Stay it here
Nor will you,
Only the values,
Values will stay
It here,
Values,
Values,
Human values,
Neither you
Nor I will,
but values,
Values,
Human values.

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When I pas through the way,

Byammarkhan

Two statues, blackly and glittering,Carved from the neem logs,Ma Manasha and Ma Shitala,Whom the Hindus worshipAs the ordaining deitiesOf snakes and measles, small pox and othersAnd a cure from.The statues made from wood,Carved and chiselled out of wooden logsAnd painted black in vegetable colours,I see them and look back in astonishment,Two frightening and dreadful statues,It…

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Suffer from our aggressions
Have lost their appetite…
We will discover our ambitions have diminished!
And we have had no other purposes to live
But to believe God thought of us as so special
As to bestow upon us with the kind of power
To produce our own self destruction!
Only to find that we blame HIM…
Or HER
Or IT
Or THAT!
For not paying attention to the ‘signs’ that warn us…
Our egos will never be satisfied,
Until we completely destroy the Earth.
Because ‘someone’…
Somewhere
One day
Will eventually think of a brilliant way,
To sell parcels of Heaven so cheaply…
People of lesser means will be ‘dieing’ to get in!
Able to afford the fee of entry!
Leaving the few that are left,
To kill each other over useless profits
Chipped away
On melting icebergs…
They float upon
And ultimately providing not a shred
Of a lasting benefit!
‘Why do you have to be so negative?
The icebergs are melting
Because of the increased demand
For cleaner drinking water!
God is doing that to make us healthier! ‘

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What’s the purpose of writing down something,

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When doing so is forgotten,And remembering it one quits!Or…How about this one,Looking for a sock that is in your hand?And walking around with it,Then throwing it in the trash can!Not saying I’ve done this…But I know these things ‘someone’ has done!Afterall,In my mind I still think I’m 39!And I’m sure the day will come when…

I can not call my breathing a hobby.

Byammarkhan

To those who associate creativity…To a dollar bill.And there are many like that.Attached to things.Disconnected spiritually…To any talents or gifts,To them God brings!When asked how much I ‘make’…I get irate with folks like that.And those who say they have no time to create…I know right away,With them I do not relate.And those who say they…

Just to prove

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For themselves or others…They killed themselves!In more ways than one.As if that’Was suppose to attract,Some attention.All of their lives…They had been fed,On a diet of madness.They were programmed to see themselves,As disposable treats.Feeding on what they could not resist.And encouraged by an environment,Of thirsty self righteous excuse makers.Sipping slow and digging deep,Into awarded grant funds!That…

Is there anyone who lives,

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Something done one wishes to forget?Perhaps making a remark,That was left to spark an animosity.One even forgiveness given,The mind can not leave alone.Or remove completely,From our doorsteps.To find us inside comforted in total rest.Is there anyone who lives,Without expressing some remorse?A wish a decision made had taken another course?Like a marriage that ends in divorce?Or…

Walk away!

Byammarkhan

About how you suffer.You walked out on me.I am not the one to blame.I did not create,Your pain.If that’s what you’ve come to claim.You dissed me!Selfishly and without thought.I had your back and…So did ‘you’ it seems,As well.You were always freely in my dreams.Coming to go as you pleased.Where as I had to pay rent,In…

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and i’m gonna have a long African
gown
you’ll sit down and say ‘The Black…’
and i’m gonna take one arm out
then you-not noticing me at all- will say ‘What about this brother…’
and i’m going to be slipping it over my head
and you’ll rap on about ‘The revolution…’
while i rest your hand against my stomach
you’ll go on-as you always do- saying
‘I just can’t dig…’
while i’m moving your hand up and down
and i’ll be taking your dashiki off
then you’ll say ‘What we really need…’
and taking your shorts off
the you’ll notice
your state of undress
and knowing you you’ll just say
‘Nikki/
isn’t this counterrevolutionary…’

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they clapped when we landed

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of the black worldthey smiled as we taxied home to be metblack to black face not understanding africans lackcolor prejudicethey rushed to declarecigarettes, money, allegiance to the mother landnot knowing despite having read fanon and davenporthearing all of j.h. clarke’s lectures, supportingnkrumah in ghana and nigeria in the war that there was oncea tribe called…

Don’t look now

Byammarkhan

Into the gray of my morningsOr the blues of every nightIs it that my nailskeep breakingOr maybe the cornon my secind little piggyThings keep popping outon my face or of my lifeIt seems no matter howI try I become more difficultto holdI am not an easy womanto wantThey have askedthe psychiatrists . . . psychologists…

Ever been kidnapped

Byammarkhan

if i were a poeti’d kidnap youput you in my phrases and meterYou to jones beachor maybe coney islandor maybe just to my houselyric you in lilacsdash you in the rainblend into the beachto complement my seePlay the lyre for youode you with my love songanything to win youwrap you in the red Black greenshow…

(With compliments and apologies to all not mentioned by name)

Byammarkhan

bout those beautiful beautiful beautiful outasightblack menwith they afroswalking down the streetis the same ol dangerbut a brand new pleasuresitting on stoops, in bars, going to officesrunning numbers, watching for their whorespreaching in churches, driving their hogswalking their dogs, winking at mein their fire red, lime green, burnt orangeroyal blue tight tight pants that hugwhat…

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With Pleasure I was sleeping,
Life’s sweet silence
Soft sweet room.
But I’m not sleeping today
The night is long and cold night
Can’t shut eyes,
Tired of life, not in body.
Today go dew drops
Be cool being cool
Not clothes in the body of the poor.
Hope and dream believer from
So needed today,
The sky again
Like me thousands of poor.
बै सानखालि
अख्रांआव न’ लुनानै
गोदो गोदो उन्दुलांदोँमोन आं,
जिउनि गोदै सिरि
थाजिम रैसुमै खथायाव।
नाथाय दिनै आं उन्दुलांलिया
हर गोलाव गुसु हराव
मेसेबनो रोङा मेगन,
जिउनि मेंङै देहायाव।
दिनै निहिर गोग्लैयो
गुसु सुहाब सुहाब
हि गैयै हावरियानि मोदोमाव।
दुंबुर मिजिँ आरो सिमांजोँ
बिनिनो नांगौ दिनै,
अख्रां गंसे आरोबाव
आंबादि हाजार हावरियानो।

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गेजेर फरायसालिनि देवना बारै

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बहा मोनामोन नोँ गुरुदेब-जिउ गोहो बोलोखौ?गोथार गोरबोजोँ खेबसेअनसायलांबाय नोँ बर’ हारिखौथैनो रोङै, गुरुदेब नोँ माहारिनिफोथांबाय नोँ बर’ हारिखौ।सिनायथि होनो हारिखौ मुलुगाव।

गोजां बोथोर फैनायनि सिगांनो

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खोरखि दरजा जोखाव जोबदोँ आंउदां बार नांफैगोनबादि.खोरखि आरो दरजाआंनि गोलोमदैखौनोदान हरबाय आं बिथांनोबेबादिनो थांबाय बै गोलाव सानफोरा.कम्बल बुथुम बायनायावनोगुसुं हर हरफोराफिउ फिउ बारलांदोँआबुंङै उन्दुनो मोनाखै आं.साना फैयो हरा थाङोहर सान आरो हर सानबेबादिनो नै गोजां बोथोरा थांबायानोथांगासुरि जोमग्लुबनानै.आंनि गोजांनायआंनि हिसिमा कम्बलआरो मेगन मोदैदान हरबाय आं गोजां बोथोरनो.दिनै आंनि आर’ज-हे गोलोम बोथोर!हे गोजां बोथोर!नोँसोर फैफिनोब्लाआरोबाव आंनिफ्राय…

मायनि बिलाइ सोमाव सोमाव

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दिनै बारबोदों आधोननि बारआमोनाबिलिनि गुस्थियावमिनिनाय फैसालि बुब्लिनि बोद्लानानैआगोल लोगोफोरजों सावरायनायगारबोनाय बाथ्राफोरखौ लेंहरदोंगोरान बिलाइदा गोरान बिलाइआ गाबो बारजोंथांनांगौ सम जाबायमिहि आर सुदेम बारो जेबोला बारआबेवहायनो गेवलांनो सानो आंआबुं महर-मुस्रि दिन्थिनो;आंनि महरादि बेसे समायना मिथिया नोंमिजिंजों आबुं गोसो लानानैगोदानै सारिनो लुबैयो आंअख्रां फारसे नायहरो गोसोआहराव जेरै फैयो हाथर्खि अखाफोरसानाव सानआ बुहुमखौ आवग्रियो सोरांजोंगां दा आंनि मोनफ्रोम मेगन…

अदेबानि बेसेबा गोदैनिफ्राय

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गले गले गाबज्रिफैनायदोर्बि नोँनि माथोआ–बिलाइ गोरलैनि बारबादिरैरुब रैरुब नोँनि बिलिर फैनायबेसेबा रंगिना-आलायारन फुंनि मेथायाव–बिलाइ गोरान सिरि सिरिफागुण थांनायजोँसिमलि थुला उरायलांदोँ–गोरबो सुंग्रि सुंग्रि फैथारदोँ नोङोहालो-दैलो बिरबायनानैथाफै अन्नायनि लखाबावजेराव नोँजोँ आंजोँ-–जिउ थांजासे जिउनिगंसे मुलुगनि सिङावमिनिलायगोन बोराबलायगोन-

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जानो हायोबा गोबां जा हायाबा एसेल’ जामागो-दमासि जोंनि गामिनि सोदोमस्रि।खुवा खुवा सोरांस्लाबमोनैनै दाउसिनफोरा सिमलि बिफांआव दमासि रंजादोंखुवायाबो सोरगिदिं गामि मागिदोंदेंखो हगारना निहिरआ बाज्लदों थब थब थबआं लामाजों थाबायनाय समावखोमसि खोमसि आमटेकाजों सासे मानसिया हुर साइकेल सलायलांदोंसानदों जानांगौ बिथांआ-बेदर सेरसे मोनोखोमा। बिबोनां फैगोन गवालफारानिजानाय-लोंनाय आरो रंजानाय-मोसानायबुंनांगौब्ला मागो दमासियाव फ्रिनाथाय बुलायनो मोना हामा,जौ फेनानै सैमाफोरजों गाग्लोब जानो…

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Gone to that World
Where we had been
Before we were born!
By the time we meet
I want to remain fit..
Fit to dimensions
Of your Love,
Fit to destinations
Of your Soul,
Fit to Vast Expanses
Of your Heart,
Fit to deep desires
Of your Lives…
Fit to your soft touches
Of melancholic Loneliness,
Fit to your
Hard and rigid shapes and
Huge Volumes of Unfulfillment.
I do not know if
Time matters or Space..
I only know this,
That you would bid me both-
Farewell from the Earth and
Welcome to that Space! !

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For you

Byammarkhan

But a story-Eternal,that conquers deathand the Ethereal timeand space.For youthis planetis an eternal scriptwritten inalphabets of immortalityon the paper heartsof your million loverswith an indelibleink of love.The choice ofTime, place and personfor this momentof seprationmay be was not yours-But the voidyou createdis certainly ours,chosen solely by us.

As ever

Byammarkhan

how discontented stillyou are..I still didn’t come upwith something that couldrestore your faith on me.You were at your bestto prove me unfaithful,in your myriad attemptsOut of the way and unsuccessfulEverything you needed wasSome peaceful settlementand solace thatI must never hurt you,I must be true to my words,I must be willing to see you happyAnd is…

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