Anwar Ibrahim
Convicted of ****** in 2008
Acquitted in 2012

The Court of Appeal overturned the acquittal
He is currently serving his sentence

An aide to Anwar
Said he was sodomized by Anwar
******, even if consensual
Is punishable by up to 20 years in Malaysia

Anwar responded the complaint was politically motivated

Support for Anwar grown stronger
His wife is battling his conviction

Some say that political rival Dr. Mahathir
Will recover from his decrease in popularity
And remain in control
Because he helped Malaysia through a though economic time

Although it seems as though Anwar is gaining support
From a majority of the Malaysian people

Human rights groups accused Malaysia's government of using
An anachronistic colonial era law that criminalizes
"Carnal ******* against the order of nature"
To persecute Anwar

Anwar leads a three-party opposition that has become
Increasingly popular in the predominantly Muslim nation

This is not just
Anwar has been wrongly accused
I will pray for his wife
And his supporters

Stay strong Anwar
You are an innocent man

"The global bull market has continued its seemingly relentless advance, unchanged by geopolitical concerns…….."

• The Israeli-Hamas conflict now blazing in Gaza, Palestine, two military forces locked in a deadly struggle to the end, killing and maiming thousands of ordinary citizens.

• Malaysia Airlines flight 17 blasted out of a clear blue Ukraine sky by the Bus surface to air missile
             unleashed by the Pro-Russian Separatists killing 298 unsuspecting, innocent, international travellers.
             Culpability denied by all.

• Anwar Al Awlaki, the American born Cleric, directing clandestine terror attacks and assassination by Al Qaeda beyond the Middle east into Asia and Europe.

• Deposed President, Mohammed Morsi’s Muslim Brotherhood, responsible for terrorist activities including multiple car bombings throughout Egypt.

• President Bashar Assad of the Alawite minority, an offshoot of Syria’s Shiite religion, waging religious genocide against his own nations people
             and now in open conflict with the Muslim uprising Sunni forces of the new Isis Caliphate.

• The beheadings, slaughter and terror unleashed by the Sunni, Isis Caliphate uprising rampaging through Iraq.

• Russia’s sudden invasion and forceful annexation of the Crimea.

• Russia’s brutal pressure on the sovereignty of the Ukraine through its clandestine weaponry supply and sponsorship of the Pro-Russian Separatist Forces occupying the nations East.

The Middle East is now…an Apocalypse.

This epoch of cruel waste
Where man kills man
For God and gold,
For power’s lust.
Where the Sword of Calamity
Wields destruction and death
On those who can least afford it
By they who should never impose it.

In the face of all this …..an unbelievable prioritization with this headline quote from today’s NZ Herald….

“There are financial risks to be endlessly jumping at shadows…to overreact to market noise!"

UNBELIEVABLE!!!!**

M.
Auckland,
NEW ZEALAND
31 July 2014

Time, I found you, sky was clear blue…
Lake-fish plays, sunny summer days,
Flowers of Spring, brown guitar string
Ease our hearts, playing own parts…

Lonely wooden bench, narrow little trench
Save us for sure from being so impure,
All the way down, white long gown
Makes you my bride, tomato sun dried…

Micro-oven hot, tequila double shot
Nothing else matters, whoever scatters,
Only you & me, floating on the sea
Watching our sky, ready to full-fly…

So many days, we’ll remain always
Both of us care with faithful share
Wish to be there, lowest depth layer
Seems flatland, the life we planned…
 
You are my girl, precious hidden pearl
Love you always; bird in the cage
If you ever feel, stay there until,
Ever free you are, to fly forever …

But be ever sure, what you endure
Goes truly wrong or misread song!
Betrayer is better than wrong mind setter,
Love’s always new, can avail only few!…

Wish you my dear, nothing to fear
You’ll find me, in middle of the sea,
In troubled rainy day, I must say
I’m here with you, a friend so true…

Look up the sky, white clouds dry
Amid the Blue, only me & you
Will remain forever, ever & ever
I’ll love you, Honey days are still sunny… 

 
~ Anwar Parvez Shishir ~

Dhaka Bangladesh
15/JUNE/2014/Sunday

If this is it
Then so shall it be
Such is final.

Leave it as it is.

I am but a swine
Cast out by my own.

Even in the heat of pain
I will regroup and fight.

The slash of swords I will withstand
Withstand.

Until such time as it is no more.

And then, who cares
I want to live.

©Joe Wilson - Me…(Aku) a tribute to Chairil Anwar (1922-1949)

1979, A live broadcast, my father bid me come
to our new color TV set, the high pitched whine
it gave off muted by meaning
"remember this moment" he said
and we watched, in awed silence as
two men, Anwar Sadat and Menachem Begin shook hands
and our President presided
a cold peace at last
In retaliation for... Sadat was later shot through
the skull and died on a stage in a pool of warm blood
surrounded by his brethren

A letter dated 1944
My father's fingers trembled with it in his hands
He brought it out to show me
"I am the only survivor...all the rest are gone...
I am going to Israel"
Written hastily with pen and ink, our last
surviving relative who we know not of
bid farewell to Russia and was on track to a new land from the wellspring
of grief and ******

A Jew, my father
A half Jew am I and would have been all the same
to the **** killing machine I thought one languishing summer day
as I ate unripe apples with small wormholes at a farm
full of horses
Safe in the quiet, if uncaring peace of a world far away
from dead Nazis and the abandoned killing centers


Rabin Square in Tel Aviv, 2003
We walked through at night, my husband and I
A large empty space in a city without largeness or emptiness
We walk without recognition
as it is now just a place and not only a shrine
But I linger to look at one corner
At an embedded sculpture of confused cement blocks
jagged angles and useless plains, rendered in immobile lasting cement
a testament to futility
It is pain, frustration and the sickness of human violence--
Itzak Rabin
who was shot and bled to death
in a crowd in the dust of his also unknown and forgotten ancestors
in retaliation for the hope of peace

News of more bombs today
Fresh death
Mangled human potential rendered useless
In retaliation for...

The chances of being
a regular chap in education
I have failed to avail,
I have missed I must say
But there was no sign
in my life of any success
Anything good
would have been happened...

Now a days, I am suffering
with super frustration
What really would
I do in my future,
All the potential
of my learning & gaining
To be a standalone fellow
is going to be reduced one by one!

No one is at my side
and nothing productive
happens around me...
It’s quite dark everywhere,
wall and wall so high
I’m almost finished
and it’s hard to capture
The gone wind but
I am trying my best to recover...

To rediscover the gap
I have created by myself
I am super lonely
in my way of life,
perhaps I am cynic...
And the people I am engaged with
are not so helpful and friendly
All the way they act
so competitively, thinking of their own only...

I am in vain my lord
and I know not what’s
in my store really...
I wish If I could get
any fair chance in my country!
But my lord, there are so many
unfair means in social or political dealings,
It’s quite ridiculous
and I realize it a way out system of our society...

One major thing
I feel inside that I must bring myself
Out from the darkness now
I am bearing with me
The most lashing thing
is the loneliness & friendless
environment all around
My parents are still alive
but they can’t help me as I need...

Then all I do have effectively
is me only, my dear roadrunners  
The growing myself in me
whom I did never try to find
I have no one for myself
except me,
I was blindfolded  
I start now depending on myself,
better late than never...

All the dreams and high hopes
will reduce to dust uselessly
If I leave myself
if I misunderstand myself,
if I underestimate myself
So many occasions
I did the mistakes feeling helpless ,
Oh me...!
But in the most next minute
I get the power of myself in me to live like a man

Critical reality has taught me
to speak to myself, it’s a chance
Like a human in the world
full chances to live with rice & respect
I am no more helpless
for I am now with myself and precisely
An invisible flutist is everywhere
with me as well watching me ...



© 2015 Mohammad Anwar Parvez Shishir

Glad she's glad now.
That she shines herself,
So high and,
So bright,
Leaving the shadows of a broken man behind.

But, my clock hasn't ticked,
So here's to the other side.

Somewhere between the lines,
Somewhere between Hades and Zeus,
You(?) still roam below her clouds,
Hidden underneath the wisdoms of her books,
Her strength out of your grasp;

You constantly beg the hands of time for sympathy,
As you wait,
For the point of realization to tear you apart,
And wail at you,
"ALL OF THIS IS'NT WORTH IT"
(Straight into your soul)

Your head's stubborn,
Your heart's numb.
But people don't know,
That it isn't a matter of choice,
But people don't know,
That there are ways in,
Without ways out.
That why would they even care?
They'll only learn look at you with their heads thinking,
How it's such a shame,
That your faith fluctuates like the flickering lights.
So much desire to ignite,
Yet no sources of befitting power.

And it goes on, and on, and on.

Khai,
The night reminds you,
Of how everything used to be.
Yet it tells you,
It's time you look at the moon and stars differently.

It never stops, Khai.
It never will.

- Khairul Anwar

I hope always for the best
And since I keep the suitable status
Of every single objects so I, in return,
Want that the human in me  would get the same...

At least I hope so but you know, my wise
Fellow readers, I got some personal experiences
Of being unfairly exploited, unjustly treated
But I didn’t deserve it really for I have a third eye...

The universal law of motion
And emotion is not equal, not symmetric
I came to know then rather in some cases,
I deserve the priority to express and establish my ideas...

but there I failed to do so poorly, with sure blockades
The promising Socrates had left this world
In that very unwanted manner being in the darkness
Philosophers might be surprised, “Oh, really....!”

I will say then, yes my dear friend,
The idea givers for the best for the mankind,
Are the proud and the golden sons of Socrates.
I think I am also one of those happy brothers...

For I also wish to render my fruitful and positive ideas
For the best of our community and for our countrymen.
I am ever ready to die, to die a first death only
But one foremost thing I must not leave is the ‘truth’....

I really love the truth, the beauty of the universe,
The fragrance of flower garden, the waves of seas;
The frozen ice on the mountains, spring through the valleys
I dare not to deny these after million times death....

I’m in fair love with these, are the expression of my lord
Whom I care until my last breath & forever in any dimension.
But this must be some test of my lord to make me real solid gold
Out of the heavy mixed ugly ore under the rocks so hard...

My lord, give me your warm shelter, right pathways  
So that I could bear the extreme heat and freezing cold
Of this polluted & ignorant world so sleepy, so dark
As it moves so slow, as it turns around blindly
Save me until I die and protect me onward...    


© 2015 Mohammad Anwar Parvez Shishir

There’s nothing very new in my life,
Even for a moment I can’t have a happy breath, sigh ...
Always I sigh watching around me crossing borders...

I’m leaving the authentication of my youth,
Through sacrificing it for the better future
But I see not any sign of heading...

Difficulties of producing grains in the fields,
Sure miseries of farmers in the villages,
We are practising aristocracies being learned
And precisely we are having skeletal extortions...  

How far I am to go! Good heaven!
Tonight I enjoyed a movie based on the religious
And social collision between the Jews and the Christians.
It was ‘The Exorcist’, it’s so nice really.

We, the fellows of this mother earth,
Must have to love each other and sacrifice our souls
For others’ benefit and it was taught
By the teacher of mother Russia Leo Tolstoy.

We all have to leave the complexity of our mind
Of calculating the avoidable things and self-interest
By means of greater values & realizations...
To the farthest of our missing appropriations...

We must have to forget the inflation of products
Rather we focus for the coming assassination of time...
As we forgot the price-rise of a chocolates
While at primary school rather taking stress
Of paying monthly fees from father's wallet...  

I frequently have it in my soul that I possess not
The actual humanity in me for I didn’t experience it,
From my very childhood but I can learn it
As I don’t have any barricade reading serious writings
Of the greatest life-artists. Yes...

I must have to keep it going with me more.
Now, I’m going to be the part & member of the free-thinkers group.
I have to live for human’s interest to give them lessons,
To enlighten them in the way of unity,

To make the world a far better place for the new born babies!
Oh good Lord, please assist me bearing the ethics in me,
I want you now as I wanted you before.
Save me please as you have always been saving me...
Oh absolute pure Lord of heaven & hell...


(c) 2015 by Mohammad Anwar Parvez Shishir

Your short stature itself
is testimony to God's
intention to create you
in the form of a football.

Knowing still it was meant for the net, many a time must
the earth have longed to be
a football, seeking your touch.

Instead,
you kept your word, teaching
all the ***** on earth to dream
of growing into a globe.

Since your feet and football merged
into one, all loves on earth
were liberated for the time being
from the metaphor of
the spring and  cherry tree.

Outside the field,
the bullet shot you launched
tore into the iron fences,
oblivious to the red cards of the dictators.

Now,
the earth where you stopped playing on
has become a lone deflated
leather ball on the penalty line,
with no one to take a shot.
But its memories are still alive,
brimming with Infinite dribblings
that you are about to
commence with God.
O
Poem by Veerankutty.
Translated from Malayalam by Anwar N K

You are carpet

                      burns at midnight Moonlight

                  blue shaded scars Nobody writes

              about you But you stay beautiful deep

          into the night    And haunt in the morning I

       stay sore all day just thinking about it. Purple

     wedding arrangements on display In the ominously

   lit Anwar Of a very divorced woman Things she can’t

  throw away That’s what you are to me  You are an empty

declaration of commitment You are the stale but beautiful

birthday cake that I can't admit the age to yet  Old pictures

that the maid keeps putting back up For sake of organization

I cannot escape you You are not only one You are a collection of

  mistakes More than one person sent to teach me the same

   lesson That I can’t learn So with this poem I bind you I wrap

     you like so many word witches before me I am in control

       of how you effect me And here I let you go We are not

        friends because you let go We are not lovers because

          you didn’t know how to love yet We are not together

             because I am repulsed By what happens to me when

                 I’m within two feet of you I bind all of this

                     You carpet burning, divorcee’ garbage

                           facing Empty picture framed

                                 collection of my past

                                             And I

                                             let it

                                           float up

                                              up

           ­                              into

                                        the

              ­                            sky



                                                   like

                                                          a­

                                                             love

                                                           ­      less



                                                               ­      b

                                                              ­        a

                                                      ­               l

                                                              ­     l

                                                              ­       o

                                                              ­         o

                                                              ­          n



(depart this life somewhere out in the ether where I can’t hear a thing)

Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                            Not Doggerel but Crowwerel

Blame it on LeighH and her delightful friends who celebrate crows:
Gray Wolf, Susie, Emily, Ink Empress, Princess of Heart, Anwar, Lioness, Sara, Dom, Damocles, and Mister Truth! I hope I have not forgotten anyone! 😊

Crows take over the trays of bird seed
I provide for all birds as a daily feed

Crows –

They glare at me
Disapprovingly!