That heaven's rivers
flow saying Allah
Went out philomels of Islam
whistles saying Allah
Sways tugba trees
Recites Quran also tongues
Elysum yard's roses
smells saying Allah
Some eats some drinks
Angels deal out peace
Prophet Idris measures dress
Stitchs saying Allah
All posts are from noor
All leaves are from silver
While streching branches
Concludes saying Allah
Brighter than moon, faces
Sweater than suger, voices
Eden's houri maidens
Wanders saying Allah
One who is in love with Allah
Pours teardrops from his eyes
Becomes pure in and outsides
Sings saying Allah
Whatever you wish, wish from God
Walk in this way with a guide
Parrot is in love with tulip
Crows saying Allah
Opened skies' doors
Full of peace all of those
Eight heaven's shores
Uncovered saying Allah
Ridvan is opener of gate
Idris is measurer of cloth
Drinker of Kevser sherbet
Quenchs saying Allah
Dervish Jonah arrive to your pal
Do not leave today to tomorrow
Morning to God's council
Let me reach saying Allah
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
Pink mushroom guy was a dancer, a dreamer called Dilly Dally Dew.
He loved fuchsia, purple, lavender, and pink of every shade and hue.
Why does he insist on those colors? His dad asked, irritated a bit.
Pink was the color for boys in Victorian days, said his wife, Mrs. Whit.
Daddy looked it up, for it was difficult to believe, but it was true.
In the Victorian days, the prominent color for girls was a light sky blue.
But it is weird for these times Dilly Dally Dew’s daddy said to Mrs. Whit.
He loves pink, his wife told him. Don’t make a huge deal out of it.
She makes no big deal out of praying to her God.
In front of others, she does not put her hands together
It is a heart mission she feels strongly drawn to do.
in her own way, in her own time, in nature's silence.
Surrounded by God’s world of wind, trees and animals.
She does not make a big deal out of it.
For worship to her is private, belonging only to her.
She feels the call of her soul, and she heads toward the woods.
It is sunny on Thanksgiving.
The water has a gleam in its eye;
trees huddle close to share family secrets.
In the park, squirrels deal out their cards—
the stakes are brown and immeasurable.
The wind fills the cups of chimes
who all have been drinking a little too much,
who all have started drinking a few hours early.
Above, clouds watch and listen from the blue couch
of sky, slowly moving off when sea bird’s conversations
inevitably move to local and global politics.
From my porch I can see them all,
and before dinner can even be served
practice my prayers.
Time is the healer that carries us over the line,
when we are saddened with someone we’re leaving behind,
as we become holders of hearts that are broken apart,
but memories and time are menders of a broken heart.
You can talk to the heavens and plead with your God up above,
and pray that it’s wrong, for you still want to deal out your love,
but life after death is something that’s out of our hand,
when memories and time are healers to help understand.
Memories are stored where the tears are not too far away,
and time draws a line attempting to widen each day,
but you still see the reason that makes you cross over the line,
where memories and time are meant to wipe out that sign.
Life is so precious that we cannot know when we die,
we don’t feel the heartache and we don’t hear anyone cry.
Our legacy’s strong the day that the church bells will chime,
and our soul is judged by the strength of memories and time.
Reaching out with soul and limb
I fight the loneliness found deep within
Another night spent among the stars
I cry and ponder about where you are
Will you heart reach out for me as well?
Loneliness waits for time to tell
More work I'll do for time to speak
Recovery slow a tale so bleak
Time can deal out quite the blow
The spirit is strong it does bestow
I continue to wait time can be cruel
My love still grows in time for you
*comments welcomed and appreciated*
So you’re in the big house
With the big car
The big driveway
And the big yard
With the big pool
The big fortress of high hedges
Between you and your foes
You had big plans
And big dreams
Big promises
And big schemes
A premise for every square-inch
Since the day you were born,
They raised you to “think big!”
You were indoctrinated
with big ideals
Big concepts and big half-truths
The dogma about a man in the sky
Pervading your consciousness
You’ve grown to love the big comforts
A glutton for luxury, a co-dependent
Creature of dangerous habits
A fiend for the sixty-hour work-week
And a junky for distraction
Once the big lifestyle got in your system,
There’s no excising it now
They might as well take a scalpel to your heart
And a scissors to your spirit
You fell hook, line and sinker
For the big lie, the big funny business
The next big thing – the Big Time, Bill!
What’s the big idea? Hey, bigger is better
Try to be the bigger person
All big diamonds and big deeds,
Your big stick of opulence
shining in the Little Big Room
We got bigger fish to fry, here
Don’t make too big a deal out of it
Gee, you look so much bigger in person.
defray
debt, no delay
denial justified,
deal out to sharers what each owes
deem done
Anger seethes, it rumbles and roils
Fury thunders, bubbles and boils
I want to scream, I want to shout
I want to hit, to lash out
It’s driving me crazy, messing up my brain
Christ, why has this happened to me again?
I’m not a bad man, truly I’m not
I’m generally satisfied with my lot
Yet every now and then its seems
Something happens to crush my dreams
Not just once, but time and again
It’s enough to drive a man insane.
All I ask for is an even break
Just enough so that I can stake
My future happiness on a positive
So that me and mine can live
In relative peace and harmony,
Just how hard can that dream be?
If my luck’s a gauge, it’s off the scale
It seems that I’m set up to fail
By the Fates that deal out my life’s hand:
By which I’ll either fall or stand
But fickle Fate is the Great Deciever
Making a doubter of a true believer
I take one step forward and two steps back
Somehow always seeming to lack
That extra edge to make it work
God, I feel like such a jerk!
How can life be so crafty and conniving
To one who is only just surviving?
You wanted me to be a hero and go off and fight the war.
You wanted me to be a hero, but you didn't know what for.
So I became a hero and now I'm rolling through the door,
'cause this hero's got no arms or legs no more.
You wanted me to be a hero and do what heroes do.
You wanted me to stand up for the old Red, White and Blue.
Well now I'll do no standing, and my mind is wasted, too,
and with the drugs I'm taking I can't think of you.
You planned on all the money that I'd get from Uncle Sam.
That we'd get a set of wheels to let folks know that I'm the man.
Well I got some wheels and I'm motorized, almost like I planned,
but I steer my wheelchair with my chin 'cause I haven't any hands.
Though I smell of medication, and I'm living in a chair,
and I'm crippled in my body, and way beyond repair,
I'm trying to be a decent man, though I don't believe you care,
and you're half the reason of why I'm even there.
I know that I sound bitter, and I feel I've got that right,
'cause the truth is not that simple, and there is no guiding light.
So just let chance deal out the hand that takes me in the night,
and I'll no longer put up any fight.
It's your face I see when I close my eyes
Your lips on my lips fill my dreams
I can feel your hands on my body
Even when I haven't see you for days.
Let's not make a big deal out of it.
Your smile brightens my day
And your laugh makes me laugh
All I want to do is be near you
With no one else around.
Let's not make a big deal out of it.
I'm not even sure why you like me
It's not like I'm exactly nice
I'm always teasing you
and calling you names.
Let's not make a big deal out of it.
I know you're just a kid in comparison
Still sweet, innocent, and naive
And girls like me only hurt
Good guys like you.
Let's not make a big deal out of it.
I will just build you up
Making you fly higher than ever before
Until I pull you down
Tearing out your heart while I rip off your wings.
Let's not make a big deal out of it.
So I need to keep you at a distance
Making sure that you don't get to close
Because I don't want to destroy you
And make you cold and hard like me.
So let's not make a big deal out of this.
Whenever I feel discouraged,
Or am just too blind to see,
What purpose there is for my life on earth,
This thought is what comforts me.
I think about a Man Whose Name
Means, oh, so much to me,
You see, He wore a crown of thorns,
That He might set me free.
He wore a crown of thorns for me,
And bore so patiently,
All that the soldiers of Rome did think,
Would destroy His dignity.
He wore a crown of thorns for me,
And put up with all the shame,
The soldiers could deal out to Him,
For our sins He took the blame.
He wore a crown of thorns for me,
And I could never pay,
Him back for all that He endured,
And suffered there that day.
So I must love my fellow man,
The way He wants me to,
And that is how I'll know the peace,
He gives to those who do.
(copyright 10/30/15)
Punxsutawney Phil thats what the humans call me but all the hedge hogs call me Harry I wish the humans would have call me something simple.
The humans make a big deal out of one day a year my only day of work for the year.
I have to hurry up hurry up Harry you have to get up! Well I am push out of the box
and in thru tunnel to run a if I stop well I hear all the humans yell Punxsutawney Phil
where are you until I have to come out and if I see my shadow well we all know what
that means. The humans will be disappointed for a few more weeks but if I don't the cheer so my job is done either way.
I am a gentle man, and I try with all my heart to love my fellow man and do all that I
can, to help out and get along. However, there are some men that no matter what
you do will try to hurt and take advantage of you.
I am very patient, I give them every chance, I try to endure and show them love. I
try to check my anger, turn the other cheek strive to be humble and meek.
There comes a time when all efforts have failed, when I've been pushed far too long
and too hard. They think they can keep pushinig and never let up.
The time comes when I've seen the light I put on my war face and prepare for the
fight. I give them fair warning they can clealy see the war paint on my face.
I may not win the battle this might surely be, but I will stand my ground, take their
best and give back what they deal out twice. I may not win today or the next, but
eventually I will win the war.
Listen to me brother and keep it in your mind, if you keep pushing people it could
turn out to be your end.
deal out the cards
hold them fanned.
put up a guard.
look at your hand.
play the game.
of skill and lies.
were all the same,
with our disguise,
Pound your fist down
stand up
don't make a sound
alcohol in the cup.
drink and drink
you start to change.
look at her and wink.
your deranged.
She has a nice body
and a decent face to.
she wants to get naughty.
and so do you.
lead her back to the hotel.
have a good night.
she left the number for her cell,
what a delight.
Fix your tie.
put your ring back on.
this is your lie:
you were working till dawn.
drive back home real fast.
your wife and kids smiling.
"Daddy, your here, at last!"
your walk to the next room, dialing.
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