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Details | Free verse | |

THE ALL POWER IS GREATER

THE ALL POWER IS GREATER!

The Big Bang designed the stratosphere and troposphere.
Below both majestic presence, Earth is the topography.
Today, all God’s creature roams freely.
Human being munificence is magnanimousness.

Now sits a child fulfilled.
She has her ink pen.
She aspires to be a writer – a great poet someday.
She is real to a righteous path.
Her themes and topics display a certain initiative.
God’s kind of poetry she leitmotifs vigorously and the melodies manifested.

A theological epitome inner cores and personification of the spirit went aglow.
Her radiance was beautiful.
Her voice recited the glory of the omnipotent.

God had sent the gift of psalm and she embraced him with open arms.
Baptism converted her soul to be a modern-day Apostle of the Lord God.
 
Prophecy she formed.
Wisdom and knowledge was born.
Her innateness was so strong that she was a natural.
Her libretti brought smiles.
When a release was necessitated from emotional dismay, her librettos bring hope and puts God’s speed in place.

The Lord God sent the gift of psalm.
In a whisper, is the strength of voice.
The Lord God provides the power.

The people exclaim, “This is God’s kind of poetry.”
Eloisa proclaims, “This is praise and worship of the omnipotent."
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 19, 2014 @ 12:48 A.M.!
Challenge Title "God's Kind Of Poetry' Contest!


Details | Free verse | |

Dear God

I wish I could write you a love song
Fill with heart felt words
I wish I could say that I love you and meant every word
But as you know I am just a man
And even now as I have grown
I still cannot understand the meaning of those three letter words.

I spent my life searching
I spent my days hoping
Even now as I have aged and have a family of my own
I still do not understand the meaning of those three letter words

They say, that they love you
They say, that they care
But their words are cheap and weigh no value.

My heart is still broken
My bones are weak
My nights are restless
And my soul is asleep.

I feel so hopeless
Defeated and crush
These burdens I carry
Have me buried in a dump.

I try to call out
I try to shout
But these words I speak
No one can hear me.

God take my hand
Lift my pain
Save me from this cane
I am afraid its about to leave a big old stain.

Lord I am in so much pain
These scares bring nothing but shame
Jesus please let it rain
Save me, I think I am about to go completely in sane.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

acceptance

   Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time
the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died
no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time
unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died
I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry
yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing 
Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry
no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman  thrown like an old shoe
marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul
 to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this
If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order


Details | Concrete | |

God

It is one of God’s tender amenities
That my love fits perfectly in my arms.
He matched with care our identities
Arranging a fitting exchange of charms.

It is one of God’s sweetest actions
To make our minds of like accord.
He thus ensured honest attractions
For which we daily thank our Lord.

It is one of God’s grand designs
To have us love after years long spent.        
He perceives it is time that love refines,
Blessing our lives with that intent.

It is one of God’s goals for all His family
To lead lives faithful, upright, and true.
He knows that would restore sanity
And is what humankind must aim to do.


Details | I do not know? | |

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


Details | Rhyme | |

In Loving Memory Of My Grandma

 Hold your head up, Grandma would say
 and let me pull your hair from your face.
 Stand up tall and properly, for a lady
 it should look as though it comes naturally.

 Oh Grandma, I would say. I just want to go
 and with the boys play. I want to fish and 
 shoot marbles too and maybe some baseball,
 if Bobby doesn't come too.
 
 Who is Bobby, she said. Just a boy who doesn't 
 like girls who with their brothers hang. 
 Well maybe Bobby is right and a lovely girl
 such as you, shouldn't be talking such slang.

 I long to be where the boys are for they have
 so much fun, it beats cooking and knitting
 silly hats and gloves. Give it time and you
 will see, she said, that being a lady is what
 God has meant for you to be.

 I would lay awake each night as I grew and I
 dreamed of the places my brothers seen
 and Bobby too. I always knew when they were
 to return home for most often it was when the
 cherry blossoms scented the lawn.

 Then there came that Spring day when all of them
 came home late, but all I could see was
 Bobby standing at gate.
 My heart did flutter and my cheeks, I knew were
 flushed. I never knew I had also missed Bobby
 just as much.

 It has been 4 years now and I still wear Bobby's ring and
 two beautiful children that in cherry blossoms we play.
 I often think back to what Grandma said and I understand
 now every word that still echo's in my head . 
 I think Grandma's have an inside tip
 for she already knew the plan, before I did.

 I will always love you Grandma.
 


Details | Epic | |

Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 4


Incineration of  Love God Madan Cupid
4  of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.


Madan Dahan- Hindi name

Part 04


The Glory of 2nd Age (Treta Yug)

The youthful prime period of Satyug,
Was at the verge of fading by now,
And the force of delusion had entered,
On the lovely Earth of Gods.

In such golden age of Gods,
Only Shiv* the God of destruction,
Was lost in deep contemplation,
To acquire the power of destruction.

To destroy delusion's opulence,
By the power of soul's force,
Created by the sacrifice of self,
And sufferings of the senses.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 24th April 2012

To continue….
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup.





Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The number the brand

When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child,  chai .

I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met 
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .

Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?

It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History 
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .


The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.

It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing ,  cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .

There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love,  and reunited with the ones they lost .

The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time . 
You could not,  but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see . 
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet,  of the Hostility .

I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish,  chosen Religion.

There as I held her frail , old hand  , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago .   In 1945  , once in our distant, yet Frightening  past . 

We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
                                " Etta Babooshka Kofman  "


Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | Ode | |

Earth Missile

O'Lordy, a nuclear missile, yes nuclear.
Bent on control and devastation, control of a nuclear bomb destroying the Earth.
On land when feeling the destruction, fearful, powers of the lord, while seeking
the Lord.
Fearful, frightened, shivering, the day of judgement is only to'so.
How to construe power, fear and destruction.
The power is immense, shivering, a crack in the core.
Fearful, how will I survive?


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Dear God, What's My Charge?

This poem is about how I feel the world has betrayed at most every turn.

I received my awakening,
About the age of three,
Too young for understanding,
Of why it was me.
A house full of roaches,
A room shared by four,
A floor thick with ashes,
A splintered front door.

At the age of three,
I cracked my head in the hall,
I asked my mom for a hug,
She slammed me into the wall.
Soon after this,
I was mauled by a Rott,
Just a random-found stray,
That tied my face in a knot.

Later that year,
My parents divorced,
Leaving me as,
A weakening force.
My mother moved away,
And took my baby sis,
Left the rest of family,
Without even a kiss.

Father was a drunk,
He hardly was capable,
Of nourishing his children,
So it was inescapable,
That CPS came,
Said, "Get it together",
I think then, he tries,
To make our lives better.

Months later, he drives,
To the grocery store,
Leaving us with babysitters,
He'd never done that before.
Next thing that I knew,
Banging at the door,
Two men with gold badges,
Yell, "Get on the floor!"

The babysitters dropped,
Hands behind head,
I thought my dad changed,
I see this instead.
I now see my father,
Glazed eyes, in handcuffs,
Police say its O.K.,
I see through their bluffs.

To my great-grandmother's,
On my father's side,
Her house was my new home,
A new place to reside.
Soon we moved again,
My father's dad's house next,
Everything was changing,
Life got more complex.

From this moment on,
I'm in therapy and day-treatment,
Being told there's something wrong,
Due to my prior maltreatment.
At my new house,
I gained a new brother,
Six years older than me,
I look up to him more than others.

Now seven years old,
In second grade,
Christmas is here!
My worst moment this decade.
Christmas day!
Playing with new toys,
My brother, and me
Running around just like boys,

I said, "This day's perfect!"
My brother shook his head,
He said, “No day's perfect."
Which filled me with dread,
The very next morning,
Grandma told my sisters and I,
"To the living room, kids.”
My heart jumps to the sky.

"Last night, your mother...
Shot herself twice...”
These words dropped like bombs,
So strong, so concise.
"She was rushed to the hospital,
And put on life support."
Though I learned that that morning,
They pulled the plug from its port.

Confused, miserable,
Depressed, distraught,
Why me? What'd I do?
A screaming, sobbing thought.
My life is a blur,
My pain is too large,
Is this life a punishment?
Dear God, What's My Charge?


Details | Rhyme | |

My Sins

My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.

Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.

In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.

Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.


Details | Rhyme | |

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton


Details | ABC | |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


Details | Rhyme | |

When He Breaks You

When He breaks you

It is to re-make you.

 

If given the choice

To give destiny your voice

You would undoubtedly have picked this state

Such is the irony of fate

 

He breaks you now

So you later see the how -

How the pieces of your journey come to be

A slow but eventual solving of this mystery

 

He makes you work work work – then fail

So that you realize your means are of no avail

Without His will -

But feel His mercy fill -

Even through the aches still

 

He punctures your bubble of hope

To teach you the meaning of struggling to cope

To avoid you saying ‘this was all from me’

Which you might say if it always did come so easy

 

He lets you fall

So that when you stand

It’s straight and tall

Your past sorrows

Not letting you drown

Without your ego

Weighing you down

 

Even while the road appears smooth

He lets you trip and trip again

So that you might stumble upon hidden treasures

From the dirt, which you may otherwise not gain

 

In essence,

He knows Best

The perfect Teacher

Who puts the perfect test

-

Truly,

He breaks you

To re-make you…

Better.


Details | Rhyme | |

I ain't just yet what I will be

You can't see my soul,
But I think that you know,
It ain't what it is
But it is becoming what it will be,
Tapestries of the past and the jagged corners of the now and blended hope into the future, 
Merge all three I's into one you'll see as me,
Past lessons good and bad were the threshold of today,
And as they melt into tomorrow 
Ancient pains won't stand in my way,
Cuts and bruises scraped knees of life,
Will not hold me at bay,
As I learn and then grow stronger facing east each dawning day,
Face is worn and leathered life attempts to make me hard and steely grey, 
Yet with every blow I weather I grow softer in the grace,
The old man inside me now sees what young arrogance of yesterday could not embrace,
Life tattoos you call em scars
But it's just how the one becoming me has come to be,
And the pains that cost the most
Are the wounds that you can't see,
The ink of life imprinted on my soul
Will become God's masterpiece 


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Brake Change

Rotors spinning 
Desentigration 
Gods kingdom 
Deceptive revelation 
Lies built - unto the throne 
Living without guilt 
Dying all alone. 
Callaper grinds 
Whatever she finds 
Like god throwing stones 
Brakes are broke 
No chance to show 
Vehicle now disabled 
Watching us go. 


~END~ 


February 22nd, 2008 

explanation: 

this is dedicated to my sharp bud Christopher T. we hung out all day and tried to change the brakes on his van. Inspiration hit me with 3 short poems I'm posting. It was a good day and I had a lot more fun then anyone else.  Including you ::points out of screen:: what did you do that day? Didn't hang with us, well, 
that's too bad. 
sorry, charlie!


Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


Details | Free verse | |

Unnamed God's Of The Winds

            Unnamed God’s Of The Winds

Ethereal unseeing creatures drink up the feathery winds
Immortals, ancient gods, ride on the backs of clouds
Smoke them like cigarettes unfiltered 
Rise invisible to drink the sky and everything in it
Once rain fills them up they turn to fog
Another unnamed god
Filling up the bodies of the wind 
Fog clouds empty again as rain 
They come down just the same as puffs of smoke
Solid winds are stronger on the storm
Dragged down by water falls then drowned
You can feel them on the skin between the drops
Falling through the atmosphere

Created on 12/23/14 for -Shadow Hamilton’s -“Gods Of Winds” Poetry Contest
 


Details | Quatrain | |

WAITING FOR GOD

WAITING FOR GOD At four score years and ten Our Gran is physically spry But her mind is beginning to wander And I often ask God, "Why?" She's a most delightful lady With smooth, porcelain-like skin She loves her large family And has the most wicked of grins. But her mind is beginning to wander And she's now starting to live in the past It's hard for her to remember Who's who at the family repasts. She loves to be among the children But she doesn't know who they all are Not only is her mind beginning to wander She's now taken to walking afar. One day we couldn't locate her We walked twice around the block We had to call in the police It gave us all such a shock. We found her sitting at the bus stop It really was quite odd We asked her what she was doing She answered, smiling sweetly, "Waiting for God." © ELR 2013


Details | Free verse | |

A Gift Of Real Love

As I sit and gaze at your picture
I travel back to days of yore
To the ranch on the Nebraska prairie
And the place where you called home.

I came to teach their school
And was introduced to you
My life changed at that moment
For what I saw was a man honest and true.

A man who since age fifteen
Has been on his own
His reputation it was good
And he worked nine years for the former 101.

He had just moved up the valley
To their uncle's ranch
When I came upon the scene
A city girl it seemed but I wasn't really green.

My mom was from her dad's Nebraska ranch
Not to far away
And her sister taught an Indian Government school
On the Rosebud Reservation..

My brother and sister 
 A cousin my age and I
Shared a life similar to the life
My Billy had.

Well, not really I'm afraid
We were a few years younger
And though most of our time was spent on horseback
There were no cows involved.

We played in the White River
Rode calves and hogs
While Billy at this same age 
Had himself  to support.

Now it was my turn to grow up
I took up teaching to go back to the plains
And met the man of my dreams
Who my life did change.

Snowed in following a blizzard in March
And five miles away
Billy rode down the valley horseback
Just to see me one day.

By then we already had marriage plans
But we hadn’t told a soul
It wasn’t till April Fools Day 
We finally broke the news.

We ranched, raised our kids
And worked at Truck Parts
Forty-seven years and 2 weeks later
God called you home.

I had truly been blessed
With a good, honest, hard working man
Who is still here for me.
I thank You God with all my heart, 
Amen.

Three Christmases you have been gone
For Cathy it is four, it just doesn’t seem fair
But God has taken from you the pain you had
And I will always be grateful for that.

I love you dear and Merry Christmas.


Details | Epithalamium | |

The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013


Details | Free verse | |

Here it comes now

that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe 
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes upward and unfolding
over some wave i might beach
adrift
my cuffs are turned up
and arms are a reelin’, in that wind I know 
is my kite yet to a’sail on this sea
coming for me


Details | Rhyme | |

Am I Really Happy

Am I Really Happy?

With everything I’ve acquired and got...
What kind of happiness has it brought?

With everything I have or can name...
Has it given me joy or brought me shame?

With all that this world can give me…
What kind of life “lies beneath me?”

With all of my possessions and wealth…
Do I have contentment and “true” wealth?

I want it to be known and wish to express…
I’m not so sure, I’m what you would call “blessed.”

There’s something I know to be certain.
Tomorrow could be life’s “final curtain.”

There’s something that’s been on my mind.
Have I given God just some of “my” time?

There’s one thing I’m going to do… And do it now!
I’m going to come to the Lord and humbly bow.

This is something I need to say and do...
Give it all to God!  And tell him;
 “I LOVE YOU!”

Something that I should have done already...
When Christ comes again…  I want to be ready!

God’s joy and happiness is true and very real!
The presence of God..,   I can already feel!

What God has given to me, no one can take away!
For he comforts me and is with me every day!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Rhyme | |

All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.


Details | Rhyme | |

Candy Made Of Cotton

You were born and raised as a dream,
That someone else liked to keep.
Run me like a river,
Currents can’t keep us from sleep.
You were raised like a flag. 
So sorry so forgotten,
You were left at half mast.
A tomato in the sun not dried but rotten. 

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.

Turn me like a table.
The only stories I ever heard were fables.
So now all I tell are tall tales. 
Something about cats in cradles. 
I wanted so much from life but I was afraid to reach.
Now hand in my pockets tangled up in sleeves.
My dreams have stayed just dreams.

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.


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Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.


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The meaning of ISLAM2

                                           ...... Please read part one first.......

? How did Muhammad (may peace be upon him) become a prophet and a messenger of God?

At the age of 40, while engaged in a meditative retreat, Muhammad received his first revelation from God through the Angel Gabriel. This revelation, which continued for twenty-three years, is known as the Quran.
As soon as he began to recite the words he heard from Gabriel, and to preach the truth which God had revealed to him, he and his small group of followers suffered bitter persecution, which grew so fierce that in the year 622 God gave them the command to emigrate. This event, the Hijra, 'migration', in which they left Makkah for the city of Madinah some 260 miles to the north, marks the beginning of the Muslim calendar.
After several years, the Prophet and his followers were able to return to Makkah, where they forgave their enemies and established Islam definitively. Before the Prophet died at the age of 63, the greater part of Arabia was Muslim, and within a century of his death Islam had spread to Spain in the West and as far East as China. 

? What is the Quran?

The Quran is a record of the exact words revealed by God through the Angel Gabriel to the Prophet Muhammad. It was memorized by Muhammad and then dictated to his Companions, and written down by scribes, who cross-checked it during his lifetime. Not one word of its 114 chapters, Suras, has been changed over the centuries, so that the Quran is in every detail the unique and miraculous text which was revealed to Muhammad fourteen centuries ago.


? What is the Quran about?
The Quran, the last revealed Word of God, is the prime source of every Muslim's faith and practice. It deals with all the subjects which concern us as human beings: wisdom, doctrine, worship, and law, but its basic theme is the relationship between God and His creatures. At the same time it provides guidelines for a just society, proper human conduct and an equitable economic system.


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TREASURES OF YOUR SOUL

TREASURES OF YOUR SOUL

Just a reminder before I start…
This comes with Love from your Mother’s heart

It was Saturday September 1987
When my prayer specifications arrived from Heaven-
You see, long before I was your age I asked God to Bless me one day with a son
And that was how the thought of you had first begun
So, Twenty -one years ago to this day
You arrived…perfect and handsome in every way-

As baby and toddler you were way ahead of your peers
Showing wisdom and intellect beyond your years
Added to that a head of hair to astound
Made you without doubt, the best looking kid around
At 6 months old you said your first word-
Wait for it…”Ninja Turtle” is what we all heard-
This was hardly surprising in retrospect though 
As your love of sword’s and sword -fighting started to show
You started to question us on everything in sight
No doubt in our minds, you were exceptionally bright

When your sister arrived you were almost three
Chat to Keelyn, and you will find she’ll agree…
That having a sister was no issue at all-
In fact you were her protector and mentor from the day she was born-
The love that the two of you share,
Is unique, very special, and extremely rare
As young adults you still nurture this bond with each other-
You make great siblings as sister and brother

I could write pages, so many things to relay
But here is the important stuff I need to say…
You care about your Faith, Family and Friends...
 And still-- the heights of your Academic achievements know no end
From the day you could speak the sentence we heard most of all-
“When I grow up a Dr. will be my vocation and call”

Four years into your Medical degree
We realize how seriously you took that first plea
You learnt to discern from an early age between right and wrong
I am pleased to acknowledge in God’s Kingdom you firmly belong

I love you so much…a love that has no measure
To have you as a son - a gift from God I will always Treasure-
So as you celebrate this milestone age of Twenty-one
It goes without saying- you make us so proud to have you as a son

(Footnote: My son is now 25—a qualified Doctor, and firm in His Faith)