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Dana
Kadir's Poems - Kurdish Artist
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دانا بهرزنجی |
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Waiting
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(This poem is
Dedicate to Anfal, 1988- Rest in Peace.
This poem is based on those who lost their loved ones
due to the 182000 people who were captured by Saddam’s
regime, who never returned to their homeland in South
of Kurdistan, this poem is based on a true story).
A lady waited for so long to get married,
Waited for eighteen years for her fiancé she was
worried
She thought one day, she will see him as a wonderful
surprise!
Her memories will bring him back through her eyes!
In hope she will see her fiancé soon in her life,
She hoped her groom brings to her a wonderful life
Suddenly her hopes changed to a strange ghost in the
lays of the skies,
He showed up as a human being as her groom in a shape
of a butterfly
Her life became hazy the hope appeared unobvious,
Dreams were wild strange and felt anxious
She became a colorful bird asked all the trees around,
She lost her way while looking for her fiancé never to
be found
Her wings were beautiful as a butterfly in the
Botanical Gardens of Sydney,
Her feathers were softer and warmer than a lady
burning in love
The small bird got very thin, asked the wind for her
groom,
Have you taken him anywhere like rain in the sky?
Tell me if he became drips in a rainy day like today,
If he became hale and dissolved in the flood!
The bird asked the blue sky, have you lifted him to
heaven?
The bird changed to a big duck which swam in the
Tigris and Euphrates rivers
Swam into the black and the red sea for his trace,
Looked at all boats and ferries for her groom but
still could not see his face
At midnight she looked for his eye glance from the
sky,
To see his spirit in the mist of air in heaven so high
The duck was tired from asking the nature and the
native animals,
She felt dopey, dizzy and depressed but still graceful
Even though all the answers were no, there was no
trace of him at all,
Anywhere in the country, no skeleton, no remains
overall
The colorful bird still waiting, sweet vocals ready
for the big day,
To make a nest for him to come to sing a song in a
beautiful way
How much life is wonderful, how much the sky is
beautiful,
With its stars, sounds of the rivers and the songs of
the birds
How the sky and the seas are purely blue, how the
nature turns into green and brown,
How the trees and the grass grow green and how the
rainbow mixes with the colour of eyes
How the nature of an object always grows and
eventually has a dead life,
Life means reincarnation, struggle and fight for a new
hope to shine
Life like tree leaves when the leaves fall on the
ground in Autumn,
Regrows in the season of spring and has new green
leaves
How nice the smile of an innocent baby, while happy
when the mother is around,
While a hungry is full, does not ask for any bread,
while there is no draught
Life is still full of grits in my way, without his
love is a glum,
He is still ablaze to light my dark days
Even though I am depressed a lot in life,
I still hope to sight a big glimpse in his eyes.
Copyright ©
30/9/2006
Dana Kadir
دانا بهرزنجی
Sydney/Australia
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The
Wounded City Of
Halabja |
The blaze and the fire
of the city
Made me burn in and out of my body
The burns went on the bones very deeply
Seeing this horrible news shocked the world
immediately
The airstrikes by chemical weapons in the air
Enormous shells blasted and rained everywhere
Dry and wet altogether melted and burnt on the ground
Brought the dark shadow of death all around
The dirty minded creatures of the Iraqi Fascist Army
Poisoned 5000 angels of the Lord and burnt them alive
How brutally they blew up the minds of innocent angels
The owners of spiritual thoughts from heaven
The criminal troops burnt the fireplaces of our
Zoroastrian homeland
Burnt the holy book of Avesta, its words, women, men
and its land
The black devil burnt the grave of the prophet
frequently
The same savage of 13 centuries ago, un regretably
The same devil and unbelievers of the past, under
Islam
Under the same title, and during the same battles
Their occupation of my homeland has no excuse,
whatsoever
Under the umbrella of Islam, we were destroyed
repeatedly
Under the name of their book (Quran), our cities were
flattened
Our people were victims of genocide, gassed and
harassed
I don't need religion to burn my people and homeland
Our kind men don't need to be brain-washed by the
Quran
Go back, where you came from, creatures! Before Islam
Go back to the Arab Sahara of your original land
Leave the Holy Land of Midisim and Zoroastrianism
Don't forget your book, take it back to the men of
Islam
A proud nation, we have got our own book, older than
yours, Holy Avesta
Pick up a lesson from the (Holly Tree) of Christmas
and Easter
Copyright ©
30/7/2006
Dana Kadir
دانا بهرزنجی
Sydney/Australia
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Omer Khawer's Baby (My
Lovely Baby) |
My heart went out and
nearly passed away
When the war planes came along to Halabja
I got confused and lost my way, and concentration
I was thrown into consternation and frustrated
suddenly!
Did know what to do to my baby?
Where to go and how to hide?
I did call God for help!
And cried along the whole sky!
Even there were no prophets
To listen to me crying,
Yelling along and screaming
No responses from the sky!
Maybe they got blind and deaf
Can’t see the city burning in flame?
Can’t smell toxic gasses?
Can’t see people turning into ashes?
Maybe the sky was empty and raged?
Maybe they were wounded or shot dead?
I had no options, what so ever!
Because the sky, the sea and the ground gates wear
locked up!
How to hide my sweet heart?
Only become an umbrella!
To protect my baby and stop shells to rain!
I had hidden him in my lap and chest
And gave him a shelter to sleep
Put him in the cot in my heart
I made myself as a sky to cover
And gave him all my body
I lay on the ground
And made a cubby house around
I made myself a mask for my baby
And took all the toxic gases
I breathed pure toxic gas
And gave him some oxygen
I stretched myself along
For his sake to give him a puff
He cried and was very scared
His tears and scream filled up my ears!
I hid him in a cot
Cooled him down so he wouldn’t get hot!
My body started shivering and shaking
In deed my eyes wear aching!
Then, I got unconscious and fainted
Did not know at last what happened?
Unconsciously I hugged him
In order to keep him a live!
But did not help at the end
Finally, both of us died
Our spirit went forever
Stayed in the smoky sky of Halabja!
When Jesus comes back again on Earth
He will wake me up this time!
Both of us will be martyrs again, for the second time
To liberate the lands of Abraham and Jerusalem!
This is one of the crimes that was committed by
Sadam’s Regime in the City of Halabja, South of
Kurdistan (Iraqi Kurdistan).
This is a picture of Omer Khawer and his baby which
were killed by the former Iraqi Regime on the 16th of
March 1988 by the war planes, while they were
bombarding the city of Halabja by chemical weapons and
toxic gases.
Copyright © 28/8/2004
Dana Kadir
دانا بهرزنجی
Sydney/Australia
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A Beautiful Flower
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Your beauty is so
natural
Such as a beautiful flower
You bloom like a flower
In the beginning of Spring
It grows green forever
It scents over and over
Your colour and taste is different
Among all the flowers I see
Among all the perfumes I smell
You are a bunch of flowers
Many combined colours
Made your colour beyond natural
Your are flowers in a rainbow vase
Your brightness colourful flowers
Made my heart beat so fast
I won’t touch you to wreck your petal
I will just look at you like a medal
I want to pat your petal cheek
Because your bud tightly covers in colours
While it grows your apple blossoms
Your bloom on the lap of a spring tree
How come you stolen the nature?
Many tastes, colour mixture
I can view the spring in your eyes
Green roots and stump never die
I wish I could see your stem!
To see other colours you got
I wish I be able to peel
The bark of your slim tree
I wish I could gaze beyond
Your two rainbow apples
I wish I could drink from
Your two natural spring nipples
I wish to see you swimming
Such as a fish in a deep see
To sense the wave of your heart beat
To feel the beat like my bit
I wish you become a butterfly
Fly all the way here
To land next to my garden
To build a nest among the trees
At last I felt, I am melting in your eyes
Could not stand the beauty of your star skies
So, I need to see more images
And wish to gaze your sharp edges
I want to remove the sparks in your stem
Need to peel the tight cover of your petal
To see the nature beyond your eyes
To smell the entire perfumes of the spring
To view the spring is naked
Green leaves nearly baked
The cool light breathe spring
Almost got warm and boiling.
Copyright © 27/3/2006
Dana Kadir دانا
قادر
Sydney/Australia
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Homeland
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I love my homeland and
its sky,
I love my people, everything so high,
All Kurds sacrifice for its existence,
For its dignity, for its resistance,
My homeland is nice as heaven,
It has been stolen from our nation,
It used to be as dark as rainy clouds,
Now it’s sunny with a bit of light,
We view the gleaming Sun, and feel the light,
God’s law legitimate, his judgment right,
Knock at the Gate of Pesh Khaboor,
Smash the hand made gate of our border,
You are the true love, are you well?
Where the four corner boundaries are joined?
Ring the bell, the bell of (Zoroastrianism), all
assemble,
Light a fire on the top of (Zagros) Series Mountains,
Tell the nation, time to be wake, time to get up,
Time to be free, hurry rise up,
North, East and West of the country,
Are still restricted to their boundaries,
In the winter our bride covers in white snow,
Figures’ of the mountains like waists’ of teenagers,
They wear colourful rings on their fingers,
They wear belts on their figures,
In the Spring, wind and the rain blow high,
Flowers will bloom into the graceful Spring eye,
In the winter the journey of hail and snow through the
sky,
Control and take care of our eye,
In the mountains and deeply valleys,
The rivers play music very highly,
It is as beautiful as the city of Sydney,
When Sydney wears the colourful outfit,
We can sight here a glorious stunning view,
Full of rainbow and spirits renewed,
Welcome all home before it gets late at night,
The fire raked our home, please bring a light,
Everybody sings for our celebration,
This is the best victory, let’s serve our nation,
Peoples promise and words are binding,
Footsteps of the past are guiding,
My Lords give us joy forever,
Unite all the Kurds together.
Copyright ©23/07/2005
Dana Kadir دانا
قادر
Sydney/Australia |
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Halabja
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Halabja
is a nice city
In all the time full of beauty
Spring has covered everywhere there
Rainbow in the sky joined as a fear
Colourful birds are always sing
Branches of a tree were smoothly swinging
Babies in their cots had fallen asleep
Their spiritual were highly in deep
Such as butterfly, skin colourful
In early morning flying in cool
Hills, mountains shining around
Reflection of the sun left no bound
Drops of rain had fallen down
Voices of rivers very well known
Well decorated the sky and the ground
Hardly you can see a spot in brown
Ground was green, mixed with flowers
The sky dressed up in every hour
Suddenly darkness shut our eyes
Smokes of gases spread in the sky
Blue became red, green dried up
Lights out, the sky locked up
Stars got blind, the sky paralysed
Thousands of people had to die
This was disaster of humanity
In 16th of March no security
Year 1988 was soon past
We never forget, hailed by bombard
That was Iraqi military struck civilians
By chemical weapons, and a cocktail of mustard gas
Had a tremendous effect set us on fire
Freedom and unity indeed our desire
Neuropsychiatrist is a human tragedy
In every house and in the city
Infertility and congenital malformations
Blindness and cancers spread among population
Holy Spirit, in the energy is shown
Come to build, inspire, in a nation
Dana Kadir
Copyright ©26/06/2000
Dana Kadir دانا
قادر
Sydney/Australia |
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Autumn Leaves
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Autumn Leaves
I am a leaf in the yards of someone,
I am fallen in the lands of only one
They have no yard of their own,
There are no leaves green or brown
They have nothing to be fallen,
They have nothing to be shown
All has been stolen my dear,
All has been lost no cheer
I am an Aboriginal leaf in my yard,
I have been fallen on the land
My leaves muddy red such a blood,
They have been damaged very badly
I have nothing all has gone,
My colourful yard has been brawn
The house of my yard has been knocked down,
Farms, vineyards have been burnt even the town
They pulled and pulled my yard trees,
Until their roots were torn of the ground
We never rest until the wind rests,
When they leave we leave too
We never stop until the leaves stop falling,
When the summer keeps the leaves fidgeted on trees
I’m always in love with you; never it’s too late,
I like to see a green yard in your eye
Old and ragged things will be moulded on their land,
But the sun light of our hearts will win all in our
hand.
Copyright ©21/09/1999
Dana Kadir دانا
قادر
Sydney/Australia
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The
Sun Shines
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The Sun Shines
The sun shines in my country after a century,
We have been waiting for an enormous victory
We feel free and breathe free in the cities, towns and
villages,
We walk free at the mountains, at the plains and the
valleys
Even birds, wild beasts and flowers will grow freely,
Even the clouds, snow and the rain calmer, than it
used to be
Farmers in their farms sing a new song under the name
of the homeland,
Even poets waited so long to keep the poems in their
mind
Love and trust, dawn like the moon in the sky,
Even night brighter as day light in Kurds eye
The fruit trees and the blue water in the dams reflect
the beauty of freedom,
Rivers and waterfalls sing a new song, and wait upon
the sunrise in human eye
Look at the nature, green such as my grandpa’s
vineyard,
Look at the spring water, quickly makes bubbles to get
out from the ground
Creatures on the face of my land delighted to see
faces filled of joy,
Tonight the sky has a glorious light for the angel to
be holly
Our love like a stream flows to the heart’s of
everyone,
Make heaven every land from hostile it will be free
Love came back to the homeland after a century,
Evil divided my homeland between different countries
Invaders are losers, lost the battle and escaped in
the season,
But freedom as daylight shattered darkness in our
vision
Love and people are hand in hand, in the homeland
united together,
Women and men are joined to celebrate with the others
forever.
Copyright ©2003
Dana Kadir
دانا
قادر
Sydney/Australia
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The Fire
Works
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The Fire
Works
Today Sydney is a bird of the world
She is wearing a beautiful dress of gold
Such as a bird’s colourful feathers
In my heart and eyes stay forever
On the Harbour Bridge, love and fire rise
Every minute the Opera House surprises
At Circular Quay a rocket is blowing in the sky
It is shinning upon us from on high
Tonight Circular Quay is in the daylight
The fire works made the sky alight
Space is full of moons and stars
The Sun is shy and does not show up in the sky
Tonight Sydney is sweet like honey
We speak and think in perfect harmony
We are taking part in the joy of tonight
For the Olympic games and Sydney’s might
The Fire Works and the Ceremony are hand in hand
Athletes are rewarded by a Gold Medal in hand
The Fire Works and holy beauties shine in one
Gathered all people into one
Many guests joined us tonight to cheer
Every member celebrates and feels to share
Many flags are waving and united together
Only my flag has been absent, however
Australia went into the heart of the game
All people love the human race without shame
Australia is proud of the Olympic Ceremonies and free
All our hearts are like branches of a tree
Copyright ©2003
Dana Kadir
دانا
قادر
Sydney/Australia
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Garden Colourful
Flowers
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Garden
Colourful Flowers
Flowers of spring start to
blossom
All creatures start breeding even possums
Spring waters have been poisoned
Spring has been without passion
Even the leaves of most trees
Have been baked in fires
My garden needs more water
They ignored it does not matter
My thirsty garden died
Too much drought, soon got dried
My country horrified
Full of reason to be afraid
Water running everywhere
Does not take me anywhere
The nozzle of my tab has broken
The heart possess my heart has been shocked
I have nothing to hide
My story is long and wide
The colourful flowers of my garden
Have always gone through burdens
Lovely garden in the front yard
Full of sweet yet smelling bad
Drought came, garden thirsty
Leaves of flowers are very nasty
Cars and trains are up side down
Everything today has broken in the town
Sometime one face has two faces
Even human beings don’t have a basis
One face shows sadness, the second happiness
For their benefit you to be ashes
Your generation stolen in the past
You know very well have been broadcast
Never, I have told my generation
Has a good life, like a nation
21.09.1999
Copyright ©2003
Dana Kadir
دانا
قادر
Sydney/Australia
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