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Donkey’s in the land of Israel in the 1st century,
Were used to carry goods about the country,
But could also carry women, children and the ill,
Because they were strong and quiet, did chill.
So when Jesus entered Jerusalem on that day,
On the Sunday before his crucifixion, away,
He deliberately chose a donkey to ride on,
To communicate effectively, with abbreviation.
A donkey was premium to the professions,
The areas industry’s for selling productions,
Which depended on donkeys for transportation,
For their future and reputation’s momentum.
So Jesus was saying by riding that donkey,
That he was key to the wave that they did see,
That how his death was remembered, thought,
Would determine the legacy that he’d wrought.
Also, he assumed a sensitivity by that ride,
A vulnerability that he had and he felt inside,
Because he took the place of a fragile person,
Suggesting that memories were your liaison.
So he won and achieved a triumphant entry,
Because he proclaimed himself Christianity,
And that, just like a child, he needs lifted up,
Onto the donkey, where there’s a warm cup.
Devil Caught
For every day I must live.
Breathing air in this crazy fringe.
Water I must have to drink.
To keep liquids flowing through my streams.
Food I need to eat.
Protein must have for massive strengths.
Clothing for needed wear.
Comes from Mother Earth the plants she spared.
Taught by others, I have learned right from wrong.
Depends on the teacher, on how this mind will be taught.
Sometimes this is not all true.
The Monster will grab your pupil, then turn evil upon you.
Outside world where the shelter life ends.
All grown up, trapped in the devils grin.
We can teach - then they can be taught.
Lets pray that they will not be - devil caught.
I am so many many things
So much to me life doth brings.
I am up and down, happy, sad
I am torn, solid, I am good and bad.
I have been through so many trials
It is a wonder that my face still smiles.
I am a sister and a few peoples friend
I fight for all I love to the bitter end.
I am daughter and a mother
I am all, not just one or the other.
For all my loved ones I will fight
With all I have for what is so right.
Win, lose, or even a draw
I still love them no matter the flaw.
I may sometimes seem I do not care
But believe me I am always there.
I care for all but some days I
Just need not to be asked why
I am not talking to any one
There is no reason, no none.
But there are days when I
Am always stopping by
Just to check on you
And to say" I love you"
I am a unique southern belle
Who knows just how to yell
And who finds a new calling
That others find appalling.
I am fire and I am ice
I am naughty and am nice
But one thing is for sure
I am none other than Kristy De la Keur.
If i could retake my life to bake again,
I’d say exactly where, what and when,
To my family and fundamentalist church,
To those with importance as a crutch.
I’d take that offer of life and health,
By taking that clinic of great wealth;
Carers set out all just for hurt, torn me,
Who could never openly climb the tree.
I would just decide to take that blow,
Which my society could directly throw,
If the police couldn’t constrain my dad,
If the social work couldn’t stop the gad.
If the doctor couldn’t prohibit my parents,
From their motorway journeys and vents,
When they wanted to visit me at Uni,
Every month, which was not of beauty.
To accept that rehab right and fair,
To become functional to toot and blair,
Would’ve been against their beliefs,
‘Cos they wished for me Christian motifs.
But that clinic appointment firmly offered,
As Hereward College would’ve proffered,
The ability to leave my parents straight,
To cold shoulder ‘em with my atheist gait.
So I’d change that, that day at college,
When an honest answer i didn’t manage,
To the question of whether or not i did wish,
To see the doctor, for a needed clinic swish.
My parental guardian would’ve agreed,
To that rehab, possibly, ‘cos she did heed,
That normal script of life and its doors,
Which opened to me any path on my shores.
She told me i could do just as i pleased,
And life any life i wished to, she greased;
She was fighting on my side, in my corner,
For my dignity, happiness and honour.
’Twas about eight o’clock,
And I dreaded the knock,
The Carollers of pure light,
With such Christian might.
They were to be an example,
To my atheistically driven amble,
To encourage me to sing along,
In next years Christmas song.
My age and so my friends,
My calibre was not my ends,
So I didn’t come out my room,
Until nine o’clock did loom.
They grinned and laughed,
Evangelically so dashed,
But I kept my self dignity,
For no more ambiguity.
I never sang the next year,
With them, crooked in fear,
Awkwardly standing open,
Maybe to fall over stricken.
There was a disabled person,
At church, same condition,
But he was never normal,
As I was when informal.
Hymns never relaxed me,
Just petrified a lover to be,
So to demand on me disability,
Would’ve been inhumanity.
They talked to me at church,
About why I’d left in the lurch,
Families who wished a song,
Would in spirit come along.
So I just got over them,
Allegations and their stem,
Which set them up above,
The things that I do so love.
I want to feel love and respect
With someone special the need to connect..
I want to feel that I alone matter
That I come first and never be the latter.
I want to be someones love acclaimed
Not someone who is to be ashamed
I want a love that cannot be defied
One that will not hide.
I want to be loved for me
Not for what someone wants me to be.
I want to be accepted for who I am
For I am no meek mild lamb.
I am so much more than expected
And yes I do sometimes need to be protected
But will always throw down and fight
For all that I believe is right.
I am simple and complex
For some days I surely do vex
But I will never ever hex
Unless said someone is an ex.
From my love I want affection
No one wants to feel rejection
I want to feel like I am needed
Not like I am someone to be be heeded.
Can anyone really love me for me?
Will my heart anyone truly see?
When it comes to me is there any clue?
Who is my true love? Is it you?
If this fair flower blossom not, The bulbul will not sing,
Nor rose-buds make the garden smile welcoming in the spring;
If he is not the saki, then nor jar nor wine will be,
Nor in this world will tawhid shine, Nor your heart beat in you;
Yonder ethereal skyey tent, This great name still sustains,
And dancing to its music, flows the blood in Life’s own veins.
It is in the forests and the hills, And on the tranquil plains,
On the seas, in the arms of waves, In roar of hurricanes;
A music heard in China’s towns, Morocco’s desert-song,
And hid within each Muslim’s heart, It makes his faith grow strong.
Let all the peoples of the world see till the end of time,
How I have made this glorious name beyond all thought sublime!
That pupil of the eye of Earth, Soil only dark men tread,
That region where have always been your martyrs born and bred,
That land upon the hot sun’s lap, That land of al-hilal,
Which lovers fondly love to call The land of their Bilal,--
Is all a-quiver with this Name, Like trembling mercury,
Like pupils dark, in pools of light, It swims perpetually!
Your shield be wisdom, be your sword the flaming Love Divine,
My fond dervish! do you not know that all the world is yours?
All else but God is at your feet, If sounds your Takbeer great;
If you a Muslim truly are, Your effort is your fate.
To my Muhammad be but true, And you have conquered me;
The world is nothing you will command My Pen of Destiny.
Kalam e Iqbal (The Answer to complaint by Allah AlMighty to Pious Muslim on their Kind Complaint)
Translated By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Just a maid,just sixteen
a serving girl,a go-between
upstairs and downstairs ,her scene
'til love was to intervene;
She,so young,he,the master's son
a web of attraction,begun
one rainy afternoon,in June;
A familiar tale,oft told
of one so shy,the other bold,
an affair that hot summer long,
despair did conclude that song;
A baby came the next Spring
but sadly sans a wedding ring,
he ,departed for the Great War,
the wench and baby shown the door;
In action,the teenage swain died,
the lass,and bairn,cried and cried
the family ,their kin despised,
conscience money salved their pride;
She another was to marry,
Her boy cared for by his Granny
Ne're once more to see this first son
None alive know why this was done.
Consequences lived on from my tale
as ,an emotionally crippled male.
Maana Ke Tu Katil Hai
Phir Bhee Rahate Dil Hai
Zeher Kee Nadee Hai Tu
Phir Bhee Kimatee Hai Tu
Maana Ke Tu Katil Hai
Phir Bhee Rahate Dil Hai
Zeher Kee Nadee Hai Tu
Phir Bhee Kimatee Hai Tu
Jinake Hausle Kam Hon
Teraa Saath Kya Denge
Jinake Hausle Kam Hon
Teraa Saath Kya Denge
Zindagee Idhar Toh Aa
Ham Tujhe Guzarenge
Strong women don't play victim, don't make themselves look pitiful, and don't point the finger. They stand and they deal.
The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts.
Happiness is the meaning and purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence.
Success is getting what you want, happiness is wanting what you get.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
https://youtu.be/M9DHq4rOc8s
Cherish me as I grow old, and am surely liable to forget things.
I know how interesting life is and the contentment it brings.
I know you'll make excuses to try and be miserable and even try not to go.
Now just have a good trip, even though I know your stress will just grow.
White, sandy beaches and salt tasted air, with an ocean so cold.
Aggravation sets in as we try to put our lawn chairs down to unfold.
Breathe, my love, its as simple as remembering the latch on the side.
Surely, all you had to do is ask, I'm tired of your old, stubborn pride.
Finally, we get our chairs situated and I'm ready to bask in the sun.
You ask for sun block and as I search, you assume I brought none.
Its just at the bottom of the beach bag, you stubborn old ass!
And don't think I don't see you sneaking a sip out of that flask!
I turn bronze as I used SPF 40, you chose SPF 15, and look at you.
Red as a lobster, mean as crab, and I'm enjoying the view.
I tried to tell you, but so stubborn, do you ever plan to listen?
Probably not now, nor never, so your skin will always be red and glisten.
How are you supposed to relax now that you can't move not even a limb?
Our stress free vacation, is as always, starting to look grim.
Oh well, aloe you up, and off to dinner we shall go and have some fun.
Take some Soma, Lortab, and Xanax and you'll be good and numb.
An hour later and you're stress free, and mostly out of that pain.
Good thing, because its in the forecast for Florida rain!
We'll hobble around the block and get soaking wet from head to toe.
Knowing tomorrow you'll be back in pain and stressed so we'll have to go.
But its like this every year, we plan to stay, but I know how you are.
One or two days of driving makes you stiff from sitting in the car.
It'll take the rest of our vacation for you to blister and finally peel.
You're the entertainment in my life, and that's why I'm with you still!