Tribute Poems
The Last Poem
by Kamal Nasser
Beloved, if perchance word of my death reaches you
As, alone, you fondle my only child
Eagerly awaiting my return,
Shed no tears in sorrow for me
For in my homeland
Life is degradation and wounds
And in my eyes the call of danger rings.
Beloved, if word of my death reaches you
And the lovers cry out:
The loyal one has departed, his visage gone forever,
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يا رسول الله - Poem by
by إلياس فرحات
غَمَرَ الأَرْضَ بِأَنْوَارِ النُّبُوَّةْ
كَوْكَبٌ لَمْ تُدْرِكِ الشَّمْسُ عُلُوَّهْ
لَمْ يَكُدْ يَلْمَعُ حَتَّى أَصْبَحَتْ
تَرْقُبُ الدُّنْيَا وَمَنْ فِيهَا دُنُوَّهْ
بَيْنَمَا الكَوْنُ ظَلاَمٌ دَامِسٌ
فُتِحَتْ فِي مَكَّةَ لِلنُّورِ كُوَّةْ
وَطَمَى الإِسْلاَمُ بَحْرَاً زَاخِرَاً
بِأَوَاذِيِّ الْمَعَالِي وَالفُتُوَّةْ
مَنْ رَأَى الأَعْرَابَ فِي وَثْبَتِهِمْ
عَرَفَ البَحْرَ وَلَمْ يَجْهَلْ طُمُوَّهْ
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A Last Tribute -01
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
Once upon a time, dear
This day, every year
Made me bathe in tear-
As it came so near.
At a pretty little past
Although it'd be the last,
For things fade so fast
't was day of my heart.
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A Tribute Of Sincere Respect Offered To The Gentleman Whose Generous Exertions In Favour Of The Unfortunate Prisoner Galley, Saved His Life.
by Josias Homely
There dwells for him a brightness in the shades,
A soft still whisper, in the silent woods,
A charm to sooth his loneliest, dreariest hour,
Peopling with mild delight his solitude.
And cheering midnight with a beam of joy.
There dwells for him among the flowery paths
Where pleasure spreads her blandishment, and wealth
Her splendour lavishes—a secret thought
Of power to lift the heart to happiness,
And fill its inmost chambers with a ray
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نحن قوم أبيونا - Poem by خ
by خليل السكاكيني
نحن قوم أبيّونا
لا نقر الأذى فينا
لا نبالي منايانا
في سبيل أمانينا
يا بلادا ورثناها
عن جدود ميامينا
إن يهاجمك زرزور
يلقَ منا شواهينا
يا بلادا هويناها
واتخذنا الهوى دينا
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Brainiac
by Kevin Schroeder
BRAINIAC
In the pulse of noise, where chaos reigns,
Brainiac blurs the lines, defies the chains.
With rhythms that twist and melodies wild,
They craft a sound, electric and styled.
From Dayton’s heart, they carved their way,
A fusion of art, where shadows play.
In every note, a spark of the strange,
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David
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Michelangelo’s David . . .
Hmm!
I call it, reverently,
The Colossus of Florence.
It never tires of standing
Proudly, unshod and unashamed,
Like a discus-throwing naked prince of Greece,
Olympian and sturdy,
A true Adonis,
Showing off his small, gentle, rested penis
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To the Piano Player
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
O’ fingers so blessed and anointed,
how gentle, how feeble
are you on the teeth of the piano —,
the soft voice of elevated sound,
the scent of music wafting
through mute-listening clouds
and to the chords of the soul!
The essence of all this is to light up
the dark caverns of a distressed Testament.
The life of the piano player rests on the golden
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For John Lennon
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
At Penny Lane,
among Strawberry Fields,
which swished in global excitement
and superbly choreographed words,
came a voice deep and long —
a voice we will hear time after time —
the voice of John
a protest of Lennon.
Africa
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Africa,
I reconcile your genius with nostalgia,
perfervidity and relic lust;
your age with the whiteness
of a virgin void of earliness;
and your life with the tenderness
of the yolk of God.
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