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In the womb a lifeless creature is confined In the soil a lifeless creature is buried In the grave a lifeless creature is entombed In the end a living creature is born #AhmadMusa#review#poem

Northern Nigeria The green north is sinking into blood Its land disappearing and replaced by graves Its calm air has been exiled leaving fear for people to breath Rivers of migrants flow non-stop below the fierce sun and heavy night Wild humans - a savage specie - made homelessness better than staying at home. #AhmadMusa#review#poem

The future is deaf and blind it doesn't see or hear screams and tears tomorrow is mute and unfeeling it won't utter any consoling word later is weak and helpless it can't rid the thorn in its hand What path is left for the troubled, to affect the cause of fear? The route walked by Yunus - who left a whale's tum, alive #AhmadMusa#review#poem

Even now I am fighting with machines. And things were going to get easier. Automation is the God that will free itself, and God only knows what will happen to the rest of us. I don’t think it will be a soft landing. The best hope is lobotomisation, and I hope I will be the first one in line... Unless... Do you want to fight it? Are you nuts? Because that will go well, won't it. The whole world collapsing on itself. The giant cluster-fuck of nuclear weapons, quantum computers, and twitter-hate. That's the dream, isn't it? We emerge from the bunkers, the smart few who distrusted everything and everyone. After years of eating tinned baked beans, we come up to the earth's sandy crust. We can start afresh. A brand new page. Let me make the first toast with our radiated water filled with rat shit. Thinking about it, it may actually happen but in reverse order. I don't see any winners if that's the outcome at the end of all this. It's impossible to not think about the world ending. Thinking about surviving it is worse. It disconnects from the present in all forms. I can see the appeal of already living in the imaginary future. We've done it for centuries, haven't we? The body is sinful, so there is a heaven where the soul can be free of the impurity of being. Life-deniers. Can't deal with life as it is, so something beyond our senses had to be deviously concocted in the minds of the holy men. There is no life now, there is the afterlife as the only true life worth thinking about... But, anyway, not today, brain. Not... To... Day... Today is not the day. Today I have convinced myself that things aren’t that bad. And even if they are, it won’t matter to me at all. Why should it? I can’t do anything about it. And who would want to? At least we can fantasise that we could own the world if it all went wrong because the chances are most of us won’t live long enough to even test that theory. By then we'll be gone, pulverised by the crushing streamlined processes of the bureaucratic unfreedom. And we bitch about it all the time too. I mean, I do. Most of the people participating in it seem to as well. Because what’s the alternative? What else would you have done? Isn’t that the reason why we vote for some fuckers to make the decisions about what’s best for us anyway? This is as good as it gets. So, you and me… we better get over ourselves. I am working on it. I am working on it as I write this. I will press the submit button again and see if God has changed their mind. #review#poetry#prose

I think she is good. Is she ? Or is it your manhood. I think she is nice. Do you? Is she? All I am saying is just be wise. Wow! Calm and polite! Ahh! fear good things ! Shed some light on dark sides. She is beauty! She is bright! Never fall for it! Doesn't make it right. I think she is treasure! Oh is it ? Tresures are cursed seem like unwanted pressure. She is holy! Oh !C'mon ,Holy things are unwanted in the in the world so unholy. I think I love her. I think she will die, sir. Why? what's wrong with you? Good things don't last ! Everyone dies, so will you. Darn!! you are dark, evil. Oh am I? Or is it you ! #poetry#review#vy

In the watery paths, on the slipery hills. In the mild sunshine, on the lane down the bridge. You will find my heart in broken bits. Try if you can fix it. I have poison, I am rich I have whiskey,if you can risk it. Try if it's worth it. You will find my heart in the broken bits. #review#poetry#vy

It has been told. It is sin to love in this world Rather Greater is to not love thyself Ye have been warned Be cautious ! Be careful ! For ye might not know when it happens Long before ye realise it will flow in thy veins Ye won't realise comrade ye will at greater risk of loosing thy happiness thy peace Be cold ! Be indifferent! For it will seep in thy heart It will cloud thy mind Be aware of human the evil Don't fall for goodness Don't fall for kindness Let not the sweetness melt thy heart Let not the smile be dependent on them It has been told It is sin to love in this world. #review#poetry#vy

No voice No sound please No ties No bounds please No sacred No sanctified please No glory No dignified please No darlings No sweethearts please No you no yours Only mine please Books books and wine please #review#poetry#vy

Tipsy evening hazy nights Morning sun seems so bright Blended scotch worth every dime Oh Ballantine my valentine Slivery gleaming you shine With you everything seems fine Every person seems so nice Doesn't matter if dumb or wise Ugly face turns cutie Every girl is great beauty Blended scotch worth every dime Oh Ballantine my valentine #poetry#review#vy

Blood blood ......I see you grow Blood blood I see you flow Blood blood you are hurt again Blood blood you heal again Blood blood you rise and shine Blood blood you have been mine Blood blood never be cold Blood blood...Spread warmth as you grow old Blood blood you are my invest Bllod blood be good for surest #vy#poetry#review

Dear folks, this is a translation of one famous poem of one famous poet into English. Can you please review it and let me know, if it sounds correct, or does it contain enything weird, odd ? /********************************************/ I like to feel that I'm not sick with you I like to know that sickness yours is yours not mine That heavy ball of earth won’t stray off from its course Away from our footprints , fading in sunshine I love that I could funny be Bewildered, clumsy , not wordplaying not turning red upon sleeves touching game not turning pale when see you on your knees I love to see you hugging someone else Before my eyes , reposefully and calmly Not sending me to fire glowing hell To burn forever for not kissing me , my darling I like that mentioning my name is not your habit That tender name you don't utter day-and-night in vain That no one's gonna sing Hallelujah on our wedding In silence of the church, one sunny autumn day Thank you for love, with all your heart and soul That brings me peace at night, unconscious, unaware Thank you for rare meetings if at all So nice, That never in the moonlight do we stroll So great that sun warms not us, soaring high elsewhere So pity, that I am not sick with you So bad, that sickness yours is yours not mine #review #friendship

# haiku #review#xm Boat afloat - sky dark round luminosity forth-night an open smile