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We fill ourselves up with artificial love
Inviting momentary lust in to fill the void
We trick ourselves into thinking this is what dreams are made of
We crawl into these alluring bed of lies
All the while losing our self respect in the process
We ignore the fact that this entity is our desperation cleverly in disguise
We feed into this superficial mentality
What we have to offer is solely a physical bond
We give in to the social norms while giving up our morality
We live by these standards and start to become hollow
Nothing we partake in seems to have any meaning
We choke back tears and our reality becomes hard to swallow
Lift your head love you have so much more to impart
You are more than what you are given credit for
Please live life to the fullest and follow your heart
I promise you are brighter than the sunshine
You bring happiness and laughter to those around you
So open your heart to the idea and you will be just fine
plane, bus 'n train
elevators 'n escalators
revelers 'n sale-day crowds
is where we meet
STRANGERS!
looking away,
with no eye-to-eye contact
no nod, wink, grunt of 'Hi's',
never ever recognizing
the sharers of the commons
shoved together
withdrawn incognito.
Here for thee be :
The Ten Commandments of Crowd Etiquette
Thou Shalt Honor Thy and Their Personal Bubbles
Thou Shalt Not Partake in Olfactory Betrayal
Thou Shalt Not Greet Strangers with a Nod, Only with Indifferent Defiance
Thou Shalt Yield Thy Seat only to the Ill, with-Child, Frail, Aged & the Lovely
Thou Shalt Stand Thy Ground, Letting Others Squeeze Pass Reluctantly
Thou Shalt Not Covet Another’s Seat or Space
Thou Shalt Keep Thine Phone Silent at Thine Side, and Do Not Speak
Thou Shalt Bear No Grudges for Shoves, Humphs & Grunts in Tight Spaces
Thou Shalt Honor all Queues, Despite their Length and Thy Lateness
Thou Shalt Yen the Zen of Strangers in Common Humanity
The time of the year was ripe with people being able to change their styles of fashion and desires by merely becoming part of a holiday that allowed them to be different.
It was a time of the year when a person could be mature by being immature with others, including their friends and families.
Who did not want to partake in this festive season they will know to be the people that would always be negative to those that were different than them and they would do this by showing it to the holiday. They were indifferent.
It was not going to be a time of year of enjoying all bright color flowers unless it was part of the costumes of some men and women who would have the costume with the lilies.
Sometimes the gathering with Tom Tom clouds a judgment of the day!
With a commercialization of the west, what was going to say, if you saw that the tradition set force between him, and all the others of different backgrounds, even with the background similarities sat down to eat!
The only goal was to fill their bellies with calories upon calories until they set their mind at bay!
They consumed everything with the tools, and then with their hands that they used to beat their meat!
After the bird had been reduced to bones upon their table it was now time for the true desires of their heart to occur!
Now the time to make a desert would be in the plans of the one that had a flower upon her breast
Every year they would start earlier and never seem to analyze anything as if they were in a rhythm that kept their minds in a blur!
With all the stress she would feel after living a life of constant chores and tears, it become apparent that previous choices would have given her a peaceful rest!
True love as a single soul does not need holidays to show love through commercialism for their children as love is in the living spirit of life!
Her peace would only start when her true unknown love would make her a wife!
I left my naivety back in the hood
to explore the empathy in my heart.
And deep in my soul I feel that I’m good
somewhat smart, but don’t overplay that part.
I’m humble, yet I’m kinda proud of me
principled by the absolutes of truth.
And I stay as far from hate as can be
recalling the lessons learned in youth.
I embrace fantasy, and like to dream
yet fav reality's bittersweet wine.
And there have been times I’ve wanted to scream
but for the most part everything is fine.
I’ve tried my best to stand by what I say
opting for reason, I ignore the fool.
And fought battles for friends that went away
yet let them know I love them, and all’s cool.
I work hard, but I’m a gambler at heart
sometimes I’ve lost and had to start over.
And overcame my fears with each fresh start
by learning to let karma takeover.
In touch with my beliefs I don’t hide them
yet, I’m sensitive of others' feelings.
And I don’t partake in fights or mayhem
always staying clear of shady dealings.
So, tell me Dad, is your son now a man?
Oct.26, 2018
In response to IF.... Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
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
God! Your graces upon me have been unique!
In you, I find solace and safe from fatigue!
Vices all wiping, you've made me Angelique!
Innermost heart of mine is your shrine mystique!
None, in this world, can give your peace Dynamique!
God, I thank you with my whole soul and physique!
Grand, I may serve my neighbors so graciously!
Outlooks mine changing, keep perspectives purely!
Divinity yours drawing diligently,
Life mine may I surrender to you humbly!
You, be, my guiding force ever endlessly!
Grand Master of Gentleness and compassion!
Reflect on me light of your resurrection!
Allowing me to partake in your mission!
Change my life. Bring overall transformation!
Emmanuel! Make me your living mansion!
15th May 2021
Giving Godly Grace Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
This scribble has nothing to do with the famous song of Simon and Garfunkel. It's just a story I invented.
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I bought a cottage in the middle of nowhere,
Right at the edge of the countryside,
Any curious men rarely visited it,
So I stocked it well with food
And worked all alone on my laptop
Electric poles provided current.
So I could enjoy the peace
Within the sound of silence.
I had left the cities full of noise,
Only songbirds broke the silence of the site,
But that I could bear well enough.
Within the sound of silence.
Winter came and soon I was snowbound.
That’s when a knock sounded on my door.
Reluctantly I opened up my place.
There, on the threshold stood a woman
All drenched up and with flimsy clothes.
Her beauty stunned me. I let her in.
My car has stopped, she stammered.
So I sent her up to have a hot bath,
Gave her my dressing gown and invited her
To partake in a hot chicken broth
and some ill-prepared food.
And all this was done as I stood
Mute but mesmerised by her allure
For it was the time for silence.
Bad weather kept her imprisoned in my home,
Few words were exchanged
But she felt the power of silence.
A week later, the countryside was clear of snow.
She phoned a garage to pick up her car.
Then I decided to take her on the river,
How beautiful she looked in her proper clothes.
We got in a boat and paddled away to an islet.
We disembarked and partook of a picnic she had prepared
We spoke little but we came close.
She smiled and timidly I kissed her for the first time.
I felt my heart throbbing but all was quiet
Within the sound of silence.
We married a year later and eventually
The cottage was soon filled
With the crying of a newborn sound.
We were elated and made such a fuss.
Gone was the sound of silence.
Power and Form
Are the two elements of a human life
Our words are sweet and sometimes sour
However it’s a deadly trace throughout the human race
We say yes too often to satisfy our so-called rational minds
Is the life of a poet/poetess more fulfilling than a farmer?
Are we the expression of nature?
Or victims of a regimental affiliations
We are as you know impossible and unpredictable
Because we all are crazy species
Power and form
There is no more secret society
The secret of man is publicize under watchful eyes
The world looks into our families’ photos
Looking for the perfect quota,
As each and everyone one of us partake in online revelry
Like an disciplinary cavalry
However, within our soul lies the truth.
I lost one year, one birthday
I rebirth and lost my power and position
Atlas! I am in the lower realms
Now I am in heaven
who are you now but a version of who am i
we are but question mark bombs that will eventually explode in time
when we explode, what will we confess to
when the date was fresh, why did we not engrave it lasting memories
who am i now but a facsimile of who are you
we are but an exclamation point in the middle of nowhere
when we explore, what will we actually discover
when the nature was ripe, why did we not partake in the healing elements
we are now familiar new arrivals in an altered state of never known unknown
what was one planet earth revealed is now space age miunderstood
we were once champions of unified connection in an ever so perfect neighborhood
now we are just objects of desire for the unfiltered appetite of the square root of normalcy's regularity....
It can take me when the end comes,
be it by sickness, age, or gun,
Snuff out a light started at birth,
stuff me down in cold, dark Earth,
Make my loved ones wail and cry,
when it comes my time to die,
But one thing that gets me is this:
it can never make me not exist,
It can’t undo what I have wrought,
blank out the lessons that I taught,
Can’t change the cold reality,
that things were done, and done by me,
Can’t rob the joy, the love, the fear,
that stretched across my numbered years,
I think that’s why death is so rough,
so brutal on the ones we love,
Forever it must cut us down,
our lives ring like deafening sound,
A song that’s sung, but not by it,
a symphony that will not quit,
It wishes it could be a part,
partake in life’s tangible art,
But death can’t feel the living joys,
so it hunts us, ever annoyed,
Can never know a baby’s hug,
or bare feet on an old, shag rug,
Can never taste a barbecue,
or the smell of a car when new,
Can’t know that it’s a ticking clock,
that gives meaning, makes us take stock,
Can’t know that when you do not end,
it might as well all be pretend,
I think that’s why death brings the hate,
it lives a life that has no weight,
However short these years of mine,
death is jealous of my time.