Yousif Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla
Biography: Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla was born on 9th of March 1986 in Khartoum - Sudan . People always call him (Shakespeare) he went to University of Juba- School of Arts and Humanities- Departmentof English Language. He works as a TEFL teacher, Author, Journalist, Activist, IELTS/TOEFL preparation trainer and Freelance interperter / Translator provides Arabic to English Translation, proofreading , editing, interperted multiple in person interview and workshops for the documentary. Highly acquainted with. political. economical , legal documents, technical phraseology to ensure correct Translation Reviewed and Translation of books . He's inspired poet from the country of exquisite natural beauty, ancient historical attractions and inhabitants well versed in the art of hospitality in central Africa beloved Sudan. He is fond of poetry writing about life and whole thing that happen to human kind, either good or bad. He has got the collection of poems that he writes in various issues: socio-cultural, lamentation, lyrical, narrative, political, love, friendship, pain, especial events of my life, , etc and environmental as well, he always publishes many articles and poems on Sindh Courier is an online news service in Karachi, Pakistan. He had have been worked as a debate leader discussing various topics in many English Institutes, centers, academy and schools over 10 years, and sometimes he helps foreigners who come to visit our state to work with them as a translator or trip guider also, he helps international business people communicate more effectively and comfortably in British English. He does this virtually as non a native speaker, he supports people gain the confidence needed to improve and master accent management is key to intelligibility and thus pronunciation training has become a primary focus of his personalized sessions. He focuses on helping my clients learn how english language system. He also can be reached at: americanslang64@gmail.com
View All Yousif Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Poems.

Yousif Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla 's Profile

Like Rain On Dust

I miss you like craziness even more than words to be said at every minute of every day.

You are the girl I need. You can't see how I feel. Without you in my life, I will never be satisfied.

I love to show you how good it will be. I never need anyone the way I need you always.

You know you will never be alone any more. We can make it together. Everything is going to be like a river.

I'm holding on forever, reaching for the love that seems so far stunning. I want to live a day that never die.

Being getting to the rain. You are shining like a candle in the darkness when I need you.
You just lit the fire that burned my tiredness.

We will be more than just amazing couples. Let me be the one to show you. I'm the one who wants to be under your roof deep inside. I have been dreaming of you from above. It sounds like you feel it, too.



0
   63 Views

Shame On You

You have taken a bright side from us who were confiding,
And pinched every habiliment of self-worth.
You are buried behind a mask of generosity.
While harrowing, many skillful young lives apart.
Further piles of you had a depraved heart,
For no one has been misled in quite a while.
Torment will reign in the brain without decorum.
You disgrace yourselves,
With lies and respite promises,
Don’t conceive your snaffled soul will be backed.
You’ll attain the blaze of nightmare for your infringement,
Your wicked souls will never be a revival.
It’s long too late to make your reparation.
Bountiful of murders backwashed from your faults,
You strapped all and let the suffering in.
Now, who should heed about the detriment,
whether inbred or just ancillary,
Let's be loyal, not woeful.
Your oppressors are on the liberation again,
You loathe all but your inheritance.
You relinquish your lives to erase us,
To discard our blood and bone.
Your minds are full of rage.
To tenet the field with terrorism.
You need to achieve domination.
We’ve seen it all before,
And we could not let it be.
We give our lives for the privilege of gorgeous citizens.
We fight all skeletons of despotism,
To keep our seeds from anarchy.
To defend what we clench.
But dead air now would make us remorseful.
Let’s fill the outright atmosphere with passion and harmony.



1
   78 Views

Like Rain On Dust

I miss you like craziness even more than words to be said at every minute of every day.

 

You are the girl I need. You can't see how I feel. Without you in my life, I will never be satisfied.

 

I love to show you how good it will be. I never need anyone the way I need you always.

 

You know you will never be alone any more. We can make it together. Everything is going to be like a river.

 

I'm holding on forever, reaching for the love that seems so far stunning. I want to live a day that never die.

 

Being getting to the rain. You are shining like a candle in the darkness when I need you.

You just lit the fire that burned my tiredness.

 

We will be more than just amazing couples. Let me be the one to show you. I'm the one who wants to be under your roof deep inside. I have been dreaming of you from above. It sounds like you feel it, too. 



0
   81 Views

Every Time You Smile

I fall for your compassion when you glimpse at me. Love is patient. Love is kind.
Life smells green from
The fragrance of the love you usher.

I engage your compassion when you make me feel cherished
Every hour, I feel a good impression.

I connect your compassion when you make me smile.
You make me feel admired and beloved.
It’s hidebound duds about you
That claims to me utmost.

I need to be the loving arms
You have come to an amicable tranquil
After a long journey and rough early bright.

I want to be that shoulder you cry on
Perceiving you will never be  pondered.
Nor mortified for splintering down
Under the compression of life.

I behold how the wonderland
Revel every time you smile.

There is a placidity about
Your charisma that I'm not doubtless.

You are a favour in blind
And I am freaked
To be on the inheriting cusp.

There are a lot of about you
That’s so angelic. You cede me clues
To poll my blessings and
Splash daily praise.


0
   89 Views

Once You Hit A certain Age

We had to repent to The Almighty God  to reform ourselves handled with each other in believability, deference, and conscience to investigate admissibly from our prohibitive bargains before we invoked God to elevate the calamity.

Regardless of the posture, people advocated fancy assented across a catastrophe that came to Sudan.

How did huge buildings be burned and stolen? While they have become a spot for the oppressors: The owner of a house cost and a lodger who didn't tend the covenants weren't obtained, how were they sabotaged?

How did banks and the markets be burned? Priority presided over all their transactions, peerless ratio in all nations of the world.

But we are Sudanese who accepted what occurred to our land was the commodity of our tacky deeds.

How did Khartoum be burned? On the heads of people who had peso without dishonor, or even ravishing into account a needy portrayal presenting our accident, with those scandalous forms top up scenes.

We had ages, and we were in an uninterrupted slump of the ethics and morality in all its simplification.

Even most of the expatriates took an advantage of their financial transfers to destroy Sudan's currency and contribute to raising its disgrace and demolition.

How could our emporiums be burned, plunders in daybreak eat people's sliver was diffusing approach in most of its smuggling wide-spreading language dealt with the matter as if it was a common thing.

How did cities? Khartoum north/ south and Omdurman be burned partially? Transgress the rights of passers - On the road, every tradesman put their trade on aside thoroughfare and pours them to squander of their trade on rowing.


0
   110 Views

The Distress Of Wreck

The curtain has been torn.
The security has been lost.
The whistle of oppression left for a while the truism has been fading out of deceit.
Clutter and devastation meander the yards, Fright has chopped to defend the honor.
It has driven through dust storms and dozens of checkpoints restrained by jumpy fighters, Arriving at the ravaged city-state where the bloodshed eventuated, gunfire and mortars splashed into the valleys around chilling
Snipers huddle in the seaboard beneath a monstrous catwalk, blown up in battle, that downtrend into the river drones plummet over the rain, hunting for ground zero.
And an island at the bottom of the Nile,
A warplane brushed overhead and, across the Nile, an oily plume of smog rose spinning urban battle.
With the city in tumult, you slept in a dissipated roost, where a neighbor told of how a blast killed.
A noble city of glistening steep rises,
Oil wealth and five-star hotels lies in ashes.
Millions have fled.
A dearth snarl on the Nile Pushes.
The gold market is a graveyard of rubble and dog-eaten corpses were blown open in battle, its treasures now yellowing in the sun.
Gunnery shells glide over the Nile, splintering into sanatoriums and roofs.
The neck of the woods enshrines their dead outside their front gates.
In a hushed poverty ward, starving babies fight for life.  
A skull and dropped vines were diffused shabby streets.
There’s a chink in everything,
That’s how the light gleans in.
Thanksgiving gingerly for the sympathy we are pursuing over and over again.



0
   98 Views

Wailing Is Not Enough

How long your throb will go on?
How deep your wound pique in the bottom of your soul?
We are going to survive
We are going to survive
The bloodstream may never come apart
The acreage surface stained like a fault on and on
We are going to survive
We are going to survive
Willy-nilly weapons in the whiff are killing races haphazardly in numbers
You have to flight
You have to salt away
You have to be under lock and key
You have to remain alive
You have to be unbreakable enough to endorse this catastrophe in Greenland
The empire is gone to hellfire
Pile out with hearing these gunshots around,
We are all going to survive
We are all going to survive
Soar up in the forenoon with terror in your heart
Fright evoked in your eyes
Cover up your bird snapper and cover up your range of vision, but the bullets still coming side by side and never go far
We are going to survive
We are going to survive
It's the edge of the star and the heel of time
Twig your hopes and dreams
Where the ballgame is hanging by a thread
Homes sabotaged nowhere to be found the dried bushes
We are going to survive
We are going to survive
If you don't hold and croak, you are a settler, but we will come again till the ravage is done.



0
   123 Views

The Hardness Of Life

People of high place love ruling the country on negative or positive a side covetously, businessmen love being a rich on negative or positive side covetously, poor people love being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, vehicle owner loves being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, vegetable seller love being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, fruit seller love being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, milkmen love seller being a rich on negative or positive side close-fisted.

Nothing can last for good, malice is caught never letting go feelings are hurt but behind every arable there is a reason, the bogey on the wall is growing dark and long, we all ears the echo swell and come off, the creole harsher a drastic, big Crocodiles just don't care about the nation in fright, heart pounds in both ears, hearing kids cry, we try to soothe their tears sitting as one in frozen coincidence, praying to last the pain and fight, when sunlight glows, a tiny edge leads us safe for good.

Getting up, getting dressed, getting the boat, and sometimes getting to eat, but through it all, there's one love to bring us together on the peaceful coexistence this would happen through that risk and patience, walking sorrowfully over the shoulder to keep time with hope, while meeting the dark spaces of days like pulling teeth harder to fight into a victory, washing the sadness from a single soul withstand the natural storms' occasion

We might lose things, feel the future melt in a moment like the salt in declined pottage, how we course and ride meditation the train will never cease, we would travel where lies murders by the side of the road, as we always know the emotional as the sunken thing inside touches up with grief and then goes with you everywhere like a ghost, oftentimes heal ache that won't rally, the suffering, the heart harm, It feels like the termination.

Pauper people slate beyond the toughness of days waking up before the sunrise going to field grab some wages, everything has a double fee everyone loves being a rich on bad or good side covetously, loaded people shed their wealth on air of delusion, amusement with their offsprings there is no lane back to care of other cattle live in the barren jungle yard, the stars of midnight lightening on the earth has a lot of filthiness cover upon the heart and brain, white tongue chops saying, but the soul lies on negative chains extend along the distance of toughness.

We all forget life's purpose and left our morality behind dirty actions ill-intention, everyone wants to beat others mercilessly in the fatherland I actually adore so much is Sudan, there is path out there, light somewhere, it shines the blackness as the Creator present our accident, the most miraculous staying to cheerfulness.



0
   131 Views

The Rights of Peace

We are not born to shove in attack, looting, raping and murdering, but we behold to sustain Sudan free from devils.



Sudan will be overly superb when peace comes,
Each one will sow grand pine and tropical trees,
From these sprawling greenhouses, we will make oases again.



We will rebound to our native land and seed green ruddy Sudan.
The shoot has damaged our lives and our lifestyle.
There is no seventh heaven due to qualm.


There is so sufficient remorse due to very little to delight.
It has dehydrated Sudan parched like the autumn stalks.
Huge trees scorched,
It's only tragic.



There is so sufficient remorse due to very little to delight.
The war is quite tragic,
With lousy depression as the dust of catastrophe.



We are seeking to build a peaceful Sudan.
We will crowd together as brothers, sisters, and dwellers.



To build an alliance for the breath of life everywhere in Sudan without segmentation
We must learn where each defeat is equal to spunk.



We must ignore war!
Oh, we must endow to any ordeal.
We are rendering for all decision-makers to fag as one zealous with persuasion to quit assassinating.
And let us cohabit in security.



We think of a great Sudan.
And the recent life is originating such fortune tomorrow!
We force them to skip killing other humans  who die ravaged.

It will be glided away from the stanchion,
Peace prevails wherever there is no war.



1
   116 Views

We Were Born To Live In Peace

You demand to bustle up; you were told the armed-fighting should end, but it cleaves going from day to day, and you forget to smile and can’t enact you are surrounded by suicidal, and you keep waiting for someone to crux; the towns and villages are ruined at their thrust, as are your hearts and souls, you ignore that every door has its own unique lock.

 

You dream to glide like a dove, our contests, the clouds etch flowers into the land, so peace prevails; we are the bloods of the light who pine for the sun; do not cleft our craving angst of the dark.


Furthermore, you still believe in a glad heads or tails, where you will abide in cooperation love ; you'll not remit those who draw a blank fallen; your opposer is everyone outdoor and the ozone they inhale out; you weren't handy for this fight alone; you sign in gently and count each passing breath; my body is barren, but my soul hurts.


Not only that, but you thought it was a dream, but it happened to be honest to God; the distress the bloodshed and overwhelming dismay, I want it all to go away dilate in the shining sun and troubles blown from your day by chummy pitfalls, so far you want people out of cellars.

 

Your war has affected our survival, our lives, and our culture; the war took away your family, neighbors, and friends; you wish the conflict would end, and more children could enjoy their childhood and family relief.

 

You live on life there is not much euphoria due to fear: Oh the Almighty, there is so much pain, very bantam to rave; your home is set alight and searing like the autumn leaves; the attractive trees burnt, the red flowers scorched, it's only grief.

 

You look at the screen bombing and destruction; you see births sleeping in tents they lost the cuddle and stability of their parents; you divine offsprings who are as skinny as ghosts: You peg schools and parks empty of children activity.

 

Likewise, you know, there is so much throb, very little to cheer; the outcome of the war is cataclysmic, sad, and full of awful prospects; many have lost their lives, many wounded and many left with prejudices: Oh The Creator, there is so much twinge, very little to laud, square cotton to tranquility.



0
   108 Views

Freed Wheeling Khartoum

It was trundling through newly captured areas, trapping militia struggler, some of whom were laminated.

One Defeasance, One Nation

Capturing of the metropolis marked a momentous shift in Africa’s seizable war, which has brought decimations, deprivation, and sweeping wreckage in its existence.

One cavalry! One folk!

In the cockcrow showed, hundreds were over passing in the city at halfway point, strolled over the Blue Nile early without a ruckus.

One Militant, One Nation

Your dropping was one of the stupendous cities on the African continent, dealt a crushing blow to the ambitions of supplying with powerful weapons since the day one of the war.

One Militant, One Nation

You were a glorious city nestled along the banks of the River Nile, alive with the warmth of its citizens and the dynamic stamina united dudes from every corner of far-flung and like night and day.

One Defeasance, One Nation

In a nearby uptown county, a neck of the woods whooped and cheered as they ran up to the victory.

One Warrior, One Nation

We’ve had lavish of the Explorations. We’ve had adequate mugging. Not only that but we were dishonest even forty winks at  torturing some of the worst misconducts under the hugging of civil battle among all betrayers.

One warrior, one Nation

Oh, the Almighty. Please unite us for the good of our nation (Sudan)



0
   121 Views

Sudan Has Torn Down

Whatever you chronicle the event, you won't believe a great deal of elimination of Sudan; there wasn't any movement of people alive.
The whole Khartoum buildings are deserted, there were a lot of houses and buildings burnt and devastated.
Hollow lanes were disseminated everywhere you were driven. There were a lot of killings and sacking and smashing and mugging of some wagons, shops, markets and banks; strange phenomena waves of force had done.

You've already crossed into forbidden lands; does it matter now that you've stolen others?
Malfeasance with delinquency, you've blessed our mindset, you've been fraudulent mortality and left cast aside in the infraction.
An espied day has awoken, your clout has been busted, as you stroll into others' universes crooked with faults, you left a misguided reaction.
You should have groomed all prospects, you should have discarded all of your egotistic, deceitful aptitudes; to conserve the lives and prosperity of others and property.
Cold-blooded lions don't divulge us that you weren't fronting when cruel soldiers dispirited.
And you identified your heaviness of hearts roof so groggy that you wouldn't measure the bare dread echoed in our low spirits.


Dastardly lions, we absolve you even after you turned your rearward on us, stuffing your days only with our grief to dip higher into a supernova with no aspirations to model us guardedly household.
But impotent lions, how can criticize you? You're only a mere bystander, incapable of hold us feeling remorseful for abolishing your uninvolved brood.
You've beheld it all behind the torn and blood stained, the distorted tingling of blight and suffering.



0
   106 Views

Trending Now

Most Rated Poems

Recently Joined

FPG Feeds

2018 © Naija Poetry. ALL Rights Reserved. Privacy Policy | Terms of Service
>