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If I die tomorrow there’s some things I wish to say,
Because if I die tomorrow,
Then I only have today,
To my wife, my friend, my soulmate,
Your everything that’s pure,
Each day you give me all of you,
And the next you give me more.
You never judge or hold a grudge,
16 years we’ve never fought,
If I could pull the best bits from myself,
They’d be the ones that you have taught.
Know how much I love you,
For I’m just a simple man -
That loves you with completeness,
For it’s made me who I am,
Everyday I’ve spent with you
Has been a day above,
I’m not sure I deserve you,
Let alone deserve your love,
But said and done,
You are the one,
I fell for - with all my being,
No matter where I may end up,
It’ll be you my eyes keep seeing.
.......
And now my children,
This is tough,
Not something I’ve rehearsed,
Even just the thought of You’s,
And my heart is fit to burst,
I always wanted children,
I always wanted you,
I was blessed to have a daughter,
Then my son was gifted too,
Your growing up so quickly,
I’m so proud of who you are,
It doesn’t matter where I go,
My love is never far,
There aren’t the words to tell you both,
What you mean to me,
One day when your parents,
Maybe then you both will see,
Always do your best in life,
And always love each other,
Always know I love you both,
And watch over your mother.
........
For if I die tomorrow,
And I only have today
If my time has come,
And I’m not able to stay,
Know that I die happy,
For all you’ve given me,
Know that I die happy,
Let that thought be all you see.
Wherefrom did this unknown guest get entry,
As though an all-masterminding gentry?
In the name of death, loss, and love disband,
Grief drowns me into pernicious quicksand...!
Upset, alarmed, rejected, gloomy, remorse,
Angst, grudge... grief brings me repercussions hoarse;
Churn in my belly; tautness in my throat,
In exhaustion and sleeplessness, I float...!
Where's my concentration on duties gone?
Have whereunto mind and cognition drawn?
Where are my optimism and hope hidden?
Why is psychic composure bedridden...?
Go away, from me, grief of each essence!
Grand liberty to joy's constant presence;
May each conflict within me get clearance!
May mind and body work in adherence...!!!
21 February 2023
I am no saint at all, but still I think my good
outweighs my bad. These are some gifts God gave to me:
Loyalty, resilience, and tolerance (many trials I have withstood).
I’m conscientious, and I have the nice ability
to hear and understand. Bearing no grudge, I forgive most easily.
The bad in me I also can easily confess.
I value my alone time, so never will you see me crowned
with glory for much service work; in fact, my laziness
extends to my own housework. Lastly, I let myself get pushed around,
so there are times I really wish that I had stood my ground.
A neighbor once observed me when I was very small.
She told my mom, “That child’s special.” Mother thought so too.
Hearing this repeatedly gave me the wherewithal
to persevere and be consistent, always striving to be true
to who I am; I hope it shows in things I say and do.
2/28/2020
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No greed, no malice, no grudge.
Everyone will live to Ninety-Nine,
Then happily fall over the edge.
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Eid ul Azha
Eid ul Azha takes place on the 10th of Zil Hajj.
Eid-ul-Adha marks the end of Hajj, the sacred pilgrimage to the Holy city of Mecca.
The Hajj to Mecca is a once-in-a-lifetime obligation upon male and female adults whose health and means permit it.
Abraham was instructed by Allah, in a dream, to raise the foundations of Holy Kaaba,the most sacred shrine in Mecca.
God revealed in a dream to Abraham to sacrifice his son Isma’il.
Abrahim and Isma’il set off to Mina for the sacrifice.
As they went, the devil attempted to lead Abraham astray by disobeying God and not to sacrifice his beloved son.
But Abraham remained unfaltered in his decision and true to God, and drove the devil away.
As Abraham prepared to kill his son, God stopped him and gave him a sheep to sacrifice instead.
So it is Popularly known as the Festival of Sacrifice
This Muslim holiday Eid-ul-Azha commemorates Prophet Abraham’s unselfish act of sacrificing(Qurbani) his own son to the One God, Allah.
The festival reminds everyone of the mercy and benefits bestowed upon mankind by Allah.
On Eid ul Azha many muslims come together with love and without a grudge.
Families sacrifice an animal and feed the poor and needy people .
And exchange greetings with the neighbours next door,family and friends also.
People who are away from the Holy pilgrimage, Hajj, also carry out this traditional sacrifice.
We go to the Mosques in our best clothes.
But first we sure we are clean from our head to our toes.
On People visit each other's homes and partake in festive meals with special dishes, beverages, and desserts.
Children receive gifts and sweets on this happy occasion.
This day I am ever so grateful being blessed Creature of God Almighty.
So we can truly conclude
Eid is always a blessed day
Filled with joy and blessing I must say.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Trespassers not allowed
I hold on to God
cos only him can
protect my dignity
in a world of calamities
I seek his cleansing
cos am dirty like a pig
on my own making
I hold on to God
for his mercies
feeds my grace
to be spiritual
in an atmosphere of confusion
I hold no grudge
cos my heart
is healthy but not holy
yet I remain humble
in the sight of God
till the last call of my days
water my garden
oh God
and let my seed grow
protect my soul
from the sons of
evil men
In their colours
and shapes
let the rivers of life
never carry me to
their doors of calamities
I know am not alone
I hold on to God so
upon my dignity
trespassers not allowed
Mandarina duck was bragging a teensy bit
Blue jay heard of it, and threw a giant fit
She was speaking of her crest as if it was unique
I have a crest also, Bart the blue jay did speak
Mandarina duck preened, showing off her black and white trim.
I have that too, Bart pointed out to a cardinal named Jim.
Jim flew off, not wanting to get into this turmoil
Mandarina duck made fun of the jay; his anger now on boil
I am the most colorful with my browns, rusts, and copper colors.
Bart the blue jay was told of this bragging by his mischievous brothers.
Mandarina duck has the ugliest beak, it is such a dull blah red.
These enemies held on to this grudge until both were dead.
They might have been friends, if they had tried even a bit.
But she was such an opinionated duck, and he was a bit of a chit.
I was put on this planet
with a mission to accomplish,
and enthusiasm is my reason to exist;
I take nothing in stride...
not keeping watch on my enemy,
and try to live peacefully...
knowing that I will die
without a grudge on my sigh!
Is that a mere coincidence
that I follow in the footsteps
of the few who lived for peace and liberty,
and rejected glory for modesty?
Mockery wasn't a cause
for their dire or distress...
to dissuade them from anything
they had said; there was no wall dividing words
from action,to distort their meaning,
because they were loud and clear!
I dont simulate or imitate the monarch,
and please the well-to-do
who dress lavishly and have a lot:
my living is a simple song...
a harmony with a beautiful sound;
I show pity, and I'm never cruel!
They stare at me, as if I weren't stately...
only cursed with stark poverty;
I don't deny my hunger...a hunger
for different values that stand fast:
I am guided by the starlight,never stagger
or fail to take my stand!
I'm realistic and defined by grace...
to imagine it a mere coincidence:
to have come into existence,
and not fit in any social system
which demands to honor its hypocritical anthem!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Everything that can hurt
is chronic in an old body.
An arrow through the heart is acute,
a bullet in the knee is an in-the-moment pain
that lasts a lifetime,
however, a chronic chronicity is the real killer.
She had had enough. Windows held nothing for her.
Food tasted like burnt paper,
breathing a grating torture.
She once knew a lovely lake,
one she had swam upon as free as a fish.
A lover or would-be lover
waved her to come ashore
but she would linger in the lake
letting the waters caress her in parts that
hands could never reach.
It takes forever just to rise and sit at the edge of the bed,
Bones rasp on bones, hot wires thread joints.
At last she looks over the side of the mattress
into that blue clear lake again.
She could dive now, she thinks,
dive headlong, swan dive
and never return to the surface.
In that moment, a mercy arrives;
a dragging grudge of infirmity
becomes a soul-deep-daggering,
swampy tumors long moldering
in the indolent mouth of a remorseless beast
burst into devouring bonfires
flares that ram her into the unbearable.
With a scream of joy she dives weightless
into sweet and obliviating waters
shedding years of drought,
and far from the maul and clank
of indifferent time.
~~~~~
The garden was abloom
Life passed in glee
They were close friends
In a happy levity
He never felt that
She had started believing
The whole canvas of his poem
Was her exclusive possession
When he got the morphed photos
Involving him with a little girl
Who was his favourite student
All his peace went into a whirl
No such enemy he could find
As could do the ugly job
With a view to smear his character
And arouse a furious mob
According to cyber detectives
It was a morbid grudge
She was in imagined relationship
Robbed of power to judge
He stopped the investigators
From spilling the beans because
He did not want the blooms
To come to a permanent pause
But for her they were flowers of evil
She kept unleashing her maligning nature
Until the police warned her one day
Elaborating on her dark future
He still wanted to sit with her
Following the denouement
It came about never
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17 August, 2016
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