At Tahrir The History Always Say His Word
No one read the history well
The ancient history or the modern well
Both has the same warning bell
Once someone sit on the authority chair
He never thinks it can take him to the prison or hell
The warning bell rang so loudly at Tahrir square till
Till the history said his word without any more word to be tell
The same always done but the chair makes everyone deaf
The same is going on to day
The same, all are going in the same way
Marshall took off his official suit right away
To be ready to sit on the chair
Exactly as the last one done after 6 October
The chair always has his magic way
To make every one deaf, blind and can't see the right way
But the Egyptian knew their way
Tahrir is waiting from them tomorrow and every day.
My dear friends i must mention something:
My friend Saadat Tahir invited me to read has last poetry 'Marshal’s Epaulettes At Tahrir Fell '.Once i finished read his expressive words my comment was with one shot those words i wrote up here.
By the way it's the first time i write about Tahrir revolution.Also my friend Tahir is from Pakistan, but the world becamea very small village all our agony is the same any where.
All my thankful and grateful to my friend Tahir.
Marshal’s Epaulettes At Tahrir Fell
Marshal’s epaulettes now traded for suits.
And Itallian shoes for mil-issue boots.
Eyeing with disdain our forgotten roots.
On Cairo’s streets a chance to walk.
With sad Egyptians a smiley talk.
Sad in the heart but steady as a rock.
Never bargained just faces to change.
Far more varied our demands range.
We wish to reverse the faith exchange.
Care not for sons, at Tahrir that fell,
for the hungry millions of Nile’s dell.
And refuse to learn what histories tell.
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Tahrir Square
Onward they march through the streeted paddocks of
Tahrir Square.
The struggle that seeded spring
has yet to produce flowers for the people.
Independent insurrectionists flex the sinews of a community,
establishing roadblocks and boycotting bureaucrats,
in attempt to tame the general's pack of antediluvian wardogs,
chawing the peoples democratic leg with stronghold jaws of steel and lead,
equipped with mouthfuls of razorwire teeth.
The swift wing butterflies congregate under canopies of milk and pearl
charting the burgeoning al fresco atmosphere
while outside, in Tahrir Square, progresses' peaceful procession
remains in a slothful shuffle
impeded by the dead weight of combat boots
accountability falls in sparse, inert drops of drivel
from the crooked mouth of the militaristic cur.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Mubarak Egyptian Protests Threatens Suez Oil
Mubarak had given
a coded speech
on nationwide Egyptian
state television
Mubarak supporters listen
recognized his decision
immediately instantly
the answer to where many
of dictators secret police went
was answered in brutality
Tahrir Square 2nd February
'Amned Daula' 'Moochabarat'
sinister secret police of Egypt
who immune have held Emergency
Powers thirty stain years kept
since Emergency Law was swiftly
passed after Egypt’s President Sadat
was assassinated such a tragedy
succeeding dictator henchmen security
torture with Mubarak total immunity
Mubarak security supporters provoked
blood letting upon peacefully assembling
protesters in Tahrir Square after ordering
teargas rubber bullets baton charges in
days earlier secret police tactic brutality
to beat isolated protesters with iron bars
was routine for protest eradication policy
now administration frustration hits streets
demons are out of bottle and upon the street
modern tactics retrocede into mystic Bedouin
camel charge loud sound of liberty bell rings
an Egyptian falcon freedom sands soaring flies
wind of change is blowing protests
are not going to effect your country
except in increased national poverty
oil prices increasing to $100 dollars
plus a barrel an eighth of the world's
shipping goes through the Suez channel
Mubarak closed all Egyptian banks
shipping companies cannot pay access
the ports of Alexandria etc are closed
or on skeleton crews ships cannot
refuel in Egypt Mubarak has now played
his cards the poor will suffer but not
world elite leaders bankers corporations
solution must be found now immediate
if Egypt’s people will not end protests
elite will end Mubarak rule inconvenient?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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How Long Is Short Time
How long or short is Time?
Got up early sat on a chair not reading or watching TV,
time has been running too fast lately into the sand
of a desert that doesn’t bloom; must slow time down
to a trickle. After breakfast I went for a walk and took
no interest in what I saw, back in my chair looking at
the clock, yes the forenoon was endless and I was
hungry, and finally lunch. In the afternoon I went for
another walk, didn’t buy a paper I only get engrossed
in what I read and time flies. Back home I sat in my chair
watched a dipteral circle around, fell asleep and when
I awoke it was seven in the evening, time I had saved
that day had been wasted by me snoozing in a chair.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Old Blue Chair
There's a blue rockin' chair
Sittin' in the sand
Weathered by the storms
And well-oiled hands
It sways back and forth
With the help of the winds
And seems to always be there like an old trusted friend
I've read a lot of books
Wrote a few songs
Looked at my life where it's goin' where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus winshield
But nothing compares
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it when I sit in that Old Blue Chair
From that chair I've caught
A few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats sail
In and out of cinnamon bays
I let go of a lover
That took a piece of my heart
Prayed many times for forgiveness
And a brand new start
I've read a lot of books
Wrote a few songs
Looked at my life where it's goin' where it's gone
I've seen the world trough a bus winshield
But nothing compares
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it when I sit in that Old Blue Chair
That chair was my bead one new year's night
When I passed out from too much
Malibu and Dye
And I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites I swear
Got em' all sittin' right there in that Old Blue Chair
There's a blue rockin' chair
Sittin' in the sands
Weathered by the storms
And well-oiled hands
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Way too soon …
Way too soon YOU needed this lovely rose.
Way too quick went this script of a prose.
So many things were left unspoken.
So much pain and hearts so broken.
YOU needed her to sparkle in heaven's light.
on love's chest, a watch in the night
No more loving words from beautiful lips.
No more smile as the coffee she sips
Only memories in heart to be felt in the dark.
Reason as to why so soon, not ours to ask!
For YOUR wishes are ours to fulfill.
On a morning breeze, she wafts still
though her laughter rings on moors yet
a haunting dawn, never progresses to a set
However painful it may sometimes be.
The glorious star in the night sky is she
the morning dew will be her tears
howling wind's elegy that my heart hears
still her loving voice will be my prompt
floating like parchments as silky soft
and when the sun goes down at night
darkness pierces the breast like a blight
her love will be the power of the moon.
a friend I never knew … went too soon!
Amanda Boucher with saadat tahir
Original
October 26,2012.
poem by Saadat Tahir
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Egyptian Tanks In Tahrir Square
Mighty yellow metal monsters
intimidate approach Tahrir Square;
symbolic modern dread dealers
of death sent to scare spread fear;
but courage of Egyptian peaceful protesters
defies president calculated tank terror threat;
day upon day witness oppressed courageous
civilian populations demands freedom fight.
No torture dictator rule indefinitely steals
a sovereign nation’s dream freedom right;
No general president in immunity survives
indefinitely citizen’s claim to freedom right.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in February 2011 on the 3.2.2011.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Egypt
A very furious wave of protest finally swept the Egypt's President
After eighteen days of relentless rallies against poverty and corruption.
To autocrats across the Arab world it was sent a real advertisement
And Vice President said a military council would run the affairs of the nation.
A free and fair presidential electionfor September it has been promised
After Mubarak had flown with his family from Cairo to the Red Sea.
People embraced in Cairo's Tahrir the main focus for their protest,
Mubarak left because to their conditions he really didn't agree.
Sobbing for joy, Egyptians celebrated in carnival mood on the street,
They fought to have their freedom and to demand their needed right.
They won, because Mubarak easily broke in his most dispirited final defeat
And “Egypt is free! ” Egyptian people screamed on Friday night.
For Egyptians, Mubarak’s resignation wasn’t only a political matter.
Egyptians noticed how much of their lives had passed under Mubarak.
They have decided that they were going to change their lives for the better.
Therefore, Egypt's revolution turned very violent as Mubarak struck back.
There was a note of caution over how far the military allowed a democracy
Someone said Egypt isn't moving toward democracy, but into martial law.
People rose up against government, asking an end to President ' autocracy.
Europe's Arabs have watched those events with a mixture of fear and awe.
Mubarak’s resignation left countless uncertainties for the whole nation
But the main goal of the Egyptian revolution has been really achieved.
Out there, in the middle of that 'ice storm' there was a real torsional vibration
But, in the end, the crowd is going to be very excited and definitely relieved.
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An Egyptian Freedom Falcon Flies Battle Cry Freedom
over Egyptian sands past monolith waiting pyramids
royal falcon flies sands where prophet Moses lead
own enslaved people to a long awaited promised land
finally after waiting thousands of years a leaderless
Egyptian people lead themselves to fame freedom sands
to see an Alamo moment birth in phoenix pyre eyes
stirs heart of freedom loving men to battle cry freedom
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
The two split images of this poem are ‘Long Awaited Freedom Claimed At Tahrir Square’ and ‘Alamo Moment Birth Phoenix’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ancient History
We can talk and talk all night / If you want to that's all right
Til I've heard every word you've got to say,
Go ahead and take your time / If you've got something on your mind
But it won't change the way I feel anyway
That's ancient history to me now
Something we don't have to talk about
You know I love you anyhow / That's ancient history to me now
There's a tale you've got to tell,
How you stumbled and then you fell
But I guess I knew that all along,
And, my love, there's times when we
Are weaker than we'd like to be,
And I could tell some stories of my own
CHORUS
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Egypt Unrest
Crowds gather around Tahrir Square
Fighting for a change... fair.
From here we sense people's anxiety
Longing for a better future
By creating a government national unity.
People from all walks of life
Have come together in unison
Not for the sake of strife
Rather for the attempt to stop what's mean.
May today's uncertainty
Give way to desired unity
So as Egypt soon can see
Security, freedom, and prosperity.
We support these people's aspirations
Praying God to provide them with order
So they can rule in peace
And cooperate with all nations.
(30th January,2011)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Read My Lips
Words and music: doug johnson, mike reno, neil shilkin
Here you come again, lookin for another thrill
With your lipstick, high heel shoes, lookin like youre
Dressed to kill
Tattoo stuck on you, branded by a chosen few
What short memory, now its time to pay your dues
Dont you hear a word I say?
Just turn your head and look this way
And read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my lips, Im tellin you, Im through with you
I know where you go when you need to get some
Bad little actress on a mattress, its seduction
Anything for you
You dont hear a word I say
So turn your head and look this way
And, read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, youre history
Ive been watching what you do
And it doesnt take a fool
To see what weve been through
Oh, gonna turn the page on you
(guitar solo)
You dont hear a word I say
So turn your head and look this way
And read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my tips, oh, Im through with you
Read my tips
Read my lips, listen to me, Im talkin to you
Read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, youre history
Oh yeah, read my lips
I said, read my lips
Read my lips
Just read my lips
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Steal The Thunder
Here you come again, lookin' for another thrill
With your lipstick, high heel shoes, lookin' like you're dressed to kill
Tattoo stuck on you, branded by a chosen few
What short memory, now it's time to pay your dues
Don't you hear a word I say? Just turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, I'm tellin' you, I'm through with you
I know where you go when you need to get some
Bad little actress on a mattress, it's seduction, anything for you
You don't you hear a word I say, so turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, you're history
I've been watching what you do, and it doesn't take a fool
To see what we've been through, oh, gonna turn the page on you
(Solo)
You don't you hear a word I say, so turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, oh, I'm through with you
Read my lips, oh, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, you're history
Oh yeah, read my lips, I said, read my lips, read my lips
Just read my lips
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The Chair Don't make the Man
People see me in this chair and whisper look at that poor man over there. They believe my life is wasted all because I’m in this chair. Well I got some to say that I want you all to hear. Just like clothes don’t really make a man neither does a chair. The chair is just what I use to get me for here to there. Just like people who walk use their legs to get them everywhere. Because besides the chair I’m just like you; I laugh, I cry and yes I have sex too. Now that you all know the next time you see me don’t whisper look at that poor man over there. In fact don’t say anything just remember the chair don’t make the man.
Cogitation
if this chair does not exist
will i, this, chair, me, who asks,
if this chair, exists at all,
can i, exist, too? will i be dependent
on the thought of a chair
a thought of me that i think i
can touch, that i think thoughts
touching this thought of a chair
does the chair think about me,
i ask, looking for that therefore
beside the chair that i thought
is a chair, that i thought is I,
am, therefore, a chair, thinking
chair, on four feet?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tahrir Square Shrouded In Smoke Teargas Clouds
in immediate
protest response
to Mubarak’s
awaited late-night
television address
one eyewitness
reported a
small seed fire
had been set
at the Mogama
building housing
several
government
offices
in central
Tahrir square
which was
shrouded by clouds
of smoke teargas
Mubarak in his first
public appearance
since unrest
broke out
four days before
said on state
television 'It is not
by setting fire
and by attacking
private
and public property
that we achieve
the aspirations
of Egypt
and its sons,
but they will
be achieved
through dialogue,
awareness
and effort.'
aspirations
of protesters
will be achieved
through effort
dialogue in Egypt
with Mubarak gone...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Old Chair
We look at an old chair and wonder
whose bottom once sat there.
Was it someone Royal
or someone posh
with lots and lots of dosh,
or was it someone poor
that treasured a comfortable seat.
No matter whom it was,
just look and wonder
at the history of that old chair,
then just sit on it
and put more history there.
29 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Blue Chair
Now its just you and me, my blue friend
And you say that its you that shes thinking of
And our affair must end
But if its you that shes thinking of
I think my broken heart might mend
Chorus: now its my turn to talk and your turn to think
Your turn to buy and my turn to drink
Your turn to cry and my turn to sink down in the blue chair
Down in the blue chair
Now Ive made up my mind Ive made my mistake
And I know that she cries for you
When shes barely awake
Well shes going to bend your mind
Well I hope it dont break
Chorus
Down in the blue chair
We can watch our troubles rise
Like smoke into the air
And drift up to the ceiling
Down in the blue chair
You can feel just like a boy or a man
And next minute you can find yourself kneeling
Down in the blue chair
Theyre boasting of loving the daylights right out of her in the small hours
Down in the blue chair
You say that your love lasts forever when you know the night just hours
And still I want her right now
Not any minute, hour or day
And wherever she is tonight
I want her anyway
I suppose she never said to you,
You were just in the way
Chorus
Down in the blue chair
Down in the blue
Blue becomes you
Down in the blue chair
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My Poetry Journey
My poetry journey is nothing and nowhere to go
Without leaving a word or two
I need a companion along the way
With you in my thoughts each day
In this square box i learned a lot and send
To click, read and comment and bend
Making someone happy and heaven sent
Learning, loving, inspiring and content
In this journey, i learned the hard way
To be strong, and make my day
Never to become bitter
But a better person everyday
The heart prints you left behind
Will never be forgotten until the end
In my simple ways, you made me special
Thanks for walking with me
In my poetry journey.
When the dawn seems dark and dreary
I hope and pray that HE will never leave me
I have to walk fast in this poetry journey
Till you see me the person you wanted me to be.
Thank you, my friends in poetry
Nothing could take this love from you and me
Drop by, read, click and comment
Leave something of yourself, and make a little difference
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The Arrow The Chair And The Falling Star
the chair is silent
it has feet but it does not leave
it screeches sometimes
because you are heavy
with your load (this burden
this baggage of the
soul)
the chair faces the sea
because your finger points to
a falling star
and the chair like you
makes a wish
like you
it wishes that the moon
may soon have lips
that you can
kiss throughout the night
unlike you
the chair never dreams of arms.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Want A Warning
History is made, not repeated
And you hide behind words that make you feel needed
And what you read in those books made you so conceited
So in order for love to be true
My dreams will have to
Become my only rules
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
Wake me up on into a world outdated
And the older you get the more you seem jaded
As you search for the quotes to make it seem complicated
So in order for love to be true
Even my nightmares
Become my only rules
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
But I've seen through
Every promise is a warning
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I've seen through
For a promise of a warning
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