Best Beneficent Poems
Those who saw prairies bloom
Remember well the dams he built
Filling their abundant reservoirs
Growing harvests they cherished
Being the only bridge they had
Standing over turbulent streams.
When the nights reign moonless
And clouds churn mighty storms
Most people still remember him
As ray of light when they were lost
For he was their only lighthouse.
His words enlightened their hearts,
His actions charted pristine paths,
Defying fiercely allure of wrongs
Sacred was the sermon he doled out,
Illustrious was he~ held in regard.
Though he’s gone, he left his mark,
Some have heard his clarion call,
Inspired to follow in his footsteps,
Planting the seeds of his message,
Carrying his torch~ seeds to harvest.
Esteemed is their beneficent voice
Tolling of selflessness and sacrifice,
Dedicating to others purpose of life
Alleviating sufferings of human plight;
Keeping the flame of goodwill alive
Trekking through rains and clouds
Leading the way, guiding how to find
The rainbow on other side of sky.
March 17, 2022
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand 1092
Placed 2nd: Being A Light To Others Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
yellow sphere rises daily
illuminating a once-dark world
traveling from east to west rapidly in winter months
when sun’s deprivation finds Earth dwellers in gloomy spirits
longer hours of sunlight
add joy to summer months
warming seas for swimmers
raising flowers from the soil
radiating on verdant fields
kissing golden meadows
a star blessed with life-giving power
by a beneficent Creator
I opened the
door
and saw an enchanted forest
growing from the
verdant earth
Gorgeous aromas and the sound
of a river greeted
me
One believes there is still
magic in the world
when that door is opened
Multi - colored flowers
line the path
Walking in the beneficent
landscape
One feels a sense of awe
Creation is something to contend with
Mishari Rashid Al Afasy - Rahman - Lyrics & English Translation ?
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Mishari Rashid Al Afasy – Rahman
Rahman means Our Most Merciful Maker The only Allah AlMighty.
Rahman Ya Rahman
Syaidni Ya Rahman
Israh shadri Quran
Imla’ Qalbi Quran
Wasqih hayati Quran
Lillah Lillah
Yahfu’ Amali Lillah
Walil hifdz Kitabillah
Min Awaliy Bismlillah
Lil Khatmi Walir Ridwan
Ya Nur Ya Nur
Ya Muhkamu Ya Tanzil
Li Muhammad’an Jibril
Mir Rabbil Arsyidlil
Lil alamil Wal Insan
Takbir Takbir (Allahu Akbar)
Lilhafidh wahwa Shagyhir
Wadda' ul alayin Qarir
Yahmil Fadjraan Liyunir
Bitilawahtil Akhwan
Allah Allah
Allahummaj ma’ana
Bikitabika wan faa’na
Waj’al hulana hisna
Wahudana abadanuw ama
Rahman Oh Rahman (the Most Merciful)
Aid me Oh Merciful.
Fill my heart with love of the Holy Quran and true Hadis(Saying of Holy Prophet Peace Be Upon Him).
Open my heart to absorb the true saying of Holy Quran
And pour the Quran in my life.
For Allah, For Allah
My desire for Allah is passionate
So i can learn the book of Allah
Start with Bismillah (In the name of Allah)
For the closure (of the Holy Quran) and his approval.
Oh Nur oh Nur (oh light, oh light)
Oh Holy Quran you descended to the graduate,
Onto Muhammad SAW by Jibril A.s,
Guided by the Lord of the Throne
For man and all that exists.
Takbir, Takbir (Allah is the Greatest, Allah is the Greatest).
For the one while young who learnt the Holy Quran.
The eyes illuminate with serenity & content
Bearing the light of the Fajr (dawn) shining,
And the universe enriched the recitation.
Allah Allah gather us together by your Holy book Al Quran.
And make it beneficent for all creatures of Allah AlMighty.
Make it our fortress.
Our tranquility & our eternal guide.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
In solitary silence i commune with my own heart,
And diligently consider its questions and awnsers,
It declares to me that all real questions have real awnsers.
Truth offers herself to all who enquire after her.
If insulted she will look for better company,
From better dispositions and warmer hospitality.
She exists like a spirit; not timid and weak, but powerful,
And she will share her power with all her followers,
To bless or curse those who use her influence;
If used for justice, she will protect and defend,
If for mercy she will inspire benevolence and goodness;
If used for love she will make worthy of the same;
If for hate she will bring misery, if to deceive she will condemn.
Of all in existence she is the most excellent!
Because she illustrates lucid and clear choices,
She conveys the most profound feelings,
And the grandest most sublime imaginations,
She plainly discovers beauty and ugliness.
She is not property to be owned and controlled,
Nor will she own and control those who know her,
She imparts the power of pure intelligence,
Witch is nought else but her own power.
She makes the best people, and also the worst.
The great and wise who raise others to her vitality and glory,
The wretched and miserable who by her abuse and oppress.
She discovers what is, what was and what will be.
She influences the highest and most beneficent liberty,
And also the heaviest oppression and cruelest tyranny.
Lies can be vehemently hurled against her,
But she overthrows all direct contact with her enemies.
She is equally impartial to flattery as she is to scorn.
To doubt, wonder and question is to stand in her shadow.
To reflect, reason and believe is to see by her light.
She is not in words, thoughts or silences,
But manifests and presents herself through these.
She is the absolute that makes possible all absolutes,
She emanates knowledge, confidence and wisdom,
With her fear dissipates and disappears,
And beauty is her splendor; She is the mighty Truth.
Julian LeBaron
Form:
Life on the earth to all is reality.
However, it possesses ephemerality.
Living may be full of hardship or sublime.
No matter what, we are here for a short time.
Despite unpredictable events and trends,
we must share this world with our neighbors and friends.
We convey the good blessings that our Lord sends.
They are perpetuated until our life ends.
There is a reserved place in heaven for all.
Our Lord God takes in all souls that heed His call.
We should love neighbors and friends unselfishly.
Those with God, recognizing His sovereignty,
ones who live their whole lives altruistically,
will dwell in His Kingdom for eternity.
Our dear friend has fulfilled his obligations.
He has passed all his trials and tribulations.
Another soul has departed for heaven.
Our beneficent Lord God, please take Joe in.
Robert Pettit
To my cousin Joseph Pettit Sr. who passed away January 27, 2011
(22) And the pangs of childbirth drove her unto the trunk of the palm-tree. She said: Oh, would that I had died ere this and had become a thing of naught, forgotten! (23) Then (one) cried unto her from below her, saying: Grieve not! Thy Lord hath placed a rivulet beneath thee, (24) And shake the trunk of the palm-tree toward thee, thou wilt cause ripe dates to fall upon thee. (25) So eat and drink and be consoled. And if thou meetest any mortal, say: Lo! I have vowed a fast unto the Beneficent, and may not speak this day to any mortal. (26) Then she brought him to her own folk, carrying him. They said: O Mary! Thou hast come with an amazing thing. (27) O sister of Aaron! Thy father was not a wicked man nor was thy mother a harlot. (28) Then she pointed to him. They said: How can we talk to one who is in the cradle, a young boy? (29) He spake: Lo! I am the slave of Allah. He hath given me the Scripture and hath appointed me a Prophet, (30) And hath made me blessed wheresoever I may be, and hath enjoined upon me prayer and almsgiving so long as I remain alive, (31) And (hath made me) dutiful toward her who bore me, and hath not made me arrogant, unblest. (32) Peace on me the day I was born, and the day I die, and the day I shall be raised alive! (33) Such was Jesus, son of Mary: (this is) a statement of the truth concerning which they doubt. (34) It befitteth not (the Majesty of) Allah that He should take unto Himself a son. Glory be to Him! When He decreeth a thing, He saith unto it only: Be! and it is. (35) And lo! Allah is my Lord and your Lord. So serve Him. That is the right path. (36)The sects among them differ: but woe unto the disbelievers from the meeting of an awful Day. (37) How well they hear and see and hear them on the Day they come unto Us! yet the evil-doers are to-day in error manifest. (38) And warn them of the Day of anguish when the case hath been decided. Now they are in a state of carelessness, and they believe not. (39) Lo! We Only, We inherit the earth and all who are thereon, and unto Us they are returned. (40) And make mention (O Muhammad) in the Scripture of Abraham. Lo! he was a saint, a prophet. (41)When he said unto his father: O my father! Why worshippest thou that which heareth not nor seeth, nor can in aught avail thee?
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"What if you woke up tomorrow with only
what you asked god for today?"
As I read, a scowl is freed, then a smile
indeed, and I'll tell you why - I say:
"Poseidon is not so beneficent,
And neither - I wager - is Zeus.
So it seems to me if a man is honest,
he wakes up with what HE has produced."
This much is true. But I jest, of course,
I know they mean well, but let's see...
If god is provider, I'll have some hot cider!
...And yet none is present for me.
"Now, now, be a gentleman. Don't let your
sharp tongue be like teeth." I think.
But if others' boats fill with water,
ought I not inform them they'll sink?
Beneath an orange sky and huge rainbow,
Mestor, free spirited son stops the flow
over his dad Poseidon,
God of the sea, rift widen
climbs upon his narwhal, puts on a show.
Setting off with bounding leaps through the waves.
Sunlit shafts shine in bright gleaming locks laves
beams, the beast travels full speed.
A fine beast a wreath of reed
around its neck towards Atlantis caves.
Mestor's unfearing icy blue eyes gaze
upon a dazzling mermaid saffron blaze.
Wind swept across her brunette
wet long hair, thoughts of a net
and human ways, hooted in shrill amaze.
Mestors woke amongst an ocean sand bed
of froth, sounds of laughter in the wind spread.
A glimmering pace along
the beach and a droll tone song
in the silver wake of the moon was shed.
8/1/2018
MESTOR A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean. He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite.
http://www.theoi.com/Olympios/PoseidonFamily.html
In folklore, a mermaid is an aquatic creature with the head and upper body of a female human and the tail of a fish.[1] Mermaids appear in the folklore of many cultures worldwide, including the Near East, Europe, Asia, and Africa. The first stories appeared in ancient Assyria, in which the goddess Atargatis transformed herself into a mermaid out of shame for accidentally killing her human lover. Mermaids are sometimes associated with perilous events such as floods, storms, shipwrecks, and drownings. In other folk traditions (or sometimes within the same tradition), they can be benevolent or beneficent, bestowing boons or falling in love with humans.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mermaid
Mestor, son of Poseidon steady gaze
upon a dazzling mermaid saffron blaze.
Wind swept across her brunette
wet long hair, thoughts of a net
and human ways, hooted in shrill amaze.
Mestor woke amongst an ocean sand bed
of froth, sounds of laughter in the wind spread.
A glimmering pace along
the beach and a droll tone song
in the silver wake of the moon was shed.
8/1/2018
Prizes' Contest: 'Sea Tales Limericks - Old or New -
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
MESTOR A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean. He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite.
http://www.theoi.com/Olympios/PoseidonFamily.html
In folklore, a mermaid is an aquatic creature with the head and upper body of a female human and the tail of a fish.[1] Mermaids appear in the folklore of many cultures worldwide, including the Near East, Europe, Asia, and Africa. The first stories appeared in ancient Assyria, in which the goddess Atargatis transformed herself into a mermaid out of shame for accidentally killing her human lover. Mermaids are sometimes associated with perilous events such as floods, storms, shipwrecks, and drownings. In other folk traditions (or sometimes within the same tradition), they can be benevolent or beneficent, bestowing boons or falling in love with humans.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mermaid
Listen to the Warm
In the distance a dog barks, two cats hiss, each asserting its right
to territorial tyranny. Soft gentle rain bounces off a dream,
trickles warmly across fading memories. The almost silent sound
of her breathing gently tickles the hairs of my arm. Her mouth twitches
in a pouty grin, eyes blinking rapidly adjusting to the rhythms of another realm.
Her presence seems the gift of peace dropped mysteriously
into my world by some beneficent benefactor bent on softening
my heart, breaching my boundaries. Now, aware of all that she was,
and is, I lie still, basking in the presence of her being, cradled in the
cadence of her heartbeat, listening to her warmth.
4/15/2016
submitted to – Listen To The Warm – Prose - Poetry Contest
sponsor – Laura Loo
So let us have our laugh;
it is enough for just a moment
sacrificed to force belief
that somewhere an intangible
divinely-ordered plan exists,
to which we must conform.
Dear God, give mercy to my plea
that that may not be so!
That there is little solid ground
on which free will may put down roots
already--I shall dignify
my entry with a lordly number,
cringing as I write, and beating back
a nagging, growing certainty that even
summoning a doubt is forordained.
There's no way out!
We all are hypocrites, and must
expunge such realistic thinking
as we write our grocery lists
and then assign them slots
within our silly days in order
just to fortify our flesh
and those elusive pleasure centers
lurking there among our bones.
But thoughts are stubborn.
They keep coming back, reminding me
of their entitlement. My to do lists
are perishable--reality is not.
Even consciousness, I read,
may plod ahead of me
long past mortality.
And I remain advisedly
a happy cog in a machine
of some beneficent monstrosity
I'll never comprehend.
~
Here come the special month! You are always in our heart
We welcome you Ramadan month of holiness
We treasured you Ramadan ahlan was’sahlan
The pious and the righteous await your arrival
Opportunity for their good deeds to amass
We welcome you, oh precious Ramadan
It time to abstain from eating and drinking from dawn to dusk
Spouses abstain from sexual intercourse during the day
We welcome you month of Ramadan
That frees us from the fire of hell
Reciting Quran and intensity remembrance of Allah
Saving us from eternity of horror dwell
It time to Abstain from road rage, cursing, fighting, or gossiping
Cause it the month of holiness
It’s a month to purify our soul and our mind
With the most sincere devotion
A blessed month is casting its shadow to us
Glory be to Allah who sent Ramadan as a mercy to mankind
It’s a continuous training to strengthening our Imaan
In the name of Allah the most beneficent the most merciful
Praise be to Allah, who sent Ramadan as gift to mankind
As of a chrysalis
the beneficent breakage
exfoliation
emergence from
isolationism
into a mosaic of group dynamics
a centring of regard
a new diagnosis
a lissom beginning
departing an empty goblet
full of peppermint concern
sbaquie 2000
Reading Poem 3
"Ode to Nicolet Lane"
There I saw green visions,
and a young boy of 9 years running by,
As I stood once again upon the aged asphalt.
Last time I stood there was 58 years hence;
I recall the sun was sinking
like a ship into a gray gloom it seemed,
and summer was breathing its last,
as 1961’s national celebration
of labor and the getting of goods, commenced,
with the flaying and cooking of
pig, bovine and crackling fowl,
our thick smoke arose
like a geyser of giddy anticipation
of all things worth working for,
and worth dying for.
Our thoughts turned to the times
of slowing down the stringent clock,
of attempting to lasso in
the final minutes of faint freedom,
when beneficent windows will exhale at last,
issuing the perfumes of time and closure.
One’s childhood never really dies,
when it is possible to return
to these old mind streets.
I turn on my heels and see
the green trees of Nicolet Lane,
continuing to give a widespread shade
58 years hence,
and I can see Tyke the ghost dog,
chasing yet another chevy impala down this road,
barking and yapping incessantly
at a pair of white-walled tires,
escaping once again this mad dog running amok!
And look. I see Time way down the lane there too,
limping along with a walking stick,
testing the sediment and the feel of autumn’s touch.
We both know supper will soon be served yet again,
and we will exhale at last,
while unfolding our napkins
to receive the soup tureen.