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his-heart-hymns · 7 months

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Khoon Phir Khoon hai

- By sahir ludhianvi

#palestine #gaza #free palestine #end the war #end aparatheid #urdu aesthetic #urdu stuff #revolutionary poetry #desiblr #desi tumblr #desi aesthetic #desi academia #urdu poetry #urdu literature #urdu lines #urdu shayari #israel

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queen-mabs-revenge · 8 months

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anyway uncollected writings of social protest by langston hughes

#langston hughes #revolutionary poetry

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urduclassic · 11 months

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جو ہو نہ سکی بات وہ چہروں سے عیاں تھی

حبیب جالب کی بیگم ایک دن اُن سے ملاقات کیلئے جیل گئیں اور جالب سے کہنے لگیں۔ آپ تو جیل میں آگئے ہو یہ بھی سوچا ہے کہ بچوں کی فیس کا کیا بنے گا اور گھر میں آٹا بھی ختم ہونے والا ہے۔ حبیب جالب نے اس ملاقات کے بارے میں ایک نظم لکھی۔ جس کا عنوان ”ملاقات“ رکھا۔

ملاقات جو ہو نہ سکی بات وہ چہروں سے عیاں تھی حالات کا ماتم تھا ملاقات کہاں تھی

اس نے نہ ٹھہرنے دیا پہروں مرے دل کو جو تیری نگاہوں میں شکایت مری جاں تھی

گھر میں بھی کہاں چین سے سوئے تھے کبھی ہم جو رات ہے زنداں میں وہی رات وہاں تھی

یکساں ہیں مری جان قفس اور نشیمن انسان کی توقیر یہاں ہے نہ وہاں تھی

شاہوں سے جو کچھ ربط نہ قائم ہوا اپنا عادت کا بھی کچھ جبر تھا کچھ اپنی زباں تھی

صیاد نے یونہی تو قفس میں نہیں ڈالا مشہور گلستاں میں بہت میری فغاں تھی

تو ایک حقیقت ہے مری جاں مری ہم دم جو تھی مری غزلوں میں وہ اک وہم و گماں تھی

محسوس کیا میں نے ترے غم سے غم دہر ورنہ مرے اشعار میں یہ بات کہاں تھی

حبیب جالب

#Habib Jalib #Habib Jalib Poetry #Revolutionary Poetry #Urdu #Urdu poetry #Urdu Poets #Urdu Shayari #World

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manwalksintobar · 4 months

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Black Woman (Mujer Negra) // Nancy Morejón

Still I smell the foam of the sea which they made me cross. The night, I cannot remember it. Not even the ocean itself could remember it. But I do not forget the first gannet I made out. High, the clouds, like innocent eyewitnesses. Perhaps I have not forgotten either my lost coast, or my ancestral tongue. They left me here and here I have lived. And because I worked like a beast, here I was born again, And I sought to rely on epic story of the Mandinga after epic story.

I rebelled.

His Honour bought me in a square, I embroidered His Honour’s coat and gave birth to a son for him. My son had no name And His Honour, he died at the hands of an impeccable English lord.

I walked.

This is the land in which I suffered beatings and floggings. I rowed the length of all its rivers. Under its sun I sowed, I reaped and I did not eat the harvests. For a house I had a shack. I myself brought stones to build it, but I sang to the natural beat of the national birds.

I rose up.

In this same land I touched the humid blood and the rotted bones of many others, brought to it, or not, the same as I. By then I did not imagine the way to Guinea any more. Was it to Guinea? To Benin? Was it to Madagascar? Or to Cape Verde?

I worked much harder.

I laid better foundations for my millennial song and my hope. Here I built my world.

I went off to the mountains.

My real independence was the Palenque and I rode among the troops of Maceo. Only a century later, together with my descendants, from a blue mountain, I came down from the Sierra. to put an end to capitalists and usurers, to generals and the bourgeoisie. Now I am: Only today do we have and create. Nothing is outside our reach. Ours the land. Ours the sea and the sky. Ours magic and the chimera. My equals, here I watch them dance around the tree we planted for communism. Its prodigious wood already resounds.

(translated from the Spanish by Jean Andrews)

#poetry #Nancy Morejón #Jean Andrews #Cuban poetry #Afro-Cuban poetry #Black American poetry #Spanish poetry #resistance #Resistencia #poems of protest #poems of praise #Mandinga #palenque #communism #anti-capitalism #revolutionary poetry #revolution #the sea

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bazmeurdu · 2 years

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تجھ کو کتنوں کا لہو چاہیے اے ارضِ وطن

تجھ کو کتنوں کا لہو چاہیے اے ارضِ وطن جو ترے عارضِ بے رنگ کو گلنار کرے

کتنی آہوں سے کلیجہ ترا ٹھنڈا ہو گا کتنے آنسو ترے صحراؤں کو گلزار کریں

تیرے ایوانوں میں پرزے ہوے پیماں کتنے کتنے وعدے جو نہ آسودۂ اقرار ہوے

کتنی آنکھوں کو نظر کھا گئی بدخواہوں کی خواب کتنے تری شاہراہوں میں سنگسار ہوے

"بلاکشانِ محبت پہ جو ہوا سو ہوا جو مجھ پہ گزری مت اس سے کہو، ہوا سو ہوا

مبادا ہو کوئی ظالم ترا گریباں گیر لہو کے داغ تو دامن سے دھو، ہوا سو ہوا"

ہم تو مجبورِ وفا ہیں مگر اے جانِ جہاں اپنے عشّاق سے ایسے بھی کوئی کرتا ہے

تیری محفل کو خدا رکھے ابد تک قائم ہم تو مہماں ہیں گھڑی بھر کے، ہمارا کیا ہے

فیض احمد فیض

#Faiz Ahmad Faiz #Revolutionary Poetry #Urdu #Urdu Adab #Urdu Poetry #Urdu Poets #World

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yellowofametrine · 2 years

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Anger:

I was told as a child to

Give bad feelings to god,

And HE would handle them,

Head of the house,

A good father,

But don’t be such a

Silly woman.

I was told as a child

There is always good and bad,

But I was not told the necessity of anti hero’s,

And innocence shields the complicated reality of trauma,

Unless forced upon you,

Like the boxes we are all put in.

I was told as a child

That kids can just be so mean!

I was not told that

It is because of adults,

And the world they’ve inherited as well.

Now the world is at our fingertips,

And we can be told anything,

And we have, collectively,

Not been taught to think for ourselves, or how to coexist in peace,

And anger is righteous,

And chaos reigns;

Must anger bleed and lure love to lick the wounds? Sweet forgiveness,

What does it take,

If hate is a stubborn concrete wall

That has no purpose but to hide beauty and starve truth?

To reach your self in the depths! To communicate with peace and purpose in every breath- to understand how to connect and what it truly is-

Divine.

(There is a field…)

I’ll meet you there when I’ve conquered the mind, or, rather, nourished the heart well (drink, it is eternal life.)…

And there will be justice,

A return to oneness,

I believe,

As my faith was first based in Love.

#poet #poetry #my poem #spiritual poetry #nostalgic poetry #revolutionary poetry #apocalypse #you decide #1111 #111 #222 #333 #444 #777 #888 #000 #artist #angry #anger #sadness #grief

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weepylucifer · 6 months

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it's beautiful to picture the anodic dance club as like, the new hot spot for the young people of martinaise to hang out and all bond with each other and have all their different worldviews mingle and create new things... but lbr chances are half of those people are going to end up just not really liking anodic music. like, thanks for keeping the pale hole contained or whatever but this music blows

#posts by me #it's just a genre like any other tbh. it's gonna have fans it's gonna have haters #the speedfreaks: here is our radical new life-affirming jam #cindy: it's a bit trash innit can you get some garage punk bands to play here #the smoker: can we host an open mic night i have slam poetry i would like to share #piss and fuck: this is not voidcore enough #steban: i only listen to prog rock #ulixes: and revolutionary folk anthems #andre and noid: everyone's a fucking critic huh #egghead: [sad ant with bindle image]

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mimithealpaca · 2 months

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somewhere out there

somewhere out there is a girl alone, but free. more than a rose more than a bird traveling the seven seas she dreams of finding something but she doesn't need to. she doesn't need a gardener. she doesn't need a keeper. and she sleeps easy every day because she is free alone, but free somewhere out there.

#revolutionary girl utena #shoujo kakumei utena #少女革命ウテナ #himemiya anthy #anthy himemiya #anthy birthday 2024 #doodle #sketchbook #alcohol markers #fluently markers #traditional art #freeform poetry #poetry #poem #mimithealpaca

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whereserpentswalk · 5 months

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Was there a first time a human killed a dragon? What did they think? Was it bronze or copper that was the first human alchemy to break their scales after thousands of years of weapons shattering against armor? Their horses finally fast enough to charge and doge them, their armors finally thick enough to protect from their venom.

Did the first human to kill a dragon think they would die? Did they attack the creature out of spite only to see blood flow onto the head of their bronze axe? Or was it a plan, had they tested it before? Did the dragon laugh to see a human try to attack them? Or were they killed from behind, not even knowing what humanity was becoming for them? What was the first time a dragon feared a human, when did they first realize something so small was going to kill them?

Did the first dragon slayer even know? Did they know how many people they were freeing? Did they know that their people weren't always going to fear having their treasures stolen, fear having their crops burnt, fear being ruled over by something inhuman?

How long did it take for the dragons to know? They had lived long enough to see humanity grow from apes, and in what must have felt like moments to them, how did they react? When did they first see one of their brothers dead, and realize what killed it? How did they feel moving from castles to caves, as humans sent mercenaries, then legionaries, then knights, then musketeers? What was the last dragon to tyrannize humanity? Who was the last dragon to call himself king?

Who was the first human to ride a dragon? Did the first dragon to be ridden remember when humans were their slaves? Who was the first human to take the power of their oppressors for themself?

Who was the first human to kill an eldrich horror? What did they think? Was it the laser or the bullet that was the first human science to break their distorted bodies after thousands of years of weapons shattering against their paradox. Their planes finally fast enough to swoop and dodge them, their goggles finally thick enough for their visage not to drive them mad.

How many humans will be the first to tell their oppressor, "You are no longer the predator"...

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simplyyearning · 4 months

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stay in the rose garden with me, stay with me

Revolutionary Girl Utena (1997) "The One to Revolutionize the World" // Sue Zhao // "And Someday, Together, We'll Shine"

#revolutionary girl utena #web weaving #parallels #poetry #z

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trashmarine · 1 year

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revolutionary girl utena (shōjo kakumei utena, 1997) / practice by mary jean chan

#revolutionary girl utena #rgu #mary jean chan #parallels #mine #y’all remember that flèche juri parallels post? cultural turning point.#anyway i went to a mary jean chan poetry reading n they read this from the same collection and…#Yeah.#juri arisugawa

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eqqautor · 5 months

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thinking thoughts.... anthy rgu x thetis by carol ann duffy (both women are trapped in the narrative and trapped by the powerful men around them who shape their life.....

#rgu #revolutionary girl utena #anthy himemiya #thetis #art #eqq art #poetry #carol ann duffy #i read this poem in like yr 11 and it became an integral part of me #yes i have it memorised. what about it #also did i give up on this lighting? most definitely #but that's irrelevant #himemiya anthy

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queen-mabs-revenge · 9 months

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Good-morning, Revolution

Good-morning, Revolution!

You're the very best friend

I ever had.

We gonna pal around together from now on.

Say, listen, Revolution:

You know, the boss where I used to work,

The guy that gimme the air to cut down expenses,

He wrote a long letter to the papers about you:

Said you was a trouble maker, an alien-enemy,

In other words a son-of-a-bitch.

He called up the police

And told 'em to watch out for a guy

Named Revolution.

You see,

The boss knows you're my friend.

He sees us hangin' out together.

He knows we're hungry, and ragged,

And ain't got a damn thing in this world —

And are gonna do something about it.

The boss's got all he needs, certainly,

Eats swell,

Owns a lotta houses,

Goes vacationin',

Breaks strikes,

Runs politics, bribes police,

Pays off congress,

And struts all over the earth —

But me, I ain't never had enough to eat.

Me, I ain't never been warm in winter.

Me, I ain't never known security —

All my life, been livin' hand to mouth,

Hand to mouth.

Listen, Revolution,

We're buddies, see —

Together,

We can take everything:

Factories, arsenals, houses, ships,

Railroads, forests, fields, orchards,

Bus lines, telegraphs, radios,

(Jesus! Raise hell with radios!)

Steel mills, coal mines, oil wells, gas,

All the tools of production,

(Great day in the morning!)

Everything —

And turn 'em over to the people who work.

Rule and run 'em for us people who work.

Boy! Them radios —

Broadcasting that very first morning to USSR:

Another member the International Soviet's done come

Greetings to the Socialist Soviet Republics

Hey you rising workers everywhere greetings —

And we'll sign it: Germany

Sign it: China

Sign it: Africa

Sign it: Poland

Sign it: Italy

Sign it: America

Sign it with my one name: Worker

On that day when no one will be hungry, cold, oppressed,

Anywhere in the world again.

That's our job!

I been starvin' too long,

Ain't you?

Let's go, Revolution.

— Langston Hughes

#langston hughes #good morning revolution #revolutionary poetry #socialism #practicing reciting this out loud and let me tell you this is electric to read

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urduclassic · 1 year

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آج بھی میرے خیالوں کی تپش زندہ ہے میرے گفتار کی دیرینہ روش زندہ ہے

آج بھی ظلم کے ناپاک رواجوں کے خلاف میرے سینے میں بغاوت کی خلش زندہ ہے

جبر و سفاکی و طغیانی کا باغی ہوں میں نشئہ قوّتِ انسان کا باغی ہوں میں

جہل پروردہ یہ قدریں یہ نرالے قانون ظلم و عدوان کی ٹکسال میں ڈھالے قانون

تشنگی نفس کے جزبوں کی بجھانے کے لئے نوع انساں کے بنائے ہوئے کالے قانون

ایسے قانون سے نفرت ہے عداوت ہے مجھے ان سے ہر سانس میں تحریک بغاوت ہے مجھے

تم ہنسو گے کہ یہ کمزور سی آواز ہے کیا جھنجھنایا ہوا، تھرّایا ہوا ساز ہے کیا

جن اسیروں کے لیے وقف ہیں سونے کے قفس ان میں موجود ابھی خواہشِ پرواز ہے کیا

آہ! تم فطرتِ انسان کے ہمراز نہیں میری آواز، یہ تنہا میری آواز نہیں

انگنت روحوں کی فریاد ہے شامل اس میں سسکیاں بن کے دھڑکتے ہیں کئی دل اس میں

تہ نشیں موج یہ طوفان بنے گی اک دن نہ ملے گا کسی تحریک کو ساحل اس میں

اس کی یلغار مری ذات پہ موقوف نہیں اسکی گردش میرے دن رات پہ موقوف نہیں

ہنس تو سکتے ہو، گرفتار تو کر سکتے ہو خوار و رسوا سرِ بازار تو کر سکتے ہو

اپنی قہار خدائی کی نمائش کے لئے مجھے نذرِ رسن و دار تو کر سکتے ہو

تم ہی تم قادرِ مطلق ہو، خدا کچھ بھی نہیں؟ جسمِ انساں میں دماغوں کے سوا کچھ بھی نہیں

آہ یہ سچ ہے کہ ہتھیار کے بل بوتے پر آدمی نادر و چنگیز تو بن سکتا ہے

ظاہری قوت و سطوت کی فراوانی سے لینن و ہٹلر و انگریز تو بن سکتا ہے

سخت دشوار ہے انسان کا مکمّل ہونا حق و انصاف کی بنیاد پے افضل ہونا

مولانا عامرؔ عثمانی

#Amir Usmani #Revolutionary Poetry #Urdu #Urdu poetry #Urdu Poets #Urdu Shayari #World

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exilley · 1 year

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Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#exilley's diary #codeword: revolution #rgu #sku #revolutionary girl utena #shoujo kakumei utena #rgu edit #sku edit #poetry #the literature associations do not stop mlads.#Well it was consuming me.#I am justified in spending an hour in bed fighting with my tiny phone screen to make an rgu literature edit instead of trying to sleep #i will id this. tomorrow. when i find the patience to boot up my laptop

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caligarish · 2 days

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Revolutionary Girl Utena, 1997 // In the forest (В лесу) by Anna Akhmatova (translated by me)

#revolutionary girl utena #shoujo kakumei utena #rgu #sku #anna akhmatova #poetry #web weave #ugh not again #anthy himemiya #utena tenjou #akio ohtori

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