Intrepid camel, name of ibn Shlumpf
Romantic alias ~ Abdullah Heffalumpf
He went ape for the babes, this
Dromedary of all trades
He just wished he could get over their humphs
Categories:
ibn, animal, giggle, romantic,
Form: Limerick
Narrated Ibn Masud:A man kissed a woman(unlawfully)and then went to the Prophet and informed him.Allah revealed:And offer prayers perfectly at the two ends of the day And in some hours of the night(i.e.the five compulsory prayers. Verily! good deeds remove (annul) the evil deeds (small sins)(The man asked Allah's Apostle,Is it for me?"He said,,It is for all my followers.
Categories:
ibn, allah, arabic, books, faith,
Form: Other
Layla, you were simple a girl.
My love has made you queen.
Now people worship you as a goddess.
What a power Love has!
Categories:
ibn, love,
Form: Blank verse
Wallada, oh my Wallada, come back to me
I write for you my poetry in pain
Once you loved me, my world, you see?
I never sought for you in vain
My lips on yours, our love wrote poetry...
My love, what have you to gain?
It's all I ever want, need, to just be.
With you.
This petty jealousy of some drove us apart
The lines I write to you, scream, cry!
You, my sun and moon, is it so hard
to understand my heart, please why?
Why, I know you're more than smart.
Don't let this be final goodbye.
My farewell poem is on this card,
To you.
I now live in exile away from you in Sevilla,
My heart will always be with you in Córdoba.
***
March 10, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
ibn, betrayal, longing, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Ruba’i*: Umar ibn Ibrahim al-Khayyam*, Omar son of Ibrahim, the tent-maker
Words awoke on the retina of the astronomer
Unknown aeons piled dark energy upon dark matter
Astral bodies all strung like sea shells in the firmament
What old Khayyam saw was not what was seen by the Maker!
• Omar Khayyam, d. 1131, was a renowned mathematician-astronomer poet of old Persia
• ruba’i (plural: ruba’iyat): 11th-12th century Persian self-contained quatrain of 14 syllables rhyming aaba made popular in the West through Edward Fitzgerald’s 1859 translations titled: The Ruba’iyat of Omar Khayyam
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
ibn, visionary,
Form: Quatrain
Church Bells
Once I lived in a charming English village, near
an ancient church, every Sunday morning
on my only day off, the bloody bells chimed.
Thought I saw a woman cycling to mass in
the mist, and it wasn´t Germaine Greer.
When Muslims ruled Andalusia, they tolerated
Christians, but a poet of that time -Ibn Baqi-
circa 1059 1112, wished they wouldn´t clang
bells so hard waking him up when air was cool,
sleep sweet and his Christian mistress had to
get up and go to mass. So far nothing has
changed, dear Ibn Baqi, the bells keep on tolling
Categories:
ibn, funny, history, peace, social,
Form: Blank verse
Await the zenith of the sun,
cross clay courtyard a beckoning
barefoot walked, heartstring undone,
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.
Soundless clarion of tears fall
toward absolution’s bright blessing,
within the domed sabil I call...
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.
The fountain's dry, but not my eyes
sounds of grace rebound, amazing,
Amazing Grace, sang such as I
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.
We are but one beneath the sun
for all our fears and wandering
all creation our companion...
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.
Let spirit rise on minaret
and phantom penitents come hieing
all is well, we are God’s get
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.
Peace is not a relationship of nations. It is a condition of mind brought about by a serenity of soul. Peace is not merely the absence of war. It is also a state of mind. Lasting peace can come only to peaceful people.
Jawaharlal Nehru (1889 - 1964)
Categories:
ibn, adventure, allegory, angst, devotion,
Form: Kyrielle