Author: naswithnotepads
Zombie Apocalypse
by Abubakr Elbasha Let it be known to all that the fallacy has been wrongfully preceived, The prophecies foretold to us through movie theaters and T.V screens About a zombie apocalypse filed under ‘myths’ in our minds are all too true, They have infiltrated our societies and took over the media to project these lies…
Letter to Lujayne
Tamalaki, Tamalaki Because love is carved In even the toughest parts of your heart Tamalaki Even if you refuse to see it now You are the reason for someone’s smile The end of someone’s turmoil And someone’s hope for a new beginning Tamalaki Hold your head up higher than that of those Who think that…
Evidently Chickentown
By John Cooper Clarke Performed by Ali Guduf The fucking cops are fucking keen To fucking keep it fucking clean The fucking chief’s a fucking swine Who fucking draws a fucking line At fucking fun and fucking games The fucking kids he fucking blames Are nowehere to be fucking found Anywhere in chicken town The…
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by Tarig Omar Originally, this was a prodigy; an adonic mythology This was the mystical spiritual addition to the regular biology Originally… This was a poem, Eminently great, written in the language of epic poetry, Heroic hexameters and such incorporated in classical antiquity, stanziac artistry, Ottava rima, terza rima, a pièce de résistance French, English,…
Pick Up Line
by Abubakar Elbasha Allow me to break tradition for a second and skip the regular cliches of silent stares, Subliminal glares and bankrupt metaphors sewn into poor pick up lines. Because I’m trying to overlook the looks and see past the thick mask of wonder powder, And mascara to reach into the not-so-physical make-up of…
Community Poem – Book of 2012, Chapter 8
Awake, regardless of what it takes No matter how high the stakes What’s with all the optimisim for fuck’s sake I mean, optimisim is overrated anyway, isn’t it ? Who cares about optimisim, just silence the bloody mixer She cares too much, there’s no way to fix her She holds the World in her heart…
I'm Retro
by Maabad Said I’m Retro If being Retro, Refers to a time… Where Meaning succumbed Rhyme Then I’m definitely Retro… If it refers to when music and songs had a Message, Not Anthems of asses and cleavage Or remotely pornographic But, today the songs we listened to, Are called old school, they’re called Classics But…
Why I Write' (Shit)
by Abubakar Elbasha I write, for the same reason I live, to make art, And I can’t draw for shit, but… I can lace the pad with style and grace with words that trace Deeper than the expressions on my face. I use poemss to paint portraits and spoken word to unleash the beast in…
Community Poem – Book of 2012, Chapter 7
When will we open our eyes and stop the silent cries It’s been too long since Alice has fallen into the rabbit hole enough Yes it has, but will it clear the trough I’m tired of thinking, besides what is this This is a pain storm, a brain storm that resembles where I came from…
Shamasha
by Abu Bakar Lo Shamasha, Shamasha Why do you run? Nearly dying in the shadows, Barely living in the sun.Shamasha, Shamasha What will you do? Well, I got my sock And my very own stock of glue. I’m running away from me, And I’m running away from you. Shamasha, Shamasha Shamasha, Shamasha Where will you…
