Long Prophet Poems
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Sign from the very sign itself? They asked, from you, a sign.
Is all well with these vipers? You thought. Are there mindsets fine?
Shouldn't they be content with the sign of Prophet Jonah?
They asked you to perform as though you're a play persona.
Jonah was in a whale's belly owing to Yahweh's wrath.
Tasting the sour vinegar of strife, he chose the right path.
You should be in the womb of the earth, you said, for three days.
To expound to the world how unique are the divine ways.
Queen of Sheba was pulled by the Wisdom of Solomon
Did she, yet, as though for eternity, last on her throne?
The incarnate has streams of wisdom flowing from his wells.
Is there anyone greater than him who saves from death knells?
You talked in signs about your death, grave, and resurrection.
Shouldn't all these pass through the process of crucifixion?
Excerpts from "Cordoba"
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Withered Roses
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
What shall I call you,
but the nightingale's desire?
The morning breeze was your nativity,
an afternoon garden, your sepulchre.
My tears welled up like dew,
till in my abandoned heart your rune grew:
this memento of love,
this spray of withered roses.
Ehad-e-Tifli (“The Age of Infancy”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The earth and the heavens remained unknown to me,
My mother's bosom was my only world.
Her embraces communicated life's joys
While I babbled meaningless sounds.
During my infancy if someone alarmed me
The clank of the door chain consoled me.
At night I observed the moon,
Following its flight through distant clouds.
By day I pondered earth’s terrain
Only to be surprised by convenient explanations.
My eyes ingested light, my lips sought speech,
I was curiosity incarnate.
Excerpt from Rumuz-e bikhudi (“The Mysteries of Selflessness”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Like a candle fending off the night,
I consumed myself, melting into tears.
I spent myself, to create more light,
More beauty and joy for my peers.
Longing
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Lord, I’ve grown tired of human assemblies!
I long to avoid conflict! My heart craves peace!
I desperately desire the silence of a small mountainside hut!
Life Advice
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This passive nature will not allow you to survive;
If you want to live, raise a storm!
Destiny
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Isn't it futile to complain about God's will,
When you are indeed your own destiny?
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Free me by Adejola Joseph
Free me
I want to be free
A bird in the air
A fish in the sea
A lion in the forest
A man on the soil
A cat in its track
I want to be free
So, free me
Freedom is priceless
Freedom is a gift
Freedom is joy
Freedom is heaven
Freedom is fun
I want to be free
So, free me
Free me like bondage is a chain
Free me like incarceration is a sin
Free me like a prisoner on parole
Free me like a game out of trap
Free me like a child out of the womb
Free me like water flowing from the stream
Free me like a goat out of the rope
Free me like a prophet on the mountain
Free me like a plane in the air
Free me like a ship on the sea
So, free me
I refused to be on the spot
I refused to stay on the spot
I am going to the promised land
Land flowing with milk and honey
So, free me.
( It seems the only thing eternal life has left me is eternal tears.
For my lost son Christopher; named after the god who suffers. )
I knew you before I met you
cage crossing through mad books
your stainless leap
forcep-blessed
matrix-reprieved
weaving bled-shred
embers to god-pled
braving
the cairn of night
to do full
dubious ends
god's just
flung to hijacked earth as
after-thought
of finer stone
slashed lash skin broke to Moses hues
whose mode struck cursed
to sudden wander
to tower-armed berths annexed next in
your voyeur's finger rage
to run abducted through heuristic sunk-end heads
and sacrifice your brokered queen
prove your tongue-burning tears
a strangled pen
inched favor from chain-shell shouts
sieved by sheltering friends
savaged the race-card feeds
fouled in chilling fidgets
glyphed everyman's advance
to cherish one ascending
giving divinity thought-shadow charges
to dodge doc's sunny reparteé
finally
bipolar glue-power unclogs the gash
cherish your psyche's wormwood-hack
your peace-ink cooling blue
your snow-truth judgement bridged
with one bank and a gun
whose prophet
son of none
_________________
Notes:
1. A journalist once asked the Dalai Lama if he had to reduce the teachings of Buddhism to one word, what would it be. His response was; "Compassion".
If asked to do the same for Christianity, my word, similarly, would be: "Kindness".
I am called to be a true keeper of the flame,
Of love, the ever greatest teaching, with the aim;
Of entwining the humans and other beings,
With an unbreakable bond of compassion-strings...!
This, indeed, is like bringing the moon down, so hard,
In a world, by volcanoes of vengeance, ash-charred;
Wars and battles, as though essential gifts held high,
Peace and harmony before them, in meekness, sigh...!
In slaughter of beasts and birds the humans take pride,
Behind pretenses of worships their evils hide;
Building forts and mansions fine forests they destroy,
Thwarting the rhythm of the cosmos, leap in joy...!
Mother earth, cracked by mundane evils, cries in pain,
Birds, beasts and marine creatures feel as though in chain;
Will the world, as made by God once, be seen again?
Will Adams and Eves, with pure probity, births gain?
I'm a prophet assigned with the mission divine,
Of bonding the strayed wild branches one with the vine;
Till the earth and the heaven into love unite,
As a keeper of flame, I must bestow my mite...!
14 March 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
A weather vane, swiveled on its spindle, catching a cold breath of tomorrow.
It was a wind that carried no sound, only the promise of change. Below, in the
hushed valley, the world lay in wait. Only the winds knew how deep the snow
would be—a blanket vast enough to quiet the earth, or merely a dusting of the
coming dawn. The vane held its rigid vigil, a silent prophet of the chill that
seeped into the marrow of the air.
It was all quiet, dormant in layers of hope. Yet the wind was still there. Like a torch. It will be, it will come. It was as if it wispered, I lay here, the wind of change, brought on these shores by the aeons. I am no easy. I am a torch, the promise of love, to be carried by those that are awake on these dormant landscapes.
This prophesy came by the prophet Amos
standing telling the message of the Lord
that a severe famine was on the way
for judgement is coming by His mighty sword
The Lord will send a famine of the living bread
they'll search all over from east to west
run to and fro seeking the divine word
it'll not be found it is no jest
This is coming true even in our present day
as people have itching ears what they hear
not wanting the inerrant authorative truth
so they die of thirst for God's word so clear
Where is the clear clarying call?
the urgent important need of the hour
to send forth the Lord's prophetic word
so we receive a mighty spiritual shower
Plead to the Lord to please send it forth
His word that only can make us complete
this living bread for without it we'll die
pray to receive such wholesome meat
(Behold, the days are coming declares the Lord God,
when I will send a famine on the land
not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water,
but of hearing the words of the Lord.
They shall wander from sea to sea,
and from north to east;
they shall run to and fro, to seek the word of the Lord,
but they shall not find it.)
Amos ch. 8 vs 11,12 (ESV)
Celestial Zodiac Jazz
In the constellation of sound, Where Miles Davis breathes celestial blue/
A Gemini's whim dances through the air/His notes like shooting stars
Twisting notes like a lover’s embrace/ His horn whispers secrets of the universe/
Ella Fitzgerald, a Taurus, Grounded in the lush, rich earth, Her voice a tapestry of jazz scat gold, Singing truths that resonate, I don’t want to sing anything that doesn’t come real, A declaration, a manifesto, a love letter to authenticity/
So dig John Coltrane, the Libra sage, Balancing melodies on the scales into the night, Fifth House echoes through Jazz radio play, Astrological rhythms align, Jazz numerology speaks in syncopation, Every note, every chord a constellation/ a harmonic convergence into the jazz Horoscope being/ the huge vastness of cosmic music and the individual brilliance of the Universe’s soul jazz soul/
Horace Silver, the prophet of the zodiac, Riffing on astrological charts/ Tarot readings in a smoky bar/ Horace-Scope, the map of our souls, In his music, we find our destinies/
Capricorn Rising with Pullen and Rivers, A cosmic journey,
From the depths of the earth to the Zodiac heavens/ Are you hip to the jazz flow/
The jazz scene has many secrets and a lot untold/ Standard time meets the twist of the hipster's jazz meter, where rhythms collide and are as explosive as Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers balancing act in their artistry/
A $1,000 horn in a $5000 car, Driving fifty miles for a $50 gig/ man, what a flipped-out ride/ This is the Jazz life, the pulse, the passion/ the highs and lows of should I stay or go/ club owners who take months to pay you for a gig you did weeks ago/ Yo, It’s Passion over profit, Artistry takes hold— Say, bro, are you into the jazz scene no mater what unfolds/
Never play anything the same way twice, For in improvisation, we find our freedom Jazz dance/ In the spontaneous spark of creation, We are all stardust, Floating on the notes of our existence the way it ought to be/
In the grand ever-changing nature of our mighty universe, Where jazz meets the heavens not by chance/
The prophet Isaiah clearly declared
of the coming of the Lord's way
by sending John the Baptist
to prepare for the Lord's day
John preached a message of repentance
for the forgiveness of sins in the wilderness
pointing to a greater one than he
who baptised with the Holy Spirit no less
John baptised the Christ in the Jordan
Jesus came up out of the river
and the heavens opened and spoke
my beloved son pleases me for ever
Jesus was driven by the Holy Spirit
into the wilderness for forty days
there tempted by the devil
angels were His aid scripture says
Jesus then went into Galilee
proclaiming God's glorious good tidings
telling repent and believe the gospel
such salvation joy Jesus brings
Jesus then calls His disciples
to follow Him becoming fishers of men
immediately they left their nets
as today He calls as Jesus did then
Mark 1 v 1-20
God is the ultimate source of all that you will need
He can give you your heart's desire, just abide by Him in deed
but the real heart of the matter is where your treasures lie
should also be the place where your heart resides
according to the book of Malachi,
the last prophet in the Old Testament
the church's money was not right for the congregation
would not contribute towards the rent
whenever you worship in any house of God,
you must comprehend and see
that it's the members tithes and offerings
that maintain the church's property
Malachi had been sent to tell the members
about the Lord God's command
they then rebelled, and became disobedient
falling short of God's master plans
yet all that you think you own
really belongs to the Lord God
and you have been blessed
with what you possess
only because of His regards
If your money is not right
It might be because of your behavior
by not following God's Commands
to tithe and atone for Jesus Christ the savior
just repent to the Lord God
and confess that you have been remiss
for your money might not get right until
you abide by His promises
just give the Lord His tithes
and offerings that are always due
and only ten percent
is what He does ask of you
then He will open the windows of heaven
to let blessings come down in abundancy
give as has been given to you
reciprocate God's generosity
understand that disobedient,
rebellious and unyielding minds
will not prosper not be profitable
when dealing with God's Kind
for obedience and sacrifice
will lead you to God's milk and honey
but if you continue to selfish
then your money will stay funny
so whenever you receive a word from God
just do as He expects
sacrifice, compromise
and don't forget to sign the check
the ultimate makeover
having your finances
come to God's sight
give as the Lord God gave to you
and then your money might get right