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In Taiba Niasse's embrace, a SAGE did rise,
Sheikh Ibrahim Niasse, under African skies.
Tijaniyya's beacon, a mystic so grand,
sheikh Al Islam, a waliyi proMax
Spreading wisdom, love across the earth.
In robes of serenity, his presence did glow,
Through Sufi teachings, a river did flow.
A lantern of knowledge, shining brightest,
Sheikh Ibrahima Niasse, a celestial light.
From Senegal's heart, to the Saharan dunes,
His words echoed, like harmonious tunes.
A spiritual guide, a compassionate seer,
In the tapestry of time, a luminary peer.
The greatest lover, of the holy Prophet when Baye speaks, about Muhammad (SAW), we see no difference
A gem so beautiful, nobody could figure.
A lion so charismatic, loved by all
In shadows cast, by strength he stood,
Sheikh Ibrahim niasse, like a lion grand.
Majestic spirit, fierce and free,
Roaring courage, wild decree.
Eyes ablaze, with fiery might,
Heart untamed, a daring sight.
Baye so open, yet unseen
Known by all, believed by few
Worked so hard, even as a child.
With humility vast, as the ocean's expanse,
Legacy woven, in threads of devotion,
Sheikh Ibrahim Niasse, an eternal ocean.
Sheikh Ibrahim Niasse, the adorable enigma.
Upon the winds whispering so gently a love story unfolds
Under soft beautiful clouds with rainfalls splashing love
With two lovers holding, caressing, and kissing one another
The radiant azure sky fresh with recent rain and a rainbow
Gives way toward evening to a cold moon face wishing to
Take the two lovers to a faraway special place full of sunshine
This magical place is where the sun shines forever beautiful
And the feelings, desires, passions, and emotions of love are
Always together true as ONE of a much bigger love portrait
This young man and woman walk hand-in-hand very much in
Love while listening to the far distant echoes thundering from
Surrounding cliffs while near the ocean dream seagulls cry aloud
As the man opens the gates of this paradise with his special lady
They both experience at once blinding tears of warm joy, and he
Just wants to fulfill immediately her every wish to be happy in love
The young man tells his sweetheart with a most earnest passion:
“Dearest One, I want so much to make you happy my precious love!”
Our love My Sweet unites our bodies and souls so complete and whole
These two lovers have found their paradise fulfilling their dream of being
Together always walking under a wonderful star-filled sky dazzling pure
Sharing their love and seizing their very destiny now—Two now as ONE
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright ©
All Rights Reserved (January 11, 2015) (Unrhymed Tercet)
The plight of a poet's words
having no one to read
With our souls full of emotions
needing to be freed
It's our duty to show others a
world through our eyes
Breathing truth into subjects
doing away with the lies
Where the ocean kisses the
tan sandy shores
Anything sounds seductive
with well placed metaphors
Beauty in the words so that
they can loudly speak
Or as they softly murmur
as listeners they seek
All along just wanting to
be read and appreciated
While admiring the beauty with
their meanings well debated
Spring, fall, summer, and winter
all gorgeous seasons
Describing each spectacular
one's way to be teasin
So let's ride upon the
moonbeams brilliant glow
Listen how echos bounce
off planets in perfect flow
Using our words of poetry
to be descriptively read
Showing how we weave
words with silver thread
6/18/2020
When I say, "I am Shiva,"
I actually mean I'm eternally one with pranava.
I've always existed: we each have our atma.
I destroy bad karma to recreate my dharma.
When I say, "I am Vishnu,"
I actually mean we are one, as I am all of you.
We're all divine entities preserving what's true.
I preserve reality in the cosmic ocean we brew.
When I say, "I am Brahma,"
I actually mean we create based on every law,
We create things which may each have a flaw,
Only because we must learn lessons of karma.
When I say "I am an aspect of Brahman,"
I actually mean I am more than simply human.
So are you, you just need to realize you can
Transcend and see how cycles forever span.
I'm no scholar, nor do I lay claim to above-average intelligence. However, I suggest that the question is not, "Have you the ability?" But rather, "Have you the availability? That is the real question.
Like ocean tides that keep rushing to the shores; Or like rivers beating their pathway with a steady roar, God can inspire the least of us for His own purpose and Glory.
And based on my experience and what I have observed In both the Scriptures and in life, God does not demand Perfection as a Divine prerequisite for usefulness.
But rather, it is to the extent of our AVAILABILITY and Our yeildedness to God that He is able and pleased to use us. Few are those available compared to those who are able.
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If they make you transform into a puddle of goop at their feet, then you know you’re in trouble and you should run before it gets too deep
If they convey that the words in the love songs that they hear make them think of you, and that they never paid attention to the words before, not until they found you
If they make your heart stop beating just by looking deeply into their eyes, if they make you lose your breath just from a single touch and then you audibly sigh
If they can make you feel their presence from across the room, if they can make your heart leap into your throat then forgive the language, but you’re screwed
If they can make all of the outside world vanish just from speaking your name, and if they can make your craziness disappear and suddenly you’re sane
If they can look into your eyes and you can feel them examining your soul, if they can do this then you better run before it’s too late, I know
If they can make you want nothing more than to feel their lips on your own, if they can stare you down without blinking and do nothing but turn you on
If they can just sensually run their fingertips across your skin, and if they can make you wish with every part of you that this feeling never has to end
If they can read your every thought and put words to it and express it to your racing heart, if they can make you cry out in ecstasy in a way that no one has ever thought
If they can love you after and hold you in their arms and you feel so spent but at the same time complete, if they can make you want to lie with them forever and do anything but sleep
If they can profess their undying love for you and back it up with such pure heartfelt emotion, if they can promise that they will find you wherever and that they will cross any ocean
If they can tell you I love you as they look so deeply into your eyes, if they can just walk away thereafter and never look back then you know it was all a lie.
Notions To Ponder
Ancient sacred Hallowed ground astounds the place where footsteps fear to tread
Complacent sounds among the working poor as they are consumed with dread
Adjacent mounds of prayer that culminate to form the voices in her head
Renascent formations of heavenly dispensations for the reborn and the dead
Movement upward toward the notion of relief
Improvement for the dreary who are consumed by latent grief
Amusement of the masses as the technology imposes like a thief
Inducement of the natural world that defies all logical belief
Anaesthetically disempowered by the nature of mankind
Momentarily devoured by the greedy and unkind
Consequentially showered by thoughts of benevolence and refine
Instrumentally de flowered as one dances in perfect mime
Wondering through time and space to contemplate an afterthought
Pondering upon disgrace as one is feeling over wrought
Plundering the earth defaced as resources can be bought
Encumbering the sacred space of a philosophical astronaut
Divinations and invocations of conceptual devotion
Intonations of elevations that rise above the ocean
Collaborations of condemnations as she is overcome with emotion
Insinuations of contemplations that preside over all the commotion
The End
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
AMALINA: THE QUEEN OF SHEBA
To the Queen of Sheba.
Unraveling of your thesis and your folklore
To devour your whole body in form of study
Zipping the raw facts in the mind's lobby
Trying to digest them, stew over them
As I reach for my wine glass stem
So I let them simmer on the back-burner,
The knowledge of you is never in conclusions
The whole of you: regurgitate all in discussions
Diverse shades of you cooked up in explanations
Hoping they do not seem half-baked from head to toe
Your eyes were glittering jewels that seized my soul,
Take me to Sheba and witness my ecstatic reign
And your dry ground be wet with heavy rain
To wash away your clumsiness and depression
And give your life sense of homeliness and expression
Sail with the westwind to blow you ashore
Right at the lake of rough diamonds,
The kingdom of King Vick the Solomon
To drink from the ocean of wisdom
And bask in the affectionate comfort of Cupid
Having being shot afar in the Queen City,
The Grenfell Tower couldn't shield you from these arrows of love
Emanating from the base of Lagos City,
The City that never sleeps and never seek pity.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 29th Aug. 2017.
From a reddish horrifying gloomy cloud which brings upon a frowning
beast~ I shall overcome and finally a smile shall bring me peace—poet :)
Smiles are weapons against pain
Armor protection for depression or hate
Diffusers for an opponent’s attack
Antidotes of dopamine and cortisol
Smiling eyes are the windows to the soul
some say, yet smiles can be deceiving
A player uses his charm that sweeps you away
An enemies leer stirs unspoken innuendos,
mouth is smiling yet dead eyes defy
A ghoulish grin denies it's upside-down smile,
scornful cinnabar smears, spanning ‘cross the lips
from cheek-to-cheek as fingers paint
when tears deny a petulant pout
‘Tis what makes me frown
What makes me smile can be admired in;
Arts colorful paintings, ancient and new
Fashion Design, Egyptian hieroglyphics
Poetry, witty with a bit of whimsy
humorous Limericks with mindful tricks
Animals and a child's innocence
a baby’s giggle, a kitten’s purr,
a puppy’s warmth, a bird’s chirp
Musicals songs, Movies Rom-coms
Theatre recites, the Opera excites
Dances that mash up with Western music, high energy
fusion of styles global, multifaceted technique
Bolly-Hop, Disco-Funk, Tap! Is sheik
Music's nostalgia, classical is golden
Nature's moonshine, sunshine, a stolen starry night
Red bourbon rosette, blue violet, fragrance flowers
From land to Ocean, to the crystalline sapphire sea
Food and drink, Antipasto, mint Iced Tea,
Tapas and Sangria, Hors d’oeuvres and cognac
Finally and most of all what makes me smile?
Love of life, so free-spirited, it gives love back
Incinerate my corpse when I'm gone,
It might sound weird but it's already decided alone,
Prudent it is,when you offer my wish,
Not to say,you're honouring my departures dish,
Not to think you're paying homage to me as tribute,
That time will I be conscious of not even a rebuilt,
Regard this statements as folly,
Jerk your hand against me wholly,
Yesterday served the world a tasty and bitter plate of pancakes,
We all ate together;everybody got filled as stake,
Today really won't be exempted from pernicious days,
Brought to me a strong and staunch fighters race,
In spite of it not being gendered,it proved a sapient lesson,
Offered me with a boxer's poison,
Stood me at the front line to win,
My fans cheered for a king,
At a tender age,I was solidified with rebel regulations,
"Yeah,...hero of our pride",they screamed in sections,
But I don't think they wish to be in my shoes,
Sniffles and tremble over rules,
"Will you keep your face with so much wounds,
Just because of cheers from fans?",my wife told me,
Offers came in from tight plea,
And wasn't able to refrain from them,
At last,I lost everything;including my wife,
"The end of a man is not defined by a fall",
I always pick this statement as an analogy with confidence,
Nothing was available to excite my child,
Out of frustration,she sometimes makes me appear mild,
Better days ahead of speech,I won back everything,
Renewed home was established together with my daughter,
Possibly,tried to hustle not each other for happiness,
Her mum was not with us,and that kept our souls troubled,
It was strong and sad step rumbled,
We can talk about that later,
If I don't talk about heavy rain falling around me,
"Dad what else do we need aside this son of GOD ,called Jesus?",
She will tell you all dealers,
And memories will groan in wildness,
Causing you to jump over an ocean with matches,
Take off the gloves from my hands,and burn me into ashes,
Because,I'm done with the fighter in a ring.