This is a set of poems with a funny story about police

[Curaezipirid]

Salamalaykum,

This particular grouping of the many many poems I am writing, is one that I selected as a distinct group, to put into a context in which they could be accessible to the Australian police. I heard a rumour that they want to seek evidence to charge me with sedition, so thought to try to oblige their wit. However, now the case is that there are a few distinct factions among the police whose surveillance I am under. (having been a peace activist in my teenage year, an Aboriginal land rights and anti-appartheid campaigner in my early twenties, then in being accepted by the Aboriginal community as of Indigenous ancestry, now also being professed a Muslim, they seem to imagine that all alone without any means or friends in my daily company, that I pose a serious threat to the Australian territory, as though a formidable terrorist foe - well the expenses they are not spareing upon policing me would only be warranted in that instance at any rate)

Some police believe me an innocent victim of circumstance. Others believe that I am totally a puppet of another section of the police force. (which I might have encouraged for immediate safety) Yet again others believe that since I show signs of intelligence, I must be a prostitute. Those whom know that I am not married, and should still be under my father's protection, seem to be also whom set him up to set up a man to rape me as though to test my actual status. However, this thread is for the set of poetry to be posted.

Take care in reading it because I am very misleading with my tongue when I need to be. I will put each poem in a seperate post like also at myislamweb, so that moderators can get rid of any which might be inappropriate: here is the first one:

Letter Bombers Song

Because my poetry started
By a letter writing habit
Developed into this pen defamed
So need became
To write to sustain
Each meaning plain
It might be no shame
So in to explain
That my letters were game
Enough to describe their love
As a letter bombing campaign
But there was jealousy in the diversion
A letter box murder
Is the more purely Australian version
Of the phantom letter bomber
Of the sort that
Writes upon it
This is not a bomb
Nor can it have been sent because
The letter box murderer
Called for justice against the bomber
By infringing upon
The bombers just letters
Of Love’s real fate
The box murdered its own state
Of ignorance as to the real name
Of whose gate that fate
The hope of a Wiccan poet
That a Father’s Stamp collection
Caused all worth in detection
Bar the pen
That came since when
It is
Sent me by
The addressee

[Curaezipirid]

Tired

Tired of recipes
For perfecting in peace
Tired of being instructed in
What it is I should eat
Tired of knowing
What needs
Tired of showing
We all clean our teeth
Tired of lying
When the truth is hard to reach
Tired of telling
What a perfect diet is
Is time to put out
What is up
In our mind
For to shout
No more
Is time to hide
Behind the wall
Of food for all
Work towards
Sustaining our health
Since when too tired
To be sure
Promotion of health
Ain’t the real wealth
But only the fall of the poor

[Curaezipirid]

Interrogated by belief

The police questioned me
How did I know about
What it is I believe
So I had to agree
Why yes, it must have been
That a somebody somewhere
Really spilt out big beans
Yet how can I you see
Confess to the greed
By which I once raped
The bloke who raped me
Yet never before he
That is if a girl can be believed
As to who is who in her self by three
So I guess who it will be
Might not so successfully
Prove of himself
Having had any matter to have spilt
Yet what can it be
They are so worried to see
Existing in me?

[Curaezipirid]

Elohim Allah alone will see

Elohim Allah
Will I be able to name him all
He who is first and forever
Even when I knew never
Elohim Allah is why I am that I weather
His Holy unending Grace
In each matter of my own will I face
His indivisible mercy
So not one might I disgrace
In no cry of mine
Could I first have named He
Elohim Allah will I be
For His unknowable worth
We ride our own hurst
In His strong standing Grace
That we have no face
Elohim Allah every Jinn be in His seen
Unending Forever Indivisible Together
If every word I know for
I could string out this poem for
What would I amount to at all
But that I am too poor
In every other of life's calls
I am responsible for
Every name when breathed who calls
Except His Absolute one and all
Of God being His Forgiving me
By his forgiveness thus
Speak Elohim Allah with me
That every word could be his name in Eternity
Except that I know my own responsibility
So by only my own breath will I be

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[Curaezipirid]

Fire Water

Fire Water Cup
Fire water cup
Wild peach dunk
Talisman Sabre operation
When the gate is on
What is the station
Of what the bleep we sleep upon
Drowning in deserts
In waves of petals
This story might get
But to be too gentle
For the sand of time
Is a story mine
Of Lung liver
And Heart kidney
Favoured motion
Betwixt and between
Ever married to the sheen
The notion
But

[Curaezipirid]

Probably Awoken

There is a probability
That when a person
Answers a question
In which their own mind
Has certainty of kind
But their answer is probably
That their answer might be
Tempting you to believe
What is not true
So certainly probably
Has at least this affirmative
Ye t the complexity
Of what else is probably
Might probably mean
Is probably more
So denying of
Any probable possibility
Of fact in actuality
A rat
On my self
Drat
But for the affirmative
Of whose idea it has been
To be that it probably was
To convince me probably
While sleeping
Of being safer
If the possibility
Of what they want from me
Is not entirely denied
So have probably
I lied
Or not?

[Curaezipirid]

Restitution

The restitution
To constituents
Of an over zealous
Shot jockey’s hits
Is an understanding
Of what the meaning
Of understanding
Had not been in
That moral magnanimity
Most forthright
Yet esteemed
Is the order of the day
That we all might well now play
For leading is only through love
And serving can only save
If real belief is in
God above
Ever our sin
In the Dance
We all fall afoul of
That we will let it be
That this way for thee
Foul play
To never breed again stay
The way in one place is always today
Those in the sunlight might see
As we all hear
Today this right here
Is the day in which our ears
Mind's eye
And every sensitivity
Touch smell taste and see
Co-ordinately
Perceive every grain
Exactly the same
That thus in the shade
Be automatically
Automated
Into certain understanding
Redemption will be gained
When restitution needs no blame
To attain
In resolution
Redemption
Is that
Repentance
The essential
Pre-requisite at
For Restitution
God helps me
And Thankfully
What I have
Well met
Retribution already
In God's perfect Grace
Resplendent in Restoration
The restraint of a Nation
For my own life my face
Never your will this exact fate
But Allah's in me
Put Earth first
For a girl's well this be

[Curaezipirid]

Original Intention

Is not my original intention in meaning
Though to you may be it was seeming
Infinity aslike to eternity
The sane as never mine
Is not my original intention in meaning
Which kaffir took as their
Excuse to be seeming
To cause another and yet another
Of each other
Who are you to be
Is it breeding
Or breathing
Since Kaffir are who
Are most certainly not able to
Do what they may well be seeming to
For it was not my original
Intention of meaning
But only the Kaffir who tried reading
Escape plan from Jehannam
Into any what have you
To bag each other through
False Dreaming
Sixty per hour
All night on the hour
Every occluded
Imagined foul
For it was not my original intended meaning
That who imagined being

[Curaezipirid]

Friends with Tom

My friend
Called Tom
Is rather sombre
Though for hilarity
Served upon
Every plater
In a place to belong
None need look longer
Than my friend Tom
Who has by need
Believed in the Jinn for long
That surely in example might we
All find that he
Has been quite correctly
Believing
In every fact unseen
What indeed
Puts these words upon
Any computer screen
But my friend Tom
Lead me astray
So as to believe
By the joke upon
What might have never been
Yet looking upon
Will the future live longer
Than ever the past rent asunder
Since my friend Tom
Makes plates of thunder
In glorious colour
And forgiving in nature
By knowing me
In my own accountiblity
Confessedly
My friend Tom

[Curaezipirid]

Minding Female Kind

Because the female mind
Is usually too kind
To its own kind
Best let her never
Regard herself judge of the weather
As to what the man needs when
His decision best ever
Be corrector
Is every act the Lover
A Gentlemanly reminder
To females in time
This world is too
Funny that you
Might like to
Know your retribution
In mine

[Curaezipirid]

Instructing

Instructing those you favour
Into the correct behaviour
Has no benefit for them either
If its motivation had the savour
Of the less favoured bad behaviours
Devoured
Devoted
Delighted
Is twice frightening
So beware of favours
When not devoted
For eternity has not moat
But every critical
Political detail
Well tempered
Of belief in real need
For perfection in hatred
Without causation of that it to kill
So who will ever
Believing they have to have
Been done a favour
By who instructed
Their walk off a cliff
Is who might be
Only the willing mustard

[Curaezipirid]

Politely Naming What Had the Song Laming

It was not that
My people had
Ever abandoned
The good manners of
The English language
But that we
Never experienced of
Is way exemplified
Because
How it was to our ears presented
Sounded like that Nazism caused to German
So this is an apology
For every ill mannered like
Part in my poetry
Of arrogance it is with me
Not quite unlike
Judas
Within the snake
Is my red bellied black kind
And mightily green this rhyme

[Curaezipirid]

Adding

Nine thousand
Plus four thousand
Plus minus one thousand
Leaves six hundred
Unpaid
For is it OK since
The sixty six is
That the only mistake
Was blaming this

[Curaezipirid]

Counted Yet Unsubstantiated Except

Vying to peek
Through the window that seeks
To reveal
Rebel nation
Is the late coming
Of who did the summation
In song
Without realisation
Of what upon

[Curaezipirid]

Counting the Fountain

Ten eleven twelve
One two three
I wonder who
Was doing me
Then next his
Seven eight nine
Keyed the drive
For Navaho
Cherokee
Iraquois
Or me
For the Che Guevara
That hat be rather
Less than the data
Reckoned to bear
Yet such will be its worth there

[Curaezipirid]

Clarified

Clarified
The fat
What it is that
We already had
And what that
The Arabic language
Gave to us
By such
Focus
Police had attained

[Curaezipirid]

The other half did not it

Half the poem
Tells the story
Truly if only
In stone surely
Of what might really
Be true to me
If only
You never use me
This pen's evidence in need
One third of the City
Already forgiven me

[Curaezipirid]

The Idiot's Pen Did Thee

Is brain flag
A disease that
Costs memory
Or breeze
For its sensibility
Is not too bad
So long as
Every want it had
Is numbered too sad
While the best of
Memory storage
Facility is
Certain surely
The Wood will be
Because we all might
Be trees
That too the breeze
Will the real Bees
No less clever
Tomorrow please
Of idiocy
In simplicity
The syncronicity
Willed by intelligensia
Of the city
Less only
The Artsy
Farty blobs
Of the pour sods
Taking cash in
For Bob
Was no real job

[Curaezipirid]

Here is a riddle:
Which of these
Was somewhat of a fiddle
Which published
Which might get
Somebody rich
And which is that which
Woken up Dreaming
I Jesus feeling
This morning still breathing
But which is for who
Might resolve this riddle
By filling in which squiggle
Of what one might be
A Wiccan story
Which a Spell
Which a key
Which a Prayer
For to be
Which one a copy
Which right
Which one follows this might

[Curaezipirid]

The letter ‘E’ “ding” is this the key ring
We might all be weeding
But that of seeding
Nonsense word scores feeding
Unless correct in our heeding
Which words are those bleeding
And which are leading
Who can a face reading

[Curaezipirid]

The Black Out that Never Was White

A blacked out love shout
A black person who might
Blame white skin for white
Might only thereby
Let whites take shelter in
The white washing
Of so becoming accused
As though white skin is a covering
That black might not
Then see through
The white layer
Into specific individuals details
Of debts in truth internally acknowledged
Owing any of you who so see the true hue
While the white folk who blame black
Certainly of what black skin folk can see
Against white people’s minds really
Are folk who only find
Themselves pulled up in time
Learning by black company
Not to go blaming just anything they see
Because how black only can really
Count our any crime of white reality
Is by white skin’s invisibility
That white skin Dreaming
Has an Emperors new clothes feeling
So why do black people clothe white
With the accusation of being
Or ever even let it so be seeming
Since no white wash ever stuck without the black man’s brush
Yet neither a black man used it without white the wash

[Curaezipirid]

Are your drugs black, white, or green?

Drugs whitely less greedy
Of drug use
Is the fault whose
When the addicts chose
Rather than to seek faults out of the future
But deciding not to swallow their lot to
That far better
To be is reliably
Engaged in inspecting their own past been
To find a positive consequence
For which to repeat
So if they are no longer accusing
Yet still you find drug users depending
Upon your own over spending
Because their good deeds
They repeat
Were blindly relying
Upon becoming
So indebted to your own spending
That they have so feared blackly fending
Then why only like me
Might you need
To give them a happiness to repeat
Suiting well to your need
And that of all children you see
The best known
Was less fortunately so sewn
As an escape route from Nazis who booted its route
And is the wish
For a future in bliss
Of reconciling
Flora with Human fauna genes
Would they find it
To so seem
Meanwhile just a beam
Of audience participation
Is causal to their permanent fate in
The way into Jannah paved with these
Not green not rotten but plastered by the police
While my multicoloured fruit fix
Might be known as
Just another drug ditch

[Curaezipirid]

DJinn Net

Don’t get
The hinter wet
With its web net
Of inter intelligence spent
But fall to it
Finding your self at
Unable to have any impact
Except by what you really enact
So to have your own truth known
Your own world wide web spent dress grown
Just press its keys
While believing in
Your own true account
Being caused by only your own real behaviour
Of your own behavioural amount
But take care of all that then will have you
Since the fiming is not within your own account to
But at the mercy of real Moslem Jinn
With every electron of electricity usage
So let who can count it for real in

[Curaezipirid]

Complicit with my Jihad be

Stand with me
And rather be
Of complicity
In giving Alms to Moslems
As though providing material support for terrorism
Could be through any Mosque
And in every gift
Or realer than every cent we spend
Upon capitalist commodification
Rather than bend
Our selves into living without
The seeds of our doubt
The receipting of commodities
Only attainable
By the bosses impositions of false fears of the terror that is
So prefer to give generously
Than find your self
Complicit with
The war on terror
As though preventing
Our minds acquiring
Truth in Dreaming
Of what cause has death bleeding
Might supply
The want of America’s ignorance not brave
To have a fight
Without believing in
Their own fault to be paid
So complicit
Then am I
In Jihad
And Terror
And so might one day I die
Yet never without first having realised
Complicit with
Mujahid
Is less hard to swallow in death
Than any other complicitness
That the world of Peace is
Upon what Peace we might see
In the end of the forty years long
Already much awaited yet missed
Passed with barely any notice
Perhaps except by Che Guevara’s supporters
And those whose citizenships were made just before his death
That complicit we all have been
And complicit will I continue
In letting you all know
Don’t fear me
But only your own certainty
Since what ever it is
Won’t help me

[Curaezipirid]

What makes the mind black

As black as that sat
By the bus stop and wondered
Upon why they pondered at
Assertions of what it is that
Among our behaviour defines taking it black
When we’ve all been forced to
Accept plenty of self at
What we never could come at
Having to enact
So whomever does act
What ever harms children
Is the real fact of the wrong that
Is ripping off life
Taking it white but by ignoring
The black behavioural warning
So take your own self black
By caution in what you enact
Yet still absorbing
Every of life’s warnings
Only as well as it shows
We expect
Our own children to behave
Well and black
To any good father’s name

[Curaezipirid]

(this next one has an hilarious repercussion, by how it came into my mind, through direct association with a friend of mine)

You don’t have to believe in Dolly Parton
To want to start an
Australian farting

[Curaezipirid]

Hated Feeling

When it feels like
The whole world wants to hate me
Only because they can’t make me
Be so ill as they be
To have imagined I need like
A real criminal
Only because so seemingly
Have the wrong we all do to
The Earth been excused
Why I think I
Might fall into the dire
Peril of hating every body who

[Curaezipirid]

POLICE

Tell the police the truth
Of our political activists roof
Presenting ourselves in our action
The main frame of societal disillusionment refraction
Upon the police’s own special platter
Then follow through with even the latter
While sending out
A few decoy scouts
To lead those overly suspicious police
Out on our own chase of wild geese
But as for what’s really going on
Why I think we can all agree
No body knows what real there is
Without direct involvement
Thus complicity
Yet whose detailing
Of every policing situation
Might have did
We could ever agree

[Curaezipirid]

Salamualaykum to who has read all these, with a special thanks to the moderator because I realise that the task might be a bit onerous.

What the whole set of poems, given into a context here in Australia, in which police can observe, has proven to me, is that the police are wantonly subject to the whims of shaytan, and to that extent this nation state has no law within shari'ah except where Muslims are in observance of.

The police are so wanton to prove that I am either a prostitue able to be charged with sedition, or without any control of my mental faculties, that they have pursued a course of action in which it is obvious that either they have grieviously wronged me and my children, by seperating us because of false claims that I am insane and have no control of myself, or they are wasting police resources by keeping an innocent, but rendered slightly crazy, girl-mother, under the surveillance due to real terrorists.

Can it all be really only because I write bad poetry?

But that ought to be enough only to prove my own claim about myself. That I am turning into a bad joke about being a bad joke about policing.

Alaykumuassalam

[Azhar786]

salaam

mashallah intrestin

wsalaam

[Curaezipirid]

Salam Azhar 786

(I know a bad joke about the number 786 but will not tell it)

Glad it is at least interestin for

salam rebecca