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Hudhaifah Siyad Poem
Am in a life like a bait,
In dark world, none to rate,
A life with bumps and hate,
Come close my love, be my mate.
None to express humility,
None to depend upon for mercy,
None to accept my creativity,
Come close, we go singing merrily,
Pleasures through the valley we will prove,
Together hands held we shall move,
Through the land, together to express,
Love and lust of great success.
Into the shepherd's land we will go,
hipping hopping jumping, no fear,
Of falling, of getting mud on us smear,
Come by me and be my dear.
Into the woods we run,
Pacing, running for freaky fun,
Obeying not any single nun,
Falling not into the hands of a gun.
Beautiful days I see,
Wonderful times, ahead of me,
And passion past all odds,
Reminds me tears I shed on lonely roads,
Come close, be mine of times new, old
To me nah be a hater,
For in life i wanna be closer,
Closer to you than never,
Fate and all mine lies in your future.
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Cherry lips, with tastes of berry,
Tight hips, with twists so merry,
Beauty so deep, points more than Perry,
Hungry for the lines, Yes, her I will marry.
Skin softer than the softness of silk,
Body whiter than the whiteness of milk,
Fragrance sweeter than sweetness of Potpurri,
Hungry for the lines, Yes, her I will marry.
Hair lengthy, with the blackness of soot,
Voice deep, with the likeness of meerkat,
Walks lovely, swaying in her fancy stilettos,
Hungry for the lines, Yes, her I will marry.
And now I see with eyes serene,
And dream big with glances extreme,
If only we forever remained the same,
To the end of us all, to the start of us all.
Copyright © Hudhaifah Siyad | Year Posted 2015
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Hudhaifah Siyad Poem
In her home I suffer,
Rationed food and rationed wood,
Bread slices and rationed butter,
Scorns and all the words they utter,
Are some deepest of secrets you won't hear.
For I take that only form,
Of a lost child in my own home,
Assuming this has been the only norm,
Of having water and a plate of corn.
Her eldest kid sits by me and asks,
Do you have anything you own,
No, I say with a little frown,
Do you have parents,
No, they are long gone.
Do we do you bad,
No, I say.
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Hudhaifah Siyad Poem
I hate you, trully hate you,
My bad breath smells of hate,
Hate for you,
I hate to see you walk,
Hate to see you talk,
Hate to see you joke,
Of things, that hate you back.
Do you even realize how much,
Of a wasted sperm ended up in an ova,
A spoilt ova ending up in a figure such,
A disgrace to human race, we hate such.
Your face reminds me of,
A dead rotten half eaten carcass of,
An animal that whenever I dream of,
Forces me to want to fly off,
This planet to where you I could cutoff.
I hate you, trully hate you,
With that bitchy smile I hate to see,
I hate that my glasses magnify,
A face looking like of me wanting,
To acidify, electrify, then glorify,
To everyone, for them to dignify,
For the good I did, to face you out,
For the good I did, no more hate for you.
I hate that, my hate is not enough,
I hate that after all hate God's tough,
On me not to decide your fate,
Your death, For all that lives hates you.
Copyright © Hudhaifah Siyad | Year Posted 2014
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Hudhaifah Siyad Poem
I see,
A Monday,
A stranger passing by,
In fatigue saying hi,
To everyone, by their way.
I see,
A Tuesday,
Long boring fools day,
Lots of working, fools say,
Lots of fun, I say a lie,
I see,
A Wednesday,
Day of work,
Getting sweaty, everything messy,
Do you like me say,
Its a day, need not be in the count?
I see a Thursday,
Hands held, bulk buying,
Mistress to be fed, for Friday,
Oh Lord, let that not be mine.
I imagine,
A Friday,
Belts down, many f*****g,
Moods down, many yearning,
It be like a Friday till ending,
Family outing,
Friends dining,
Future planning,
Its Saturday,
Week ending,
In hurry preparing,
Week starting,
Monday coming,
Its messy Sunday.
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Hudhaifah Siyad Poem
O! Sickened soul, rejoice for forgiveness has come,
Eleven months of sin and dine, sawm to you has come,
O! Soul of mine, do not despair and go astray,
Do not follow your whims and desires and ways,
Do not deviate from the truth that has come to you.
O Soul! Decreed upon you is to fast and pray,
To worship your Lord and ask to be led to the right way,
O! Soul of mine, hear what your Lord has to say,
And save yourself from hellfire, regrets and dismay.
Fast! Fast! By the virtue of the command, Fast!
O Souls! healthy and able, from dawn to dusk abstain,
From foods and sins and that which hearts darken,
From gossips, slanders and in prayers do not hasten.
Know the young, the elderly, the menstruating, the ill,
Know the exempted, the pregnant, the breastfeeding,
Those under compulsion, the travelling, the mad,
Know them as free from fasts but on them are debts,
That they need repay later, in line with ayahs of the Quran.
Say in prayer, O God! I for many years sinned,
Lead me O God! To find that night that is blessed,
Say in prostration, forgive me and make me at peace,
With myself and strip me of any severe illness,
That may make me not fast, not stand up in prayer.
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If I were to take a minute and sit,
Sit next to you and narrate,
Narrate my being fro' a lil script,
Would you like others Admit,
That I live a life of misfit?
If you were to see my cry,
The silent tear-less chocking cry,
Would you put a sorry across yo' face,
And brush the rest far from say?
Would you?
You would for sure, not care,
You would, like err'body in err' corner,
Tap on the walls, if listening share,
You would, dare deny that not sincere.
If I were to fade away, go away,
Miles away, buried far away,
If I were to get away, escape away,
Would you take a minute, do away,
With all my worries, my take-aways?
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Fear of the future,
And Faces by fates,
Ends in a failure.
Thoughts of her,
And You a diehard,
A sweetheart you get.
Me gusta you be,
And ask out,
A date it be.
Keep fantasizing,
Away from her smiling,
Then be waiting,
A question coming.
Why off-hook,
Why shying you look,
Say, Timid she makes you be,
And lie, your thoughts she can't see.
I have love in the wild,
Long lost, unable to find,
A question then ask.
You have what it takes,
To go wild without the fakes,
Ask, willing to help me make,
Through life, through hardships?
A no would be obvious,
Carefree she will say,
Or taken she will lie.
Don't you give up,
Rather along stay up,
And care, and stand up,
She might give in,
And in love, fall in.
You are mine, say often,
Your words, try soften,
In your life she will remain.
Success in sorries,
Silent love in phases,
Be the formula for future.
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2 am, its in the middle of the night,
Pen shaking, I want to write,
Scribble down something slight,
Bout love, bout me, bout tears I dislike.
Dear love, a time I remember,
Along the way being a loner,
Searching for a soul, a partner,
Someone, a family, an armor.
My words, I still recall,
"I love you with my innermost all"
Dear love, when for you I did fall,
Knew it, wasn't alone left to crawl.
Made pure, mine all intact,
Miles away, mine all back
Dear love, mine all loving,
To the end, mine all caring.
Dear love, for years scoulding,
Me a poet, for years neglecting,
No hating, such a darling,
God sent, to Him always praying.
My letter now finalizing,
Sincerely to you appreciating,
Faithfully for all seasons coming,
Promising to love you darling
Copyright © Hudhaifah Siyad | Year Posted 2015
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Hudhaifah Siyad Poem
GRANDMA
I can complain,
And all day talk of,
People in distress.
I can also walk away,
Away with my ego and pride,
And all day boast of,
People I have helped abstain,
From suicide and from pain,
But,
Unfortunate I am that I lost,
A friend, a darling, my best,
My teddy, my only one, my right hand,
Unfortunate I am that my tears dried,
After the many years for you I cried.
But,
As of today grandma,
I want to smile and pray for you grandma,
Sing for you songs you sang me grandma,
I want people to know,
That you're still alive grandma,
And drinking from the rivers of paradise,
And smiling back at my happy face,
Saying that that's my baby, my grace.
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