Nature's lanterns aglow in the velvet night,
guided by them, muted laughter echoes with delight.
A mirror of geniality in the hand of darkness,
the flickering glow of flying artists.
Children softly exhale around ashen remains,
their bodies in slumber but not so their brains.
Enveloped in the golden aurora of earth-bound constellations,
enchanting dreams begin to flow.
Aureate beings rise from every child,
gathering into one glistening file.
A river of angelic beings,
floodlike and sweeping.
Upon the backs of minute fireflies,
a shimmering bridge built on life
softly breathes and
ascends into the night.
Life goes out but faith will not from this body
Heads may be cut but Islam will not from this land
A holy town of Quran you are at your starboard crescent
Mountains and rocks all cry out freedom and word of testament
Did not sell himself for a few bucks to a few predatories
Shielded his chest to dishonests that are coming by F-16s
Did not give his liberty his sovereignity his future
Left his mother his father and his lover
Left his wealth but hasn't left his homeland
There it is real army real soldier
Inside it private every patriot
Went out at 15th July and showed heroism
It is impossible not to show him admirism
Walked on tanks shielded himself to bullets
As long as don't let country be given away to zionists
Today Gülen is death and coup plotters are at jail trap
USA's forty yeared project in one night has gone to trash
Turks has showed how Muslims are to America's stepsons and CIA
old wooden bus stop
crowded inside to stay dry
kids sing with the rain
“Just as the objects seen in our dreams are found, when we awake, to be insubstantial, so our waking perceptions are likewise unreal—a matter of inference only.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Being the dreamer and the dreamed,
how may we in the dream awake
as long as thought spirals are streamed?
Let’s make our mind calm like a lake!
With thoughts rested, poised in the void,
we as awareness self-aware,
reclaim light of Self unalloyed,
whence ego cravings we outstare.
Thought cessation is then the way,
for us to see and recognise
our true essence as clear as day,
beheld only when ego dies.
Let’s be with love and light aligned ~
We’re living light, not body-mind
15 minute city going down slow...
10,000 vehicles, everyone going
Live in the bottleneck, nowhere to go.
New coffee houses replace the old
Old coffee houses now closed
New owners can't speak English,
Old coffee, new coffee double the cost
Old sandwich, new sandwich
Ten times the price of rice, well,
Isn't that nice!
No public restrooms, pay as you go
If you have to pee, ask for the key
What am I doing here? Who am I?
Where do I go from here? Why do I care?
We've spent the whole world
Trying to kowtow and defer
To tyrants and idiots
Bureau socratics,
These giant rat bastards
Who hijacked our future.
What makes me think
I'll be able to
Get out of this life alive? ~psp
dr.(pi)
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Written: June 05, 2025, For contest by Brian Strand
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d*r*a*w...ing o the g_r_a_y l
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w g-r-e-e-n
Hail Holy Queen
Mother of Mercy
Hail our life
Our sweetness
And our hope!
To you do we cry poor banished children of (Mama) Eve
To you do we send up our sighs
Mourning and weeping in this valley of tears
Turn then O most gracious advocate
Your eyes have mercy toward us
And after this
Our exile
(Please) show us the blessed fruit of your womb (Father Christ)
O Clement
O loving
O Sweet Virgin Mother Mary!
Poetry Form: Free verse
Date Typed: May 19, 2025
Time Typed: 9:35pm
Silent soul
Sitting next to the devil
Nobody knows
What's gonna happen next
That silent kid
Doesn't want to live anymore
Agreed to bad things
So that he would be accepted
But the handprint on his body
Can't forgive others sin
He was just 15
When the devil did his thing to him
He was just 15
When nobody supported him
He was just a boy
With dreams
Now his dreams were burned
No wars , no fight
No doubt, alright
He thought it was a common thing
Didn't scream , didn't think
That it was a bearable thing
Wished he raised his voice
Against that guy
Who used him for
Dirty things
There was a time I remember
When life felt dreamy,
Whose memories now seem fuzzy.
How did I realize so soon that life is not Disney?
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?
It feels like yesterday when the people in photo frames were with me.
How I wish I could go back and say goodbye happily.
There’s not much I can do but survive in this obligated reality.
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?
There was a time when I believed in forever,
But now life reminds me that forever can end anytime.
How did I get lost in these streets of uncertainty?
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?
Those walls, those gardens, those streets, those halls—
They scream nostalgia, they should remind me of my childhood,
Of the days when my heart didn’t feel heavy.
But for some reason, they stopped meaning anything to me.
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?
Those people who once belonged to me now belong to everyone.
Not that it hurts me—
It’s just that life feels scary
When I sometimes see myself lonely.
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?
Now he speaks with words so clear,
His aims increase with every year.
He’s growing up with height and grace,
Yet, gives us all the same embrace.
The world is wide, and so he knows,
To send his love wherever he goes.
His kindness, deeper than before,
Is something I can only adore.
Though time has passed, he is the same,
With love that burns a lovely flame.
I watch him now, a man in bloom,
Still shining love in every room.
He’s like a gem that ever glows,
With love inside forever grows.
18/02/2025
Its concerning in the most.' That i saw no mainstream media post ' on forty people who were they ? Caused the
Complete confusion a Birmingam city health institution.' How
Low can things go.? Perhaps Quyeer Karma is the one who
Knows.? Former head policeman lawyer now politican.'
A leader.? Do give over.!! If paper bags get any thinner
Maybe he could punch out as a winner? Yet he's only big
On the straws see.' He's a'drowning in ideaology.' While
The land slides toward insanity.'
Glittering stars above,
hidden in the daytime,
finally in sight.
i glimpse them
clear against the shadowy night sky
each sparkling its unqiue tale,
the mystery of a thousand worlds untold,
waiting for us to unravel its distant veil.
Stargazing, the art of the night sky.
For 15 years I have loved you
It is beyond a kiss
It is beyond a hug
It is beyond our friendship
You will find my love
In the lyric you hear
In the sunlight that warms you
In the food you make
I am the life you have touched
I am the love you have lost
For 15 years I have loved you
And I will love you for a lifetime more
I relate to the above scripture as poetry..I reflect upon the
Denands of pharoah? And hold it before the current world
Preoccupation with ( over feminisation ) of general life? i
Often read of a need for 'balance in humanity' its given a
Great reception if it is spoken of in buddhist teachings or
Even in current ' climate theroies ' yet i do not see it acknowledged if it comes from the Christian stand-point.?
Surely a truth is relevant accross the spectrum of life.?
I leave it there, may god bless all who read.)
15 days til 15
15 days
Til 15
15
1
5
One. Five.
15 days
360 hours
21600 minutes
1296000 seconds
That's a lot and so little
15 years
5478 days
131490 hours
I could go on and on
And waste the time
And count the seconds
And listen to the clock
Tik
Tom
Tik
Tok
I don't want to grow up.
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