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Muhammed Adnan Yakoob Poem
The Wind's Lament"
The wind, it wails a mournful song,
As it rushes through the trees so strong,
It howls and moans, a plaintive plea,
For all the things it cannot be.
It whispers secrets to the leaves,
As it rustles through like a thief,
It dances and plays, a fleeting joy,
For all the things it cannot destroy.
It caresses the flowers with gentle touch,
As it passes by, a whispering hush,
It kisses and sighs, a tender grace,
For all the things it cannot replace.
Oh wind, how you mourn and weep,
For all the things you cannot keep,
Yet still you move and roam free,
A wild spirit, forever to be.
Copyright © Muhammed Adnan Yakoob | Year Posted 2023
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Muhammed Adnan Yakoob Poem
"The Road Less Traveled"
Not all roads diverge in a wood,
Some lead to places misunderstood.
They wind and twist, never straight,
Leading us to a different fate.
While others take the path well-known,
The beaten track that's often shown,
Some of us crave a different view,
And choose the road that's less pursued.
It's not for fame or glory we stray,
But to find a new and different way.
A way that's harder, but more true,
A way that's meant for just a few.
The road less traveled is not for all,
It's for the brave who hear the call,
Who seek adventure, and a chance to see,
The world in all its majesty.
And so we take the path unknown,
With courage, hope, and faith we've shown,
That sometimes taking the harder way,
Leads us to a brighter day.
For life is but a winding road,
With many twists and turns bestowed,
And those who choose to go their own,
Will find a way to make a home.
So if you choose the road less traveled,
Know that you're not alone or addled,
But one of many who choose to see,
The world in all its mystery.
Copyright © Muhammed Adnan Yakoob | Year Posted 2023
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Muhammed Adnan Yakoob Poem
Oh, my beloved toaster,
How you start my day with delight.
Your warm embrace, a comforting boast,
A breakfast staple in every right.
With your sleek design and metallic sheen,
You toast my bread to perfection.
Golden brown, a sight to be seen,
A joyous moment, a breakfast confection.
Through thick and thin, you never fail,
A trusty appliance, always by my side.
A constant source of toast and bagel,
Your reliability I cannot deny.
Oh, my dear toaster, how you bring joy,
To my mornings, my days, my life.
A simple pleasure, a humble ploy,
But one that fills my heart with rife.
So here's to you, my beloved toaster,
A common household item, yet so divine.
I raise my toast to your faithful poster,
A praise to your simplicity so sublime.
Ode to My Humble Toaster
By Muhammed Adnan
Date: March 5, 2023
To An Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
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Muhammed Adnan Yakoob Poem
In the depths of hellfire, his spirit ablaze,
Johnny Blaze rides out, the Ghost Rider's craze.
His penance, to serve vengeance on the guilty,
Flaming skull, chain whip, his methods filthy.
His roar echoes, through the night,
Burning sinners, till they're out of sight.
A force of reckoning, he leaves no trace,
The Ghost Rider's fury, you can't replace.
Beware his wrath, if you're a wrongdoer,
For he'll leave you, with your soul in the sewer.
A Marvel hero, with a demonic twist,
Ghost Rider's tale, can never be missed.
Marvel Superhero or Supervillain 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
3rd Place
Copyright © Muhammed Adnan Yakoob | Year Posted 2023
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Muhammed Adnan Yakoob Poem
From the cold, damp earth I rise,
With a heavy heart and tearful eyes,
My mother lies in eternal rest,
But her love still beats within my chest.
With each breath I take, I feel her near,
Guiding me through life, calming my fear,
Her soul may have left this mortal plane,
But her spirit forever will remain.
Oh, how I miss her warm embrace,
And the gentle touch of her loving face,
But her memory will never fade,
For in my heart, her love is engraved.
As I stand here, by her graveside,
I can feel her presence by my side,
Her voice whispers in the rustling trees,
Comforting me with each gentle breeze.
So I sing this song of love and loss,
A tribute to my mother's endless grace,
Her legacy will forever be embossed,
In the depths of my soul and on her resting place.
From the depths of my heart, I sing,
With a smile on my face and tears on my cheek,
For my mother's love is an eternal spring,
And her memory forever I'll keep.
Copyright © Muhammed Adnan Yakoob | Year Posted 2023
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Muhammed Adnan Yakoob Poem
Frosty Nights, Warm Hearts: The Allure of Four Cafes in the North
The night was frigid and desolate as I stood by the window of my high-rise apartment, gazing down upon the four cafes that were huddled together on the icy street corner below. The dimly-lit establishments exuded a sense of mystery and intrigue, with their frosty windows and flickering neon signs casting an eerie glow onto the deserted streets.
It was January, and the town was the northernmost in Western Europe, where the days were short, and the nights were long and lonely. The cafes stood out like beacons of warmth and camaraderie amidst the cold and darkness, drawing in the lost and the lonely, the drunk and the desperate.
I watched as the patrons stumbled in and out of the establishments, their laughter and chatter echoing through the frigid air. They seemed oblivious to the harsh realities of life outside, lost in a world of their own making.
As I stood there, lost in thought, I couldn't help but wonder how these four cafes managed to survive in such close proximity to one another, each one seemingly identical to the next. Yet, somehow they all managed to draw in a loyal following, each with its own unique charm and allure.
The four cafes stood as a testament to the human need for connection and community, a beacon of light in the cold and desolate winter months. And as I watched them from my lofty perch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and belonging, knowing that even in the darkest of times, there was still a place for us all.
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Muhammed Adnan Yakoob Poem
The Song of the Sea
Oh, hear the song of the sea so free,
That echoes through the waves and the lee,
It whispers of stories untold and unseen,
Of treasures and secrets and places serene.
The waves, they rise and fall with grace,
Like the gentle dance of a lover's embrace,
They sing a tune that's old and new,
Of love and loss, and all that's true.
The wind, it carries the sea's sweet song,
As it dances along the shore all day long,
It whistles and whispers, a symphony divine,
That enchants the heart and soothes the mind.
The seagulls, they cry and soar up high,
Like musical notes in the open sky,
Their voices blend with the sea's sweet sound,
As they circle and glide all around.
And as the day draws to a close,
The sun sinks low, and the sky glows,
The sea's sweet song grows softer still,
As the night descends, calm and chill.
Oh, hear the song of the sea so grand,
That washes upon the shore and the sand,
It tells a tale of wonder and awe,
Of the beauty of nature, and all that we saw.
So let us listen to the sea's sweet song,
And follow its rhythm, free and strong,
For it sings of life, and all that's true,
And fills our hearts with love anew.
Copyright © Muhammed Adnan Yakoob | Year Posted 2023
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Muhammed Adnan Yakoob Poem
Words as Art: The Power of Prose Poetry
In the quiet of the night, when the moon is high and the stars are bright, I sit alone with my thoughts, pen in hand, and a blank page before me. It's a canvas waiting to be filled with the colors of my imagination.
I take a deep breath and let the words flow like a river, pouring out from the depths of my soul. Each sentence, each line, is a piece of me, woven together to create a tapestry of emotion and beauty.
My words dance across the page, a symphony of sound and rhythm. They sing of love and loss, of joy and pain, of hope and despair. They are a reflection of the world around me, capturing the essence of life in all its complexity.
I write with a passion that burns bright, fueled by the fire in my heart. I am a storyteller, a dreamer, a poet. And with each word, each phrase, I paint a picture that speaks to the hearts of those who read it.
For me, writing is more than just putting words on a page. It's an art form, a way of expressing the deepest parts of myself. And in this contest, I know that my prose poetry will shine, for it is a testament to the power of the written word, and to the beauty of the human spirit.
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Muhammed Adnan Yakoob Poem
In solitude, I sing my song,
My mother's love will live lifelong,
Though she has left this mortal land,
Her spirit lingers, close at hand.
Her gentle voice still echoes clear,
And I can feel her presence near,
Guiding me through life's winding road,
With each step, lightening my load.
Her love, a beacon shining bright,
I hold it close, both day and night,
For in her embrace, I find peace,
And from her love, my worries cease.
With every note I softly sing,
My heart, with gratitude, takes wing,
For my mother's love, so pure and true,
Will live forever, strong and new.
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
A Jueju-Qijue Poetry Contest
Date: 24-04-2023
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