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Nashid Shabazz Poem
I stumbled with hunger as my guide.
I fell and pummeled the ground like rain from the sky.
Getting up voices tried to plead with me.
But I had no time to give, only to succeed.
Ambitious was I to climb this mountain of life.
Fruits of heaven were said to be in the clouds.
My stomach turned at poverty, a ridiculous plight.
I yearned for the good, ripe, benefits of the mound.
Ha, how I would laugh when I get the gist of it.
Who knew my mouth could reach my toe?
I climbed to the peak just to take a sit,
And watch the world from down below.
Near the base a swarm of happy bees moved with silent grace.
They swirled like honey in tea and drew a picture of a face.
How funny would it be to drop rocks from this towering place.
But 'twas the irony, all I really wanted was a taste.
Copyright © Nashid Shabazz | Year Posted 2007
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Nashid Shabazz Poem
Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.
Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet,
Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast,
Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid,
'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness.
Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe,
Moon of mist now found by life and gift,
For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig,
Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid,
Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth,
Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof,
Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new,
Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.
Copyright © Nashid Shabazz | Year Posted 2008
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Nashid Shabazz Poem
Mornings of mystic enchantment inspired by a jestful warden invigorates the soul,
While a distant mew over yonder at where enlightenment disperses forms into a mould.
Who can say what is lustrous white embroiders to caliginous blue?
For years of time with one intrinsic love will make into...well, perfectly you.
Relish the grains of sand partook that binds you with that covenant.
Delight in the moments that increase the love immersed deep down, around, and above of it.
Clasp in your arms one fine, stout, especial emblem which informally reserves due.
Bethink that for with every father, there is essentially...well, you.
Copyright © Nashid Shabazz | Year Posted 2008
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Nashid Shabazz Poem
Her body lay listless but I saw her move.
When nothing happens, nothing do you lose?
With all in this world, she was all that's left.
I swear I sung to her but not a breath.
For I was mute with nothing to say.
My mind in a trance with no care for fate.
How long I thought would this silence last?
Compelled by her I had to steal a glance.
She still lay listless there she did stay.
From my crime, what price shall I pay?
But relief blew a sigh ending my dismay.
I seen her smile...for life was hard but all-in-all a good day.
Copyright © Nashid Shabazz | Year Posted 2007
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