Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Saturday, 9 June 2012

XY


~XY~
PREAMBLE-
Who what when is a man?
When is a man truly a man?
What qualifies as a man?
Who is worthy to be called man?
Where do you find this man?
How do you know...
It is a man?

Ponder with me now...
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What makes man,
Man?

Is it his full length of phallus
other features of his anatomy

In bearing strength, a face so callous
or being subtle, acting solemnly

Is it enough he answers “O Son of Adam”
or must he uphold tenacity down to every atom?

Depth & width of his conviction(s)
Height & weight of his ambition(s)

Veiling behind every other -ist
or denouncing each and every -ism

His endless toils, though Sisyphean
Or grounding his Achilles (obdurately) remaining Herculean

His wits and cunning in dealing, fear
His definition of valor ever keeping it dear

In dueling Atlas, burden bear
Mimicking nymph as a Nomad- bare


What makes man,
Brahman?

His ‘unfleshy’ gluttony
or dieting in greenery

What makes man
Bushman?

His nomadic untameness
or his meek carelessness


What relates man,
Doberman?

His bark. His growl. His angry teeth.
Or his submissive woof as if he just teethe

What makes man,
Subhuman?

Numbness to all that's about and abound
or observing, not carking--- ignorance-bound


When is man
Prehuman?

In acting out a monkey
or believing Darwinist ‘baboonery’’


What makes man
Superman?

Feats of the supernatural
or giving soooo much hope, it’s just unnatural


When is man,
Countryman?

Being an advocate of fascism,
without skidding towards racism
or
A pontificator for socialism,
without forsaking pacifism


What makes a man
a Gentleman?
Is it how he loves in glove,
till he gets the permissory nod
or
In truth and good,
‘as if’ watched from up above

In holding his ale, steady to table
or his inhibitions, remaining stable

His unbrazen bluntness
or his etiquette & its insipidness

How he treats his moms'
or feats of catching bombs ;-)


What makes man,
Lover ‘man’

His surreptitious romanticism
Or boisterous mannerism

Smothering and holding,
love all so tightly
Or letting it flutter and saunter,
taking it tad lightly


What makes man,
Nobleman?

Possessing tacit diplomacy
or tactics & bureaucracy

His buoyant self sufficiency
or selfless acts done for all to see

Where does the hood,
lie in man(hood)

In his benevolence by dint of fatherhood
or stalwartness, anchoring  brotherhood

What makes man,
Human?

Is it in not seeking anything akin to perfection
or going about his affairs with hints of dereliction


What about a man
with 'Iman'?
................(do me the honours)





Art thou o’ men
the world (women/men alike) says AAAA-MAN
I mean A-MEN to!?



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('Iman'- Arabic for 'Faith')




© I A Saeed 2011

Thursday, 1 March 2012

Fortune?





Twas a fluke
stumbled upon

lukewarm and
beckoning

nudge the budge, i did
fell for the moment of release

with a palm for balance
and later two for supplicance

lukewarm fluke
tapeworm unease



© I A Saeed 02.2012

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

¿our times?





¿our times?







Why is it we've more words than they, back in the day.
Yet we say the least, write even nay.

Every and all is now broken, ebonics, and acronyms
What happened to stoics and grammar mimicking angelic hymns

Why do we seek and covet 'lessening' devices
Yet we lessen naught and end up in vices

We’re so obsessed with time
Whilst all we do is squander it— ALL the time

They say we are more 'connected' than ever in history
Pray thee, please do tell, why bad feeling about this story

Connected to whom, where, for how long, and to what end?
Seems more of dis-connected from reality and down with virtuality—  how do we append?

More fabrics and polymers in different forms and 'sizes'
Yet we dress a size too less and shape all flaw—  for 'eyes'

More recipes. Crops. Hybrid and pure.
Who would believe some drop to eat manure!!?

More schools. Dorms. Libraries. And halls
Yet ignorance is more abound than drops in waterfalls

More partners—  choices
Less smarter—  inner voices

More begets less
and less begets more
or
Less is less thus tis more (than enough)

Or is it
Less is less and that makes it of more (value).

If I were asked to describe this tense and time

I would term it "Less and less for less in time".
Or simply
"The Illusion of more and forever more (in due time)".









Better yet
why not just
"Our time(s)"?






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© I A Saeed 30.12.11 2:55pm






Wednesday, 15 February 2012

crème de cacao




crème de cacao








Covet-

Of black woman with stubborn eyes
callous brows

Mocha creme iris
Vortical pupils

Point I, a Nubian goddess
with stern prowess

A de facto air
and an aubade wink

Endow me soiled golden honey
rife with comb

Mother I’d call “baby”
fraught with womb

Ebony chatelaine
Reign my mane

Crowned with ivory smirk
to eschew the outré

Her sip, verily forbidden
Ergo, temptation- true Son of Adam

“come to me!”
beckons my chalice~~~ Crème de Cacao






© I A Saeed 01.2012