My sweet, my sour, my sore
I stalk, you run, and you hide
You appear, I fear, I pause
You smile, I choke, and I freeze
I wish, I could tell, I can’t
I wish, you could see, my sensations
My love, my comfort, my care, for you
My fictions, my thoughts, our world
You pass; I am relieved, I am angry
I hit myself, I stupid, its fine
You don’t appear, it hurts, and I am sleepless
You’re my day, by day, diversion,
I always believed, you were not mine
The gallant, took you, away
I wish, I could have, told you
That, I love you…………..
Copyright © Sello Matsepe | Year Posted 2014
Reading a book, the war between
Saladin and Richard the lion hearted
their battle went into Allepo
checking Allepo on the web
I found them still at war
Yet how stupid are we
one thousand years
and we have learned, nothing
we still fight we still kill
nothing has changed.
Talking with friends
she said they kill because
the worlds overpopulated
she said that it's wrong
God gave you the child
to me it's wrong because
we should not kill
God gave us a brain
with the ability to think
a brain to solve our problems
If you drive a car
around a corner at one hundred
don't blame God for the accident
If the world's overpopulated
have less kids, do not kill the ones you have.
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2014
The scarf, on my head,
Everyday, I beg.
To Allah, and His Messenger,
Am I not one of His?
Is it all out of nature?
Five times in a day,
Bowing down to Allah,
The Decency of my nature,
Leads me into a venture,
Simultaneously, a juncture,
That I, conjecture.
My Believe in Allah.
My Pride in Islam.
Copyright © Malyun Ahmed | Year Posted 2014
On this day
it was about seven thirty
in the morning
I sat on a couch reading a poem
when my phone rang
and was told that my uncle had an accident
and he was in the hospital.
I hastily dashed out
as a feather being controlled by breeze
I flew fast to the hospital.
When I got there, I asked
to where he was and they pointed.
Upon entering his ward
I saw his body which tied road had mutilated
I was shocked with fear and I hastily closed my eyes
I opened one of it to take a sharp glimpse
at how he was doing
and saw that he can't lift his body and he can't eat.
My head expanded like a balloon,
my stomach groaned and quivered a bit,
my heart pounded heavily
my legs trembled upon the ground
I opened my mouth to say sorry
but a word won't come out.
My eyes filled with tears
though I struggled, and managed to suppress it.
However, my gratitude to the Almighty
for despite the accident and a lot of pain he endured,
neither his legs nor his hands were paralysed.
neither his eyes nor his brain were injured,
he is still complete as a man.
Most of all, with mist in our eyes,
we smiled as we faced each other
with words of praise and thanksgiving.
We realize that with less serious accidents,
some had already crossed the fence.
Glory be to the wonderful Lord.
Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2015
You know what I think sometimes?
said Allah to Buddha,
Of course you do
and yet you don't.
I think I gave this gift of language
because you have a uniquely humanurtured gift
and translating languages thru-out each and all Earth tribes,
but primally amongst your anthro-Allah loving selves.
we under-invest using this cooperatively intended gift
to speak clearly
with candid integrity
about what "I need"
and what "I really do not need more of,
or any longer."
Perhaps at work
in your vocation
you get along confluently,
most folks act professionally
and healthily correct.
perhaps even within yourself,
within your family,
with your spouse,
with your kids
especially with those teenagers,
how much time do we invest
and sometimes ranting unhappily along
about what we want or wish for,
don't want and would never care to see
now compare to your investment
conversing about what you most need
and what you most critically,
yet also chronically,
most specifically do not need
in your healthy intended and practiced life,
and in your death-trending non-life
of false wealthy abundance,
yet ultimate loss.
We might turn to our professional colleague at work
say "I could use a cup of coffee."
but we would probably never say,
"I need more stimulants in my system
or this situation will put me to sleep."
We might say to our oppositionally obsessed daughter,
"If you throw that one-eyed Zoe doll down the stairs again
in the middle of this clunky throbbing night,
you can predict its immediate demise
in the trashcan of life!!!"
but seldom think to say
"I need for us to figure out a less alarming way
for you to wake me
when you need my attention,
and for you to let me sleep
when you merely want me."
Why are we more comfortable
telling our life partners,
"I don't feel like it tonight"
and less comfortable adding,
"but a back and foot and scalp massage would be heaven."
Seems like we would all be somewhat healthier
if we were more articulate
about our bodies' "need" language
while less reductively focused on
our little ego's cognitive "want"
"don't want" messages.
And, for that matter,
it might be nicer
if your national and global political conversations
followed this same trend
of ecological body integrity
with Buddha-mind communication patterns.
"If you keep killing those innocent victims,
I'm going to spank you
and starve you."
as if sociopathology had not had quite enough of both
rather than co-mentored love,
"I do not need you to lead us toward more death.
I do need you to do what we elected
and expected you to do,
to facilitate positive health and wealth trends
and all Earth's Tribes,
and all Time's incarnating needs for health right now,
through future's timeless generations,
positively trending outcomes
rooted in needs and not needs,
not-so-much about what you want
and don't want
for your small-minded anthro-exclusive future."
Our global Buddha body,
Earth as Sanghakaya
multisystemic incarnational economic school of ecojustice,
evolves religious as cultural sanity
screaming for cooperative healing
while speaking PC
through appropriate channels
how nice we could all be
through competing for wealth
by following Allah's nature and nation-building rules
of healthy reason,
inclusive organic seasons without threat of treason.
Our bodies need to compete cooperatively
even more than our minds want
to cooperatively compete.
to not to
"Allah "Allah creation
has has not
Allah Allah creation's
beauty and joy ugly and sorrow
generosity competitive selfishness
When economic interest in ego
exceeds equivalent value
for eco-logical interest
and comprehensive assurance coverage
in healthy wealth optimization,
then ego mind
operates out of cognitively dominant "want"
rather than bodily-centered "eco-need"
rich environmental responses,
and healthy dialogue
of about and for optimizing life trends.
How could we incarnate
economic or psychic wealth and health
not eco-logically balanced,
positively trending toward "beloved"
healthy-wealth nutritional optimization
meeting Continuous Quality Improvement
of Positive Design
and universally-uniting, integral, dialectic Development?
And, even if we could,
Buddha body would hate it
and Western mind
would disrupt into further cognitive-reductive dissonance,
rather than this emerging eco-consciousness
of Allah's incarnating mind as body-wisdom,
seeing while seeking continuous religious experience.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
By Curtis Johnson
Once in a while, we are blessed with the presence of a magical moment.
They are rare; they are few; cherish them and understand why they are sent.
We are graced by heaven with an unspeakable thrilling event
Your greatest sports victory; absolutely spectacular!
Your greatest sports defeat; it’s also sincerely yours.
It’s your life, your story; dreams are made of these.
Remind yourself; tell your children and their children.
Tell them that life is best when we learn lessons that we need not repeat.
Tell them that life has balance, and provides both agonies and defeats.
When in the eight grade, I made the basketball team at my school.
It was both fun and work as I played and learned the rules.
As in every sport, winning is great; but losing is not cool.
One season, my school played a rival school.
I played the two-guard position and scored no baskets;
Nor did I succeed at anything else.
By game’s end, our rivals had scored 52 points.
And my team had managed a measly total of 12.
They were big and confident; we departed deeply defeated and sorely beaten.
I started the season with pride and expectations; but now I was weakened.
In the game of life, we pick our faces off the floor, head for the door, and stop our weeping.
We cheer and shout when we win; but it’s hard to master how to lose.
The greatest wins are those we celebrate, when in defeat, we paid our dues.
Today, the game is over, and we lost; and tomorrow, we again, lace our shoes.
Tomorrow, a new day will unfold with new battles; but a new story will emerge.
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015
The brothers who are outside the celestial vault,
thanks for your existence,
Come to us all that comes from you what is good,
Is made a conscious and collective will,
On Earth as elsewhere
Let us be worthy of our own support
Spare us the misunderstanding that arises from our essence
Just as we are able to reflect and
limit the badly that arises within us and in relation to other beings
If you know of any fault of mine, show me the way to recover.
To build together a heavenly nation for the common good.
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Copyright © Max Diniz Cruzeiro | Year Posted 2016
It is in heaven I shall live forever
the earth is my floor
and the sky is my canopy
it sends the rains to make rivers
to water me and grow me plants
for a simple sustenance
and for me a bountiful food
I do not meanly the falsehood
and concealing the truth
I do not create mischief
and trouble in my homeland
I am created from nothing
and nothing is me
and that me is secret to itself
A secret that Allah kept to discover
where I shall believe is true
nothingness is only seen from nothing
that nothing exists to prove I am nothing
that nothingness exists
in my existence it is indeed nothing
I do exist as nothing.
As I shall always need to believe
that my life would be restored
it is upon my life’s death
that Allah will teach me what I do not know
He will teach me who knows nothing
that nothing is indeed me
and without Him I really mean nothing!
UCA, Kota Kinabalu,
29 June 2014
1st Ramadan 1435
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014
Muslims and christians clashes, the worst sectarian violence!
Therefore I urge christians and muslim to readjust their neighbourliness,
and friendliness to receive reconcilliation approval from the powers above!
Copyright © chipepo lwele | Year Posted 2013
Trace the birth of life back down the genes
you find that Abraham is still a king
the father of two sons we know by name
Ishmeal and Isaac are are their name's
The father of the Muslims and the Jews
the father of the Christians and their views
Allah or Jehovah still is God
and yet you fight but over just his name
With the changing times and languages
the words in different country's
they do change
so you have different names in your language
what does it matter
if God has thirty eight name's
but is still the same God
are you wiser than God
do you think that he can't speak
to every one
perhaps all gods are the same God
with just different names
The American Indian
call's him the great white father
what does it matter
if the God remains the same
The bible speaks of peace
Hindu's speak of peace
the message of love is the same
who are you to say
that God can't reach every one
if theirs thirty eight ways to find God
what does it matter which one you take
the message he give's is love each other
and honour him with your actions
killing people does not honour God
Killing people does not build respect
build respect for God
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2014
Praying on my knees,
Hoping that Allah can forgive me
From the sins
That gives me pleasure,
Sin is all I know,
Sin is my way of living.
It’s the only thing that’s
Worth living for…
To me atleast,
Then came the torture,
My heart throbs, angrily
As the floor shakes, constantly.
I run to the place
Where I keep my deadly weapons,
“Black Sins”, some may call it,
But all I want to do is save myself,
Not my family…
I know what they are after.
I am dead,
But I can’t go down
Without a fight.
“Allah, please forgive me”…
I gathered my “black sin”
And headed towards the family room,
To my surprise,
I had several unexpected guests…
But only three caught my attention.
It wasn’t a pretty sight,
For I knew that I was going to die
A DEATH much similar to the people
I had MURDERED.
They shot my wife,
But I just wanted to save myself,
I had plenty of wives…
I ran downstairs
To see my death approach me,
Something that I thought I would never see.
All of a sudden I felt pain,
An excruiting pain,
Build up in my brain.
“Allah, please for—“
I was out.
I was solid.
I was dead.
Copyright © mya thompson | Year Posted 2011
When we pledge our allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America.
And also to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God.
It doesn’t say under budda or allah or any other form of belief that is not
Christian. Indivisible which means we are not to be divided. With Liberty which
we have ungrudgingly shared, and Justice which we are daily being deprived of.
And last it says for All, which I take it to mean for Americans and our way of life.
This is a pledge only for Americans and intended only for Americans. That was
written by Americans many years ago that had been suppressed of many rights
we now take for granite. When we give up one right think of all the blood that was
let just so you could have that right.
To my brothers and sisters that live in this land.
Let us reclaim freedom as in God as we stand.
Let us stop the abortions and save the child.
Return discipline back to the educators in return for a child that is not wild.
Remove elected officials that don’t do their job or do what they say.
Send those to jail that accept bribery or pay.
Stop turning your head when you see something that is not right.
Beef up the minutemen and teach them to fight.
Goods can be exchanged at the borders but allow no foreign vehicle to traverse
cross our land.
No more immigrants allowed, no more can this country of ours stand.
We are united and we have all sworn the oath.
To better our country and cherish its growth.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2007