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I'm crying out but I shed no tears
Notice me, Notice me

Nobody thinks of me
Notice me, Notice me
  
Why do they blame me?
Notice me, Notice me
  
I smile to hide the pain
Notice me, Notice me

My laugh is loud but can't be heard
Notice me, Notice me
  
When it thunders, I sleep
Notice me, Notice me
  
I eat but my stomach never fills
Notice me, Notice me
  
The world around me screams "Wow!" and I ask "How?"
Notice me, Notice me
  
Love for another...Love for another, does it really exist?
Notice me, Notice me
  
Too busy running, too self-absorbed
Notice me, Notice me

Everyone around me unable to see
Notice me, Notice me
  
When everything breaks, I'm left to pick up the pieces
Notice me, Notice me
  
Illusions are the prize and me a tear in their eyes
Notice me, Notice me
  
I count 1, 2, 3...You see
Notice me, Notice me

Last on the list, other things on it first
Notice me, Notice me
  
I walk, I run it matters nonetheless
Notice me, Notice me
  
My roar overflows with words without pages
Notice me, Notice me

I wink at the bright yellow sun as the birds fly by
Notice me, Notice me
  
Look how high my broken swing touches the sky
Notice me, Notice me
  
Subdued by it all, my stillness keeps me afloat
Notice me, Notice me
  
Why me, Why me
Notice me, Notice me
  
Why not us, Why not us
Notice me, Notice me
  
-Najwa Kareem
This poem is dedicated to the precious innocent children of Syria who have been victimized by wicked, stony-hearted, barbaric acts of murderers, hypocrites, oppressors, haters, evildoers, etc.

*originally published on 7/22/14 at poems4palestine.com
My Lady:


Oh, can you dance, can you dance strong
until everything below turns into pure gold?
And do you see this precious sunrise as a gift to all of us?
         Do you number the sound of the whistles in the wind?
     For I have a year more to love, to breathe, to see life with you.

My dear, my dear do you see that everything
is filled with new power and new strength?
Would you hold onto my voice
like I hold your hand and feel forgiven?
Before every desire falls from my lips,
do you know how to run free?
 For I have the melody of life & second chances
engraved into my hands.

Can you hope - against the teeth of wolves
that encircle our own feelings?
 Will you fall upon your knees when heaven forgets your voice?
So when you lose hope and strength,
you will find me again and again.
For I found the power that destroyed
death so that you can see everything new.

Do you know how to love,
like the endless numbered stars?
Will you write His promises in your heart
so that you can always hold on?
               So when nothing makes sense and
            all desires fades, we will rest in adoration.
For everyday the angels are taught
 how to describe His great love for us.

So behind the winter rains and winter season,
we can dance into the sunlight time after time.
Until the moonlight falls by
        will you sing with me until we touch the sky?
My beloved, tonight it is more than perfect, the zephyr winds sing so
sweetly your name and the crystal stars shine like your earrings.
As the White Mountains glint gracefully, and the wind speaks
over our fingers, upon our balcony, let’s dance, my beloved.

Now over the thousand streams and star crystals in the air,
You can see our prayers fill up the milky rivers in the sky.
Below the lights of Christmas, before the blue rivers of stars,
let’s dance like the shadows and the circles of the moonlight.

Now dreams rise over like the wind and shine so easily
But time falls quickly, and worries fall away so slowly.
So let the rage of your fears dance around and under your legs.
For the world is falling asleep, calling for the colors of their dreams.

So let the tresses of your hair fall freely,
And the wind of your perfume
Soak up the flames of your heart.
Spinning like the starlight, tasting every feeling,
Let the steel blue sky and its stars fall all around you.

Dance wildly, my beloved, let's dance like the songbird who sings,
let’s dance forever, until we wash into the skyline of our dreams.
A Daily Poem
The very first line of every good rhyme
Is such a fine chance to step out and sing
While the following lines eke out on the page
It sits right there at the front of the stage

In from the eather it comes out to play
Holding its own on this hallowed ground
The words swirl beneath it and tumble on down
They’re caught in a the grip of its blazing reflection

Line after line, the story grows
In the split of and instant it falls into place
Caught in the measure of a casual endeavor
The words seek a song that can last forever

Flowing on down to the very last line
There might be an answer if you look at it right
We’re lost in the thick of the poets firm grip while
The magic upends us and slips off the page
no sun to be found
all that's been familiar
now mixed around
find it quite peculiar
reinventing of us
matters we don't even discuss
Shuffle along, show your ticket, be strong
while investing in spectacle
staid and respectable.
Nu Yawhk can never be wrong.

Shuffle along, bang a simian gong.
Life resembles a Broadway show;
plebes and patricians owe
apples to Empire’s King Kong.

Death joins the throng. In bananas your song
is re-peeled and re-stated
while apes are berated;
the zoo-keeper’s waving. So long.
NaPoWriMo #9

How do I love thee?
Let me count the syllables
In my bad Haiku
what are the colors of your dreams
are they bright, are they bold
beyond colorful
of anything you've ever seen

what is the length of the night
as you lay down your head
what is the measurement
that you find that you go by

what is the first thing that you see
when you open your eyes
is it the length of the night
in mid-flight of your colorful dreams
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