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O brilliant son of the desert,
You rose through the maze of your House
With precision sharper than a blade.
The future trembles beneath your feet—
But power, untempered by wisdom,
Is a fire that devours its bearer.
Do not chase the glory of empires too fast.
Rome was not built in one day—
And neither shall a just Arabia.
You cannot serve two masters:
The West with its silver tongue,
And your people, whose eyes still hunger.
Choose neutrality not as weakness,
But as strategy.
Your true legacy lies not in gold towers,
But in lifting the soul of your nation.
Forsake not your brother, Iran.
To unite the Crescent is to raise a new dawn.
The blood of Gaza weeps through the sand,
And every drop asks:
"Where is our brother?"
Sunni, Shia, Sufi—one people,
Divided by politics, not by God.
To unite them is to write your name beside kings,
To divide them is to sow your own ruin.
Beware the advisors with smiles from Tel Aviv
And tongues sharpened in Washington.
They do not dream for you—
They only use your night to hide their shadow.
The Middle East can rise again,
But only if you learn this truth:
Real power is not feared,
It is trusted.
When gazing Beta Persei,
a star with many ghoulish names,
be wary of a winking eye
with fluctuating flames,
evincing evil aims.
Ancient mariners would watch with dread
and chant their prayers out loud,
when that “Eye in Medusa’s Severed Head”
was held by Perseus, proud,
high o’er the heathen crowd.
Sailors' hairs would stand and straighten
when that shady eye would shimmer.
The Hebrews shouted “Rosh ha Satan!”
when “The Head of Satan” grew grimmer
as "The Demon's Eye" got dimmer.
Dubbed “Ras al Ghul” in Arabic,
or “Algol” in the West,
“The Ghoul's Eye” plays a demon's trick,
resulting in unrest,
and much astro-interest:
Riding high in Autumn skies,
guiding galleon ships,
then fading before fearful eyes
by mean of an eclipse
of stars in an ellipse.
Then three days hence this trick repeats
with pre-ordained precision --
dark demon light again depletes
when it winks with wild derision,
which begs a bad decision.
Oh Ras al-Ghul! Oh Ras al Ghul!
So near and yet so far --
do not take me for a fool
that fears "The Demon Star,"
“The Devil’s Demon Star.”
Yet many who think it mirth, or myth,
will double down with doubts,
when that wily eye would wink forthwith
they’ll watch their whereabouts.
Better watch your whereabouts!
For those Gorgon snakes give you the shakes,
and chill you to the bone.
And one wrong look is all it takes
to turn you into stone,
eternally alone.
Submitted June 27, 2020
THERE IS NO TOMORROW
Would you do it the same way again - if you knew the ending back when
Was love worth the heartache and pain - are you happy with all that you’ve gained
Are you buried in clouds of regret - are there losses your pride won’t forget
Did you make every memory count - or did someday slip by you some how
Don’t let time - pass you by
Don’t you wait - cause your chances are few - opportunities fade
All you have is now - wrap your arms around
What it is that you’re chasin’ - cause there’s no replacing
The moments that fate lets you borrow
What if there is no tomorrow
May the risks that you take bring you closure
May you pull ones you love a bit closer
Remember there’s no guarantee
That the sand won’t run out on your dream
Don’t let time - pass you by
Don’t you wait - cause your chances are few - opportunities fade
All you have is now - wrap your arms around
What it is that you’re chasin’ - cause there’s no replacing
The moments that fate lets you borrow
What if there is no tomorrow
Ancient tombs, of long ago times
Byblos, the walled city, fortress and shrines
Shrouded in mystery, wisdom's, and thyme
The Phoenicians sailed from this very port
Their ships full of knowledge and the alphabet too
And the peoples from times long forgotten
The ancestors of merchants in the souks of now
The oldest city, charmed by the sea
The churches of St Peter, tell the prophecy
Praise the heavens, the God of your heart
In the language of Jesus, love never parts
Aramaic wisdom's, true to this day
Praise God, his love never swayed
Love of mankind
Love of your soul
Love of the creator
Marhaba
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Marhaba is an Arabic word used in the Middle East as “Hello”.
But most people don’t know its source
Marhaba comes from a Syriac (Aramaic, Assyrian) origin and was used by the first Christians
Mar = Master or God
Haba =Love
Marhaba = God is love
As Catholic churches still give masses in Latin, The Maronite Church still gives sermons in the ancient language of Jesus, Aramaic.
Byblos is an ancient city in Lebanon, Byblos is the Greek name for the Phoenician city called Gebal. Today it is believed by many to be the oldest continuously-inhabited city in the world.
I want to say thank you
In some of the languages of the world
To all the soup members
For you have helped my heart to twirl
You've add bits of humor, rhythm, and definitely some rhyme
From writings on many topics when you have the time
Thank you (English)
Muchas gracias (Spanish)
Danke schoon (German) Suppose to have two dots on top of the schoon but I don't
know how to do that
Merci beaucoup (French)
Arigato gozaimasu (Japanese)
Grazie (Italian)
Topadh leibh (Scottish Gaelic)
Toda raba (Hebrew)
Mamnoon (Farsi (Persian))
Spasibo (Russian)
Liels paldies (Latvian)
Efharisto poli (Greek)
Toa chie or Xie Xie (Chinese)
Shukran gazilan (Arabic)
Obrigado (Portugese)
Mahalo nui loa (Hawaiian)
In a round about way this came from the internet. If any are wrong correct me . If
you can add some put it in the comments box. Everything we learn helps us to
grow.
Form:
When I was just four,
Baba would walk me through the olive groves,
his land stretching endlessly,
acres of trees—each one a memory,
each one rooted deep in the soil of home.
He’d set up a ladder for me,
let me climb,
picking the dark, ripe olives
from the branches heavy with history.
“Go inside,” he’d say,
“bring a bucket of water.”
I ran, feet light on the earth,
filled the bucket from the well,
its coolness a moment of peace.
But then—
a scream, sharp and raw,
cut through the air.
I rushed outside,
and saw the flames—
huge, fierce,
devouring the olive trees,
the ones Baba had cared for,
the ones my ancestors had planted.
In the distance,
soldiers stood,
their smiles cold,
ruining everything we had known,
burning the heart of our land.
I dropped the bucket.
The water poured uselessly on the ground,
while the fire took what we had left—
our home, our history,
our future,
turned to ash.
Ice Sleep Quickly...
Slowly counting backwards from one hundred
if restless, yet most every night/early morning,
when tiredness defeats ability to remain alert
though rarely these days no difficulty to dream
way before mentally mouthing the number zero,
a segue way into unconscious state disengages
awareness, nor does yours truly recount numb
burr, nor REM member upon awakening hours
later how far from first triple digit to nought, I
ceased noiselessly iterated theoretical string of
symbols (representing whole sum quantity), the
likes linkedin to the Hindu-Arabic numeral cyst-
stem attributed to two Indian mathematicians awk
credited with developing mode to abstract former
lee bird den some assignation expressing a short
shorthand to conveniently represent a numerical
value, honor belongs to Aryabhata of Kushuma-
pura developed the place-value notation in the
fifth century, and about one hundred years later
Brahmagupta introduced important symbol for
zero, without such (now obvious) methodology,
this nocturnal primate, would most likely resort
to awkward, bulky, clumsy, et cetera alternative,
sans Roman numerals silently with eyelids shut
tight, thus imagine if ye will this sir soundlessly
enunciating c, xcix, xcviii...praying to dog never
reaching the lowest solitary i, cuz this mister, he
would never be accountable waking bolt upright
resembling a zombie emitting nought a peep, cuz
this suddenly duped frenzied hotmail, would have
zero choice!
We are powerful creatures
wonderfully made from beams of sunlight
we have tremendous energy
to equip us with the fullest potential
wherever faith may lead us to go
to achieve our purpose of birth
Our breath gives us strength to live
to create whatever desires come to mind
that reality will turn into light
the world to us
is where all the challenges
stands for us to face
in victory or defeat
We are fortunate to be on earth
amongst the other creatures
that either crawl of have wings to fly
to look at the beauty of nature
and enjoy the freedom of living
without fear to be in
awareness of our being
Our imagination is the strength
we have to guide our feet
wherever time will lead us to achieve
To become enlightened by wisdom
and to reach the target of destiny
is the greatest achievement of human existence
that one could possibly dream
The flowers in the forest
and the fishes underneath the ocean
are two perfect examples of nature
which never cries of illness
but remains contented with fate
When thunder and lightnings strike
to form a storm in the ocean
the waves are the first to respond
and surrender in sacrifice
to go forward with time
in search of serenity
that will remove the turmoil on earth
Soon they will go to the burial ground
where they will surrender themselves on the shore
The darkness in the clouds
will cause the wind to roar
to remove the ignorance
created by the hands of men
who wants to disrupt the peace
we all enjoy on earth
yet we must understand
that the truth makes us inspired
to bring out the hidden treasures
which is from the gift of life
Towards our eternal freedom
we spend a whole lifetime
pursuing a dream to unfold the mystery
we wish to unfold
when the glow of light
will glitter in the minds
that are free and have the power
to become one with the infinite
who governs the universe
They were able to see the sun at last, to look
all around, finally breathe without burqas
begin a new chapter.
Their words held more confidence.
Is respect too large a word, perhaps not when
whispered with laughter.
Wearing smiles and proud faces, their
daughters went to school like the boys,
was their future assured?
Was learning numbers and their alphabet
fulfilling their dreams, or just making
them more obscured?
Women could greet each other on the street
not be beaten with a pole, but never look in the
eyes of a man.
They could have paying jobs, wear sharp clothes, let
lovely faces be exposed, never once looking back
before freedom began.
That all went away on a terrible day
when planes left and men bled out of hills
with rage
to rule again with knife-sharpened hands
and women once again destined to hide inside
their dark cage.
So, what was accomplished: a taste of
freedom
that rested on whims of people living
far away?
Is it perhaps worse to have known and
then lose
or never to have known--
who can say?
As life uncertainly shifts backward again
to religious rule and sin
will minds and lives be what's left
blowing in the wind
in Afghanistan...
Poet's Note:
_Written in the Stars_ is inspired by the Arabic tale of Majnun, whose real name was Qais. Driven mad by love for Laila, he was cast out and stoned, yet never stopped searching. This poem connects that ancient grief to the modern song _In the Stars_ — exploring how true love, when denied on earth, finds its home in the sky, in memory, and in eternity.
Written in the Stars
They called me Majnun. "The Mad One."
For love had burned my name away.
Qais was gone. All that remained
Was a man who prayed her name each day.
I first saw Laila —
Sun hiding shy behind the clouds,
A face of diamond, bright and clear,
A smile that scattered stars through crowds.
The desert wind would dance and spin
With golden dust across the plain.
I walked it barefoot, body torn,
Stone-thrown and branded by their shame.
They said "Forget her. She is not yours."
So I learned to speak to skies instead.
For drought could not unmake my bones,
But her absence threatened to leave me dead.
I searched for Laila in the dust
Of broken vows and empty tents.
In eyes of strangers wearing her name,
In every sigh the evening sent.
One glance. That’s all it took, my love —
And my soul left my body with joy.
The world called madness. I called truth.
A fire no tribe could destroy.
We were forbidden here on earth,
So Heaven wrote us up above.
Look up tonight.
Two distant stars
That never touch, but share one love.
That is us.
That is "In the Stars."
A love that death could not erase —
Only lift to a wider space.