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Prose Poetry Allah Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Allah

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ZINDAGI KA SAFAR

   ZINDAGI KA SAFAR
Zindagi wo nahi, JO Nazar Ati Hai Tum Ko
Yeh To Chalti Howi Sansoo Ka Safar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Bekiri Howi Yadoon Ka Mazhar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Totay Howay Lafzoon  Ka Nasar Hoti Hai
Zindagi!  To Naam Hai Us Insaneyat Ka
Jes Ki azmat Ka Yakin! Farashtoon Nay Sajday may Kiya
Zindagi! To paygham Hai Us Jazbay Ka
Jis Ka Safar Soraj Ki Kirnoo Say shuru Hota Hai
Zindagi, Us Katab Ki Manind Hai 
Jis Ka Unwaan !  Musafar Ki Akasi Karta hai
Zindagi To Kahani Hai Us Musafarat Ki     
 Jis Ki Manzil Soraj Kay goroob ! Honay Tek Hoti Hai
Zindagi To Naam Hai Us Rishtay Ka 
Jis Ka Raabta !  Rooh Or Jism Kay Darmiyan Hota Hai
Zindagi To Ahsaas Hai Us Mohabat Ka
Jis Ka Ahtamaam ! Khuda Nay Jannat Bana Kay Kiya
Yeh Wo Bewafa Hai Jo Khudi Kay Daway Kay Bawajood 
Khud Apnay Wojood Ko Pal may ! Tanha Kar deyti Hai Zindagi
Zindagi Salaam Ho Tuj Pay Kay Teri  Baqa Kay Leyeh
Qudarat Nay Shub-o-rooz Ko Sajaya Hai ! Zindagi Kay Leyeh
 
SHAISTA MANSOOR

Copyright © Shaista Mansoor | Year Posted 2013



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Rise

And the westerly wind,
Will blow a sea of waving grass
And the sea's fine mist 
Will breathe drops like dew
And the sinking suns
Will cloak the sky's horizon
And the moons of Autumn
Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest
And the violet tinged edge of night
Will cry for the white bursting of the stars
And the carved thrust of the mountain range
Will challenge the forever yielding blue
And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening
Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2011

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Life, Now A Blind Date: A Cry Against Boko Haram

How can geographic points for interaction and socializing become haram? Catching up with the flying time and constant upgrade in civilization process; these too are also haram? Is seeking knowledge and applying understanding haram too? Funny enough, a particular 'god' gives his affirmation to this way of stone age enslaving way of living. Females with males on the same platform is unthinkable and their significance and huge role in a modern society is so haram. 'must', 'force' and compulsion; their coat of arm. dialogue and democracy abominations and canal. In short, all are considered haram. Spoken words without submission; submission without worship and reverence; reverence not to a supreme called 'Allah' enough reasons, for death to shop on souls. Free will, liberty and freedom; worst of all, the right to live have now been considered haram. Even with such a babaric ideology They forget that....................................... the use of communicating devices is haram why use video clips and satellite cells instead of crows and birds? They forget that......................................... the use of bombs and weapons of mass destruction is haram. Why not use stones and bare fighting skills? Even the bow and arrow are invention of knowledge and science! They forget that............................................ machines and wheels are also haram. Why not use camels and horses? They forget that.......................................... the cotton and silk they wear are haram. Why not use leaves and animal skin? The same ideology they propagate is the same they contradict leaving them with absolutely no excuse and gross foolishness in committing these huge crimes against humanity. This is not a war, yet we have prisoners and girl slaves? We aren't in the battle field yet people are dying in mass and numbers? Holy smoke! This is the 21st century for goodness sake... yet we are compelled to live beneath stones and find warmth beside raw fires? Woe unto you, masters of terror! don't forget that after a time cycle another hour immediately begins. You'll be caught up with your deeds and the whole of nature will spit on your existence. Life has been sweet, mysterious and full of hope like an expectant mother. Even though you've succeeded in making it a blind date; we'll face the occasion with hope never giving up on the final sight of a beautiful new acquaintance.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014

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Three Wise Men

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Three Wise Men
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  December/2014


    

       Jesus ______
                          |__
               Gandhi     |          
                              |___
                     Martin      |

Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014

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Grey Clouds

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Grey Clouds
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  November/2014


Grey clouds 
drift

through 
the
stillness

in
the Celestial 
sky -

Casting
it's 
shadow

of
sadness

over
the earth -

Soon
grey clouds
will cry

tears
of
displeasure,

to
rain down

over the 
whole 
MAD world -

Wars
all
over
the globe,

will end -

Calamity,
Destruction
and
Riots

will cease -

A day
will come

when
Cops,

will
no longer 
hide

racism

behind
the
badge,

to
gun down 
black men -

That day
will
come,

and
heavens 
rain

will fall
from
the sky,

tears
of
Holy Water,

to
heal
the world -

copyright (c). 11262014
all rights reserved author -
  

 


 

Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014

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Disciple

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Disciple
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  October/2014


I am
a living
Spirit,

from the
infinite 
sky -

I stand
in 
Solitude,

and
Holy Peace,

between
the 
spaces,
of 
time -

I Am that
 "Gap"

between
a
sunbeam

of
rays -

I Am
the hush
of
silence,

that lull
In 
the storm -

I Am
the pulse
and
flow

of 
rolling rivers,

that run
to wed

the
Infinite Sea -

My Heart
 and
Soul,

surrender 
to 
the breath

of the 
Great Spirit -

I walk
in 
the light,

of His
Divine
illumination,

that beams
out
from 
heaven.

I AM

a
Disciple,

a 
Messenger, 

from
the 
Most High -

 A living
Spirit,

Sent here
from
the Universe -


Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014

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Primal Operas

All conversations,
like harmonic music,
practice rhetoric's resonant enculturation
with mutual communicating hope,
intent,
faith;
sometimes even love.

All evolutionary integrational spirals 
practice nurturing encultured healthy trends
with spirited hope, intent, faith;
and within great evolution's transitional climatic revolutions,
often even love.

All nutritional recycling events,
divinely humane co- as eco-repurposers,
recreators,
nurture open-loop polyculturing regenerations,
emerging healthy local through global hope,
positive political intent,
economic cooperative faith;
and, PostMillennially,
balanced nurturing permacultural love
of organic nested root system landscape development networks,
both on- and off-line,
with arts and craftsy ZeroEgo Optimization Zones.

All discernment practices languaged enculturation,
with enculturing hope, active climaxing love,
faith in Gandhian wealth of nondually co-arising healthy outcomes.

All prime information strings within networks practice dialectal flow
as rhetorically YangPositive AND YinYin double-negative
temporally and neurally aptic,
mutually inductive dipolar function,
with hope for less noise as dissonance
and pathological absence of prime-bicameral Left-Right communication.

All love practices communication
enculturing healthy faith in wealth of active regeneration,
EgoLeft as EcoEarth's Right
to live Tao balance proportions of symmetry,
Tipping MidWay Points
gleaming sunlight's reflection off Earth's transparent skin
toward Alpha through (0)Mega Primal Points
ecoconscious bicameral lights
displaying Ego's big stage for song and dance
rhetorical campaign events,
each interdependent aria 
comprising EarthTribe's Opera.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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All Of Me

ALL OF ME World's written with the fictions that one can't explain , The streams full of photonic dust leads to abodes in gain. Empyreal deity embraces me , Episodic cuddlefests then braces me . Bouts and animosities all obliterate , I do venditore the past but am not alone . All the gayness , peace, pride hails , All the halcyon moments prevails . Then murmuring the enchanting prays I say , Its All Of Me , loving all of them . And they are neither the fortune, nor a diviner I am. Its just feeling a halo , Walking forth a welkin , The feels are ephemeral but it stays right here eternal . As I see the zodiacal light with all the horizon paint white. Figured anelapsis with cool vibes . As I say , Its All Of Me , loving all of them . And that them, is a supreme one. The deity ! The God ! S•R• @thatoneshe_

Copyright © Shruti Rawat | Year Posted 2016

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Painted Horizon

I tried writing a poem tonight about the moon's brilliance. It was huge, as it was pale; hypnotic in its rise. The sun's reflection made me think of my own depression because I could see the moon's geography and its mountainous expanses. The darker shades of grey highlighted an elevation untouched by man's wishes. I had a sense of my own biology and its fragility. Like fine China placed in boxes void of upward pointing arrows, my warranty became null and void because of packaging and stacked in wrong directions. The molecular dust, mixed with rust, the ore and iron shavings, I could feel moonlight settle in my veins and I yearned to be a part of the universal order of detachment and attraction. Wishing ocean waves would wash over me as I fought the pull against my toes from lunar confiscation. A sea's toll, the sand that disappears from underfoot, admission into the deep. In my being, I felt all the knowledge Britannica had to offer, and then every answer fizzled away with evaporative tenacity and again I was left wondering about my place in this world, when a few seconds before; I swore, I was sure. The poem ended up being scrapped because no arrangement of words would've compared to witnessing the moon being painted on a deserted horizon and seeing His paintbrush come to rest on an easel.
No, my words wouldn't have been equal.

Copyright © TS Lewis | Year Posted 2015

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Emancipation

I feel,
A strange hunger
A hunger for freedom…
Though I have,
Yet I desire…
A deep unfulfilling kind of starvation…
Can never get too much of freedom,

Freedom…
Intangible yet priceless, 
Like air,
Invisible yet vital for life,
Embrace but don’t abandon me!
Without you,
I will be like fish out of water

Give me the space,
To live my life,
The way I want to,
With whom I want to,
I understand there are constraints,
I understand that absolute freedom means anarchy,
But allow me to make my choices,
To create my own little world,
Free of dogma and prejudice…
Let me do,
What I want to do…
I don’t dream of an unreasonable world,
But a world of reasonable limitations…
A fair world, 
Where justice is not a delusion
Am I talking of an imaginary world?
No, I am not…
I want to be free,
Just like animals in forest
Just like birds in sky,
Just like busy ants,
Just like jumping squirrels,
Just like galloping horses…

Give me freedom…
Freedom from anger,
Freedom from attachment,
Freedom from anxiety,
Freedom from bitterness,
Freedom from craving,
Freedom from chaos,
Freedom from depression,
Freedom from dilemma,
Freedom from diseases,
Freedom from despair,
Freedom from darkness,
Freedom from deceit,
Freedom from dishonesty,
Freedom from envy,
Freedom from egotism,
Freedom from fear,
Freedom from frustration,
Freedom from fright,
Freedom from fury,
Freedom from grief,
Freedom from hatred,
Freedom from irritation,
Freedom from imprudence,
Freedom from jealousy,
Freedom from lies,
Freedom from loneliness,
Freedom from medicine,
Freedom from narcissism,
Freedom from oppression,
Freedom from pain,
Freedom from poverty,
Freedom from pride,
Freedom from resentment,
Freedom from rigidness,
Freedom from sorrow,
Freedom from subjugation,
Freedom from trouble,
Freedom from tears,
Freedom from torture,
Freedom from temptation,
Freedom from vanity,

Freedom above all,
From these mountains of challenges,
That I am surrounded internally and externally,
Let me be like a bee, 
That sucks the nectar 
From the flower of life,
Without harming it…
Like the beautiful lotus,
That thrives in dirty pond water…
Let me enjoy the freedom,
Without disturbing others…
Free from all bondages,
Allow me to dwell,
To live 
And let live,
A life of my choice,
To breathe 
The fresh air,
To fill my world,
With love…

Oh, Master
Give this servant
The freedom 
From the precincts of life
Allow me to rest in peace,
In the bosom of your earth…

Copyright © Vinaya Joseph | Year Posted 2015

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The Tapestry of your Mind

I stitch seams of stories sewn in stains
tracing their timeline in turbulent tones
navigating the news now naked & exposed
on the doorstep of your mysterious mind

entranced engaged and entering earnestly
lead on lacy labyrinth’s of leading lines
absent and abstract artfully you engage
the collective webs of words we weave

the pattern of pictures performs patiently
retrieved restored read out unrestricted
excerpts and examples of everyone but you
cleverly casting cloaks keeping you uncaptured

soldiers of twine solidarity storylines
fashioned by fabrics of fictional fables
the mystery moments your mind mentors
clothed carpeted capturing clever closure

Copyright © Fate Dictates | Year Posted 2014

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CREATIVITY OF UNIVERSE

SENSE OF UNIVERSAL CREATIVITY CONCEPT BEYOND COSMIC CREATURES REVIEW.
WHY, HOW, WHEN, WHO DESIGNED THE SYLLOGE KNOW HOW CREATOR ONLY KEN. 
OBVIOUSLY, SINCE INCEPTION OF MACROCOSMOS INFINITY TIMES LAPSED THE COINER SELF EXISTENCE HYPOTHESIS GIST AND FUTURE CREATIVE CRAFT STRATEGY SCENARIO REVIEW NOT YET FLASHED LILLIPUTIAN TO CYCLOPEAN SOULS OF MODERN CENTURY  
EVERY CREATIVE SOUL HAVE TO EXPLORE THE NASCENCY ENIGMA OF DIVINE COSMOS. 
TO RESEARCH ABOUT THE PURPOSE OF CREATURES CRAFT CYCLIC PRESENCE &UNIVERSE PANOPLY FOR FUTURE TIMES MARATHON. 
IN THIS HIS EXCELLENCY GOD CREATIVE CREATURES CRAFT OF UNIVERSE. 
THE GARGOYLES NOUMENON IS SCINTILLATION OF GIGANTIC COSMIC ANIMA DIVINE PHOSPHORESCENT.
 ACCORDING TO MACROCOSM ONTOLOGICAL MYTHICISM, THE CREATURE CREATIVE SOUL AS PER SUPER POWER GOD'S WILL AND PLEASURE PUERILE OPUS SCHMALTZ.
TAKE BIRTHS IN CYCLIC CHAIN AND AS PER END LIFE TENURE WOULD DIE HARD&COMFY LEGION. 
AS PER FUTURE GOD LIFE OF CONCERNED SOUL IN THE HALFWAY TIME SPELL OF NASCENCY &NECROSIS AS A FILM DIRECTOR HIS EXCELLENCY REV.,GOD WILL DIRECT EVERY SOUL AS PER HIS WISH&DESIRE TO PORTRAY MYRIAD CHARACTER'S BAD &GOOD DEED ROLES FOR SELF FROLIC&SHINDIG HOOPLA. 
HOW FAR THE DRAMATURGY WOULD CONTINUE AS PER WHIMSY&FANTASY OF OUR CREATOR THE ALMIGHTY. 
THE MYTH, FICTITIOUS, ERSATZ, APOCRYPHAL OCCULT SCIENTIFIC LOGIC GIST ABOUT IT. 
SO FAR, NO CREATURE'S DARE DEVIL SIXTH SENSE HAD SCORNED TO EAGLE SCAN THE SECRETS OF DIVINE WONDERS SINCE INCEPTION OF UNIVERSAL GOD SHOW. 
COSMOS CREATOR LIGHT FLASHES CREATIVE SOULS NEVER, EVER DARE TO DO RESEARCH ON THIS EPIGRAM.
IN THIS UNIVERSAL CREATIVE SHOW OF CREATOR MASTER HIS EXCELLENCY GOD.
AS PER SUPER SOUL WILL & PLEASURE TUNES OF ALMIGHTY.
THE CREATURES SOULS HAVE TO DANCE TILL ITS CYCLIC END OF IT'S LAST BIRTH. 
ACCORDING TO LIFE ENACTS PAST BIRTH DEEDS COMMITMENT A CREATURE SOUL FATE WILL BE FINALIZED BY DIVINE. 
IN TURN THE STATUS OF PARTICULAR SOUL PRESENT&FUTURE LIFE GAME WILL RUN TILL IT'S ELEVENTH HOUR ON VARIOUS PLANETS EARTH OF ENTIRE UNIVERSE. 
ACTUALLY, THE CREATED CREATURE SOULS IN ANY&EVERY SHAPE LIKE, HUMAN,ANIMAL,FOWELS,MICROBES AND WHAT NOT ALL MICRO-ORGANISMS TO GIGANTIC SPECIE CREATURES. 
ARE ROBOTS HAVE TO ACT IN THIS UNIVERSE AS PER INSTRUCTIONS OF THE GOD GREAT TILL THEIR LONGEVITY END.
ON THE BEGINNING DAY OF UNIVERSE WHILE CHISELING FIRST TIME ONE SOUL SHAPE.
THE CREATOR GOD HAD PLANTED IN SOUL SO MANY BAD&GOOD QUALITIES AS PER HIS WILL&WISH. 
RESULTING ENJOYING THE CREATURES DRAMA KEEPING ALL CLUTCHES OF COSMOS DRIVE IN HIS HANDS. 
THE ONTOLOGY OF GOD LOGIC GIST REVIEWED THAT, IT IS KNOW BEYOND CREATURE INTELLIGENCE LIMITS.
FINALLY, OUR GOD GIFT CREATURE CREATIVITY RIGHT THAT 
ALL CREATURES SOULS OF UNIVERSE HAVE TO BOW BEFORE CREATOR TILL THY SELF THEIR LAST CYCLIC BIRTHS END.
TILL FINAL EMANCIPATION IN TO ALMIGHTY SUPREME SOUL HOLY GORGES FOR EVER IN FUTURE TIMES.  

IT IS CRITIQUED ON THE GOD PHILOSOPHICAL UNIVERSAL CRAFT THAT ALL CREATIVE CREATURES ARE ROBOTS IN DIVINE PALMS FOR CREATION&OBSOLESCENCE CONCEPT AND FINAL JUDGEMENT ON THE ELEVENTH HOUR OF UNIVERSAL DOOMSDAY.SO NO WHIZ MASTER MIND OBITER PROFFERS WINED&DINED .













                    




Copyright © HARI VSRC SHARMA | Year Posted 2017

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Amazing

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Amazing
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  December/2014


God
is
truly 
amazing,

He
bring-forth

many
Blessings
and 
Hope,

through
the miracle

of
the Sunrise -

When
the
windows

of 
my life

was close
to
crack'n,

the good 
Lord
stepped
in

to 
rejuvenate 

my faith
In 
Him -

God
showed
me

a vision

In the
dark grey
sky;

Little
hummingbirds,

flying
with ease,

through
the
ferocious 
gust

of 
the
wind,

and
through

a
torrential
falling
rain.

These
tiny birds

flying
on 
the wings

of
faith,

to
conquer
a
raging storm,

restored
my
faith

In
the
Most High.

God
is
truly

Amazing!

Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014

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Three Thoughts

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Three Thoughts
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  January/2015





                           f  
                      a   H   l        
                    i      o       o
                 t         p          v
             h            e              e         

Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2015

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To Drink

To drink is to feel
at home
A safe place
To drink is to know
that the same
thoughts are going
to expose themselves
But still you can't
help but feel a rush
of excitement
To drink is to be
alone with your demo
Some how every time
it feels as if
you've met an old
friend for the first
time
To drink is to feel
normal
Even though you know
everything's messed
up

Copyright © Miya Fontaine | Year Posted 2014

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New Birth

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem:  New Birth
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014
  

  
                                      /\_*
                   /\            /
                /      \/\/     
       /\/  Breath of life,            
                such a precious 
                         and
                 priceless sight -                   
            
               Nothing on earth
                  can compare,
                          to
                    new birth,
                the gift of life -
   
       It's Gods, greatest miracle
                 
                     
          

Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014

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Jungian Sacred Doors

From Pronia, by Rob Brezsny, p. 267

Neither God nor the gods are dead,
but they seem to be disappearing
because so few of us are capable of carrying on authentic relationships
[at least] with them anymore
[leaving us with just us idol
ideal
idyll
indolent
idealistic worshipers of some day our day will come].

The [reductive] materialist delusion rules:
Millions believe that nothing's real
unless it can be perceived by the senses.
[Even so,
a rock is even more materially real
than a song written for ears to hear it.]

Churches and temples [and governing offices] are full of ethical people,
but many of them have no clue about how to know
or feel
or converse with the divine [liturgical languaged] intelligences.

What can the deities do,
having been banished from our conscious knowing
[eisegetical discovery and exegetical recovery]?

Jung said they have no recourse but to worm their [our] way
into our lives as sickness and pathology.
Repressed,
they [we] come in the back [RightBrain] door.

Which of your maladies or pains might be gods
in [duressed] disguise?
How might you get them to take off their [our] masks
and begin knocking on the front [LeftBrain deductive-dipolar-co-arising-abstractive] door?

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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My Little Loyal Hands

Relationships are neither simple nor perfect 
Ever-evolving responsibilities and a unique bond
A delicate poise connects love and emotions
Are invariably thick by any yardstick and gives a free hand
Suffer hardships as well as times of joy 
And see the light at the end of the dark tunnel and realize 
After all it is just the end of the lair not the world 
Our battles are epic and one-sided
We were three with no leg to stand on
People stayed away in droves to add more power to elbows
My handsome, innocent boy and beautiful, gifted girl along.
The world would never dream half, they remain my hope ever.
Sometimes it's hard as a mother to accept
They took nothing except my love
I said my traits aren't the best at times to learn and take from
But they believe that they have it all from me
Had to go out on a limb to prove them right
They deserve abundance, I promise to give them all I can
Both happy moments and lessons of life
We hang out together at spicy snack corners and swing high on joy rides just to smile and live again in our own little world!
Knocked on wood and hid my tragic past
Kept in store to share when they grow big
I tried to inspire, impress and hid my true self at times
For them to watch me strong, brave and unbroken 
Lived million odd lives in one 
With firing sun and smiling moon 
Ups and downs or twists and turns
Faced hard times forgiving people 
Acceptance of loss and coping with that rout is terrible
I implant the seeds of wisdom in my little hearts
They wanted to be like me but I only have the best intentions 
Wanting them not to experience my life
As love supports, holds and mends the broken hearts
It's just motherly love at all times.
They've faced many challenges though 
Sometimes with only problems, no father, little to no money
Still the humans they've become are truly Amazing!
Mother's love for kids never runs out, became lonely together 
Left behind the painful past memories and start anew
Went through times of grief and joy together as one!
They received my life with love and compassion 
Recognized my past and loved me for what I am!
I would have never reached this far
If He had not poured unseen blessings upon!
I call for no vision to see Your immeasurable wonders
My Lord! For I know the battle is not mine but Yours
Every thing happens for a reason 
He gave my kids as My little loyal hands forever!
God's mercy descends I know not from where
Now, they know that My face, my hope, my sorrows and joy
Are theirs as well!







 


Copyright © Hussaina Azgar | Year Posted 2017

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B13-POEM 28 OUR AMERICAN WAY

POEM 28 OUR AMERICAN WAY 



THE WOMAN LOVE THERE MAN & THERE MEN LOVE THERE WOMANs, 

IF YOU SEE A AMERICA KISSING THAT THE AMERICAN WAY, 

NOW IF YOU SEE THEM WALKING HAND & HAND THAT THE AMERICAN WAY, 

IF YOU DON'T SEE ANY OF THESE THING THAT NOT THE AMERICAN WAY. 






BY:MR. JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS 

AUTHOR

Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2017

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B13-POEM 27 A CHILD'S PRAY

POEM 27 A CHILD'S PRAY 



OUR FATHER HEAR OUR PRAY. 

AS I LAY DOWN TO SLEEP HE LOOK OVER ME. 

LET THE ANGELS LOOK OVER ME DOING THE DAY. 

LET THE HOLY ONE BE THERE FOR ME AT NIGHT.. 








BY:MR. JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS 


Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2017






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