said steer,
as long as they down beer and disappear.
clear as this fixates the mistake of the states
we would augmentate and drown hound fears
sheer will could astound the nouns quo
leaving them in tow with woe as one said so.
illuminate the sewn, find a darker home alone,
brash and beating the bone into the stone,
not grown eating scones of the blindly shown
that well-known handmade status throne.
grenade low tossed at the cost of some human loss
for fuel that is obsolete and crude at high-spreading moss
green fabric the waxen-elitism roster head boss
with a thumb gangrene, the color of his blood pulse.
down a flask of mezcal with a spliff of mary jane,
we aim to numb the pain from their dumb games -
switching lanes through the lazy river zaftig maze,
eyes glaze over, middle fingers raise at their gaze
They sit at your house like gunslingers
well too bad I rent an apartment
you lost it pal try again later
black coffee
got a latte I was sipping on and it just hit me
no bite no vigor
just weak soft creamy syrup
yeah there’s wind in the sails but no catharsis
maybe that's what's wrong with kids these days
they got their iced coffee Frappuccino bull
no gumption
no Moxy
they want their cream and their sugar
maybe that's why I’m bitter
bitter coffee straight black like my soul
even the crema betrays its true intention
god the kids these days just wouldn’t understand
maybe its just over here in the states
I wonder if the kids in the UK still partake in tea time
guess I should read up on this or maybe just strike up
a conversation ha yeah right. Talk about on brand
nothing too relevant
I like the sound of that
makes me think of how poetry ought to keep itself
or at least the poems I write
need to read
need to go to the library
I need to feed once again on the blood of knowledge so that I might fill my veins
with more of this sweet sweet writing juice
Halloween is said to be All Hallows eve
Some say it's a pagan festival if they don't believe
It is believed originally to be from the celts.
As the candle in your pumpkin melts
A gaelic festival samhain the end of harvest
Not intentionaly macabre but more a feast
Halfway between the autumn equinox and winter solstice
It's also the word for November for the Irish
Trick or treating originates in the states
Where children go out begging with mates
Dressed up in costumes that can be scary
However some dress up as the little fairy
They hope to get lots of sweets
That only happens if they get treats
No longer do you see any tricks
Imagination of jack o lanterns and burning sticks
The jack o lantern used to ward away evil
Or some say it's to help the passed people
Navigation to the holy place
Hence why you must cover your face
Lots of food and candy gained
Beware if you should abstain
The evil spirits will deceive
If those children don't receive
Dedicated to saints(hallows) and martyrs
The dead trapped just for starters
If your unsure what I mean
This is the true meaning of HALLOWEEN
“There is no body made up of five elements; nor is there anyone who is disembodied.
All is verily the Self alone.
How can there be the three states and the fourth?”
To put this verse in perspective
We pause to explain elements and states
The former, earth, water, fire air and vast space
The states are waking, dreaming, deep sleep
The fourth is turiya, recognised by grace
First things first, we are not decaying organic form
This body-mind is but an earth life interface
A vehicle to feel by touch pulse dual
Our true form in singularity is living light
Eternal awareness self-aware in endless renewal
With this preamble the verse becomes clear
Yet remains a concept until we directly recognise
An enablement offered if we be still in the vibrant void
Where in timeless time false identity falls away
Revealing light of Self pure and unalloyed
A woman journeyed to the island of Jamaica in the West Indies
The island of be happy and don’t worry
First thing the woman did was laid on the beach
Soaked up some sun
There were many people among
The woman me a Jamaican man
She was American
Romance elevated through the air
They both did moon walks on the beach
Dined and sipped tropical drinks
Nights were intense full of interlude
Kissing being the conclude
The woman’s vacation had come to end as she spent a week, and had to return back to the US, and back to work
The Jamaican man gave the woman a gift, and told her not to open until she got back to the states
The woman was sitting on the plane to return home, but was so excited about the gift, she had to open right there on the plane
When the woman opened the gift, a box into another box
The discovery was a small box Coffin with a note inside stating, “WELCOME TO THE LAND OF AIDS”
Months later, the woman got sick
Death history
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