The Old Age

It is a tym when our powerful arms lose their strength

Strong leg become weak and bent…teeth falling out

The old age

Teeth fall so we cant chew the food we like

Eyes got no clear vision, we become blind

The light from the moon and the sun become blak

The old age….yu become deaf  becoming heard in hearing

Ya hair becomes white

We become too old to be the father or mother of a baby

Then we will go to our new home-the grave forever.

And the streets will be filled with people going to our funeral

And coming from our funeral

I hope those who done righteous deeds

And planted love seeds

Will find it comfortable

To sleep in the grave

Let there be peace in our grave

Indeed Allah to return us to life in the grave

Is able……

May Allah allow us the comfort of the grave

And not its punishment……

ALLAH IS THE POET OF DEEDS

Allah-Lord of the worlds is the poet of deeds
Who teaches volcanoes to erupt
With molted fire as his words
Thinking in chasm of earthquakes
And sweep some parts with tornadoes

Allah is the poet of deeds
Who phrases with thunderclaps
And floods
Taste our efforts with droughts
And more calamities

Allah is a poet of deeds
Who bathes his earth with spring
And green vegetation…wild flowers beautify earth
That’s when the Lord smiles to us
Who dares ignore the beauty of Allah-God Almighty.

OFFICERS IN BLUE

For a reason such as this

Cops are made

to ask cooperative questions

such as:

"Pliz we are kindly asking to arrrest you

will yu cooperate?"

Cops stopped me

on the road

searched me with his bayonet

And arrested me for carrying a dangerous weapon;

All i had on me was a pen.

What I see

What is it a show of

The roses on the casket laid

Just wait their sweetness there

The dead can’t tell what roses mean

Nor can they see or care

The love expressed,the eulogy,

Cant penetrate the grave….

The anguish and tears poured out

All come too late to save…

So love,let us be kind and true

To one another now.

This life we take for granted here,

Fades soon,we know not how.

Have a productive week,

Don’t fold ya hands and remain weak

Be strong and remain meek

Control and lessen the words yu speak

Durban City

Durban today you are hiding a queen,

Her eyes under her veil are like a gentle dove

Her hair long and flowing

Durban open your gates and allow myself to meet the queen

Come with me queen of Durban

Come from the tropical city of humidity

Durban open your gates wide

Expose me to the queen of your sweet love

I have taken off my coat

I don’t want to put it back

I have washed my feet

Durban allow me to step in the queens carpet

This carpet from Persian…

The country of origin for Adam and Hawa

May peace be upon them

Get closer Durban

I am in Durban city

Looking for the queen

Am lost in Durban

The police that patrol Durban found me,

They hit me, they hurt me,

The officers took my documents from me

Who is that queen? they asked me

She is a pretty queen of Durban,I told ‘em

She is pretty as the moon

Before  I realized it

Nelson Mandela sent me a convoy to drive me to the palace

To see the queen

After the officers humiliated myself

Now Durban is welcoming me….

Sorry, sorry and welcome to Durban

So yu may see the queen

I got to the palace where the queen belong

Oh delightful young queen!

Tall like a palm tree in Mombasa where I came from

The Queen of Durbans breast like

Clusters of the palm tree’s fruit.

I said I will climb up the palm tree,

I will take hold of its branches

The smell of the queen’s breath is like apples

But am a slave,

My skin is dark

Burned by the scorching sunshine

My hair is hard

Some say they can make use of my hard hair to clean sufurias

But now the Queen of Durban

Don’t look at how dark I am…..

She don’t look at how dark the sun has made me

I am dark becoz my slave master

Made me to work in the field

B ut now am in a palace

Free from the shackles of doom

My pen run dry..

The Queen is walking me under her apple trees

And am lost of words……gliding in my heart

Keep me patient

Oh Allah!! Lord, keep us kind and sweet all day

Give to our heart a joyful poem.

We know we are bound to bear some stress,

But keep us patient all day long.

                                                    

Not every face we meet today,

Will greet us with a loving smile.

Some fake it some make it original,

But it still remain a smile

Hiding the heavy load some we carry

So keep us patient all the while.

Oh Allah!!Lord tame ouir thoughts and speech today,

Let us not air things which offend.

Should irritation vex our soul,

Still keep us patient till the end.