A whole lot of shifts...
In attentive pride
Love drives against lust,
To save false focus.
A sincere heart's gifts-
Faithful fair fun, flied...
That care can't adjust;
Bed so amorous.
At will, as time wish
For her pleasure's risk,
What his fate perish:
Seeker's asterisk
For one night in turn...
Sleeping days' tricks burn.
The lights in our eyes are different,
And our voices are not all the same,
Some people are richer than others,
Some people can walk and some can't.
Some people were born in a war zone,
And others were born in a castle,
Some people have never seen mountains,
Some people have flied to the moon.
Everyone we meet has a story
A hair color, a gender, a name,
Everybody we meet has secrets,
And a best friend that knows them all.
But in the end we are all the same,
We want to have peace and a clean name,
We all want to laugh, and sing, and dance
We all want love and happiness.
I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
There was a baby fly in the sink, in my place.
Normally I’m one to carry them out.
But I don’t like flies so without thinking.
I turned on the water full force.
He was the tiniest little guy.
He was swept to the lip of the drain.
But as I watched he clung on
And on and on.
I watched as the water, water boarded him.
In that moment
I was struck.
This tiniest of guys and his huge will to live.
I turned off the faucet and grabbed some tissue.
And absorbed him up.
I looked closely holding my breath.
And to my surprise he began to stir.
I now had a mission to save this little warrior.
His will to live so extraordinarily hopeful.
I was so impressed with this little guy.
I had to make sure now he had to survive,
I opened the window screen and placed him and his tissue savior upon the wind.
He dried, he stirred and eventually he flied.
I was so impressed by this tiniest of guys and his huge will to survive.
Let my life for you sacrificed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Come and intercede to this helpless servant
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Faithfuls suffer in this earth a lot
Hereafter there will be plesure and enjoyment
From eighteen thousand worlds' selected
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Traveler of seven leveled skies
Above bound of Creator flied
In his ascension for Ummah prayed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Four caliphs are his paradise neighbor
Who is in love with him is away from evil
He is sultan of creations as a whole
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
What Dervish Jonah does in here without you
Real prophet without doubt and mistrust is you
Whom don't obey you faithlessly as an infidel go
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
On a winding path of friendly kegs,
I consumed warm beer and picnic dregs.
Next to me, a little buzzer flied.
I asked, would he help me decide -
potato salad or deviled eggs?
God created universe for the love of Muhammad
Created sun and moon for the desire of Muhammad
Said be and was universe, written all from start to end
Recited Quran as a whole, for the glory of Muhammad
All saints had come, to mosque their faces daubed
Said word of testament, for the noor of Muhammad
Companions had conquered, next ones emulate
Eight heavens laid out, for the love of Muhammad
At skies birds flied, montanes and stones watered
Trees gave fruit, for the love of Muhammad
Infidels had come, from him they took faith
Prayed five times a day, for the love of Muhammad
Jonah praised cause him Quran praised
Remember and say Salawat, for the love of Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
Butter Fly
the butter
~* *~
* *
* *
fly
that flied away
that broke
the heart
that put to skids
the board on skates
the kid o
\ /
p q
\o o/
~ ~ ~ ~
his head in the clouds
~ ~ ~ \ * / * \ * /~ ~ ~
he
skates
away
…
he
forgets
…
for his grandmother
this butter fly’s under lock and key
Yellow, a sunny color -
bittersweet brightness of life.
Wild dandelion its flower,
brilliant in grandson’s eyes.
Watching the Summer spin,
fragile twirling and bend.
Pandemic’s Kindergartner plucks bouquet -
tenders it to grandma.
Isolation had its moments -
streets with no cars,
chasing a lemon butterfly.
“Oh, it flied away.”
His skateboard in pause,
as our lives were,
but in home’s vase,
weeds quickly passed away.
The tides have turned for all but a few
Because of this we hide inside seashells,
On the ocean floor.
And we sail to another existence,
And Prevail!
And while sailing far away,
We fail to look back at what we left behind.
Another tide that is mine
Underneath the clear sunshine
How we hide as the birds flied
To seek other places.
Higher than ourselves,
Noticing prolonging,
The tides of uncertainty that hides in all of us,
As we prevail and sail!
He skated along
road little used,
except by butterflies -
he chased.
On his scooter, he raced.
Suddenly halting,
“Aww…he flied away!”
With simplicity, he executes
His services as due and suits.
To promote cordial relationship;
An artisan cum craftsmanship.
For proper growth to taking its place...
Which character brace up cum grace.
Even on a bad day, NAH ME serves
Equal what smiling face deserves.
Now gone; off stress of what to become
Or how to become what please Mum.
Wishes unspoken; all now are nights
Hoping to see the break of lights.
Dreams he had lived, flied with his soul;
Deeply end with breaths, his sighs roll...
Laid down his sword, gun and kits on earth;
Taken away through grave time's dearth.
ASEESE went rowdy peacefully.
Whose car hit accidentally?
No one knows; driver speed off in haste,
To prevent his flesh unto baste*
Why such speed on ONE-LANE to beat time?
While others keep calm; traffic's crime!
Last last, most blame it on timing fate,
But not this, his destiny bait.
Bolaji elegantly left us
And the Akinronbis to fuss.
Rest on dear brother, though you left soon;
Crying fortitude to sing boon!
Summer walks wield charm and power.
Dandelion love’s free and wild.
A pick-me-up basic flower -
I find happiness in the child.
Pandemic bees -
grand moment’s seize.
In 2020, I smiled as
his skateboard trails bird, that same hour.
Boy’s twinkling eyes enthralled, beguiled.
Innocence, a scene to devour.
Grand child’s dismay -
“Aww, he flied ‘way”
6/9/2022
POSIE Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Used HMS
Posie form: ABABCC ABABDD,
with a syllable pattern of 888844 888844
When I think of the things I'm afraid of,
All of my fears and worries flood my head,
Their screams steal my focus from things above,
Some mornings I cannot get out of bed,
Panicking as I look for a way out,
Acting confident as I go about,
Nobody ever knows I'm so afraid,
Sometimes I feel as though I'm worry's maid,
Then I listen, and He says, "Do not fear",
And then He reminds me He's always near,
Every worry suddenly flied away,
My fear no longer messes with my thoughts,
All this is so because God loves me lots,
I no longer fear the things of this world.
Preceded death;
Absent of breath;
What have I left;
As my remains you view;
Yet this is not me nor is it you;
As the many changes have came and passed;
I've gone on into the aftermath glances;
Phoenix wings and light so shine;
I have flown I have risen;
I have flied, tho! You cry;
Sigh!,.....................
Shhhh! Don't cry I'm O K
I'm with God NOW
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
12/13/21
When you travel with a lift
Just press
And you're up or down in minutes
Flied through a world of illusions
But sometimes the lift will stop suddenly
With electricity interruption
Leaving you nervous and helpless
And landed back to the world of realities
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