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Said Al Juman
This was written in September 1975
I am the said poet.
I wanted to stand out
and so what if I do?
Are you jealous?
Then find your way.
I write because I was privileged with a pen.
It's not golden or silver
studded with diamond.
but it's a little of something to someone
especially me.
My work is like that of a stone carver
chiseled in.
Sorry! Yes I brag
and proud of my effort.
So do you.
I am the said Poet.
Bite me.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 7/7/2016
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Said the said poems
We are a coordinated effort of Al juman
over 800 proud, profound and strong.
We are one of a kind,
spontaneous, different and entertaining.
We are the Said poems,
anyone else is just a fake, false wanna be.
So said you pen pusher,
go find your own way.
Any poem starting with said
belongs to Al Juman.
© Al Juman The "said" Poet 4/4/1999
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Said the indigenous people of their land,
"Our Lord,
Since time started we lived here,
before prophets and their offsprings.
We built sanctuaries and prayer houses.
Our Lord,
today like never before,
we are under siege
as suffering invades our homes,
steal our sons,
silently rape our daughters,
and imprisons our men.
Our Lord,
when will you end this siege,
this carnage,
this destruction,
this inhumanity.
Stop the collective effort by mighty nations
to suppress our people.
Do we not show solitude in prayer to you?"
Do we not show humility,
to those who seek our brotherly feelings?
Yet these evil outbursts and suppressing efforts to batten us down
keep us enslaved within new walls in our lands,
of ancient times,
which we had never forsaken.
Our Lord,
Four thousand years back,
we took in their father Abraham,
treated him with love and kindness in our homes
and when he wandered off,
raised his children as ours.
Do you not see how they repay us?
With evil upon evil,
Our Lord,
We beseech thee,
free Palestine and the Palestinian people from this siege.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 6/29/2016
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It is not my intention
to discriminate against anyone
by race, sex or religion
I write human err
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SAID THE VICTIM OF SEXUAL ASSAULT
To me,
my cries
deep and soul wrenching.
To you,
shallow. and insignificant.
My tongue forever
twisted with fear,
slurs every word with emotion,
as shame and society's curses invoke themselves
into MY soul.
For though,
I was the prey,
this a crime that blames the victim,
and who wants to hear a woman’s cries of sexual abuse?
No friends
and sometimes no family,
life places you in seclusion.
HE,
the predator,
baroque with prudent calculated words,
tearing down my character,
gratifying himself,
like one who has never done a wrong.
Episodically traumatizing searing jolts in my chest,
as the congested lies continue to spew,
casting a veil of derision
reviving the shameful and revolting touches
all over again.
A new ghostly shadow
creeping out into the light
that will forever follow me,
pre-empt MY days and steal MY nights.
How are yours?
© Al Juman The "said" Poet 9/25/2018
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Said my car,
Beautiful,
drive me in lover boy,
Slowly, Slowly,
Owe-wee
This is so congenial.
Let me savor every moment.
So tight you are revving every muscle in me.
Love it!
sweating a sheen on me,
like a fresh coat of wax.
Ah, Ah, Aha-a!
This is ecstatic,
keep me parked right here.
Don't move a squint.
Wow I am in Lovers Lane.
I mean every car would want to park here
but this Garage is mines.
12/3/2013 © A. Juman The "said" Poet
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Haiku
Creator of all things
He’s unseen or visible
To whom he pleases
©Al Juman The “Said” Poet 10/4/2021
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Said my intent.
I do not discriminate
by race,
by sex
or
by religion.
I merely write historic insightful facts,
depict of the human minds' moral
and ethical behaviors.
Should I offend!
I pray God forgiveness.
© Al Juman The "said" Poet 7/7/2018
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Said Hyacinth
Shadow is in my garden again.
That Ugly chubby plumb British bulldog.
Why can't the Hamilton's keep her over there.
This a place for birds, bees
and gently dragon fly.
Yet comes this slob rubbing up on my roses.
You rascal!
Just look at you,
sprawled legs scattered up in the air
soaking in the sunshine.
Never mind,
just take your fat overfed self and run along.
Yes I am talking to You!
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 6/24/2016
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Said the devil,
Don't worry with that God side
too many rules.
Don't do this,
don't do that.
You can't eat this,
you can't eat that,
Steal and you go to jail.
Cheaters well you're definitely in trouble.
Whoo-hou
you're going into the hell fiya.
Well look here,
don't worry about all that stuff.
Down here,
we have bars with the hottest drinks you can think of.
I mean booze so plentiful you'll be walking on fire.
Tanning salons, oh-wee real hot,
you can fry yourself down here, get all sorts of color.
Brothels to feast your eyes and choose.
I mean what more can you ask for?
Just come join me.
any regrets well fix you up with something even hotter.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 1/20/1985
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Castro! the Diablo of Life succumbs to Death
Castro! the devil’s advocate
orchestrated hooligans,
and kept a destructive quest.
Turned a civil nation chaotic.
Death, destruction, and demoralizing tactics
fell tears through the land.
Millions of cries hit the skies over Cuba.
This a cry that would never stop
as even the dead keep crying
with endless shouts for mercy climbing to God .
Castro! the terrifying Diablo lassoed hate
into the children
and grew generations that altered a beautiful land.
A man with demonic eyes
squeezed the air out of the lungs of Cuba.
Without chains Cubans were in chains,
as he burnt their innocence,
and strangles those who oppose,
A fear drilled deep in the land.
Even the dead finds no rest.
Castro the Diablo of lives even in death.
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