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Oh,my dear hot star sun, You are the mother sky's son, Daily you are born in the east, And slowly dies in the west. Oh,my dear big ball of hot gas, You reflect like luminous glass, Day and night are made by you, You're the day star of the sky of blue. Oh,my dear sphere of hot plasma, You give heat to earth chasma, Are you help plants to grow and alive, All organisms need you for life and live. Oh,my dear shining eye of sky, You're center of solar system close by, All the planets revolve around you, Your gravity keeps them in orbit true. Oh ,my dear big burning lamp, You make wakeup all in the dawn camp, People worship you as their creator, Without you living things can't live greater.
O glorious dear sun, sovereign of the day, in the sky above
you’re one whose radiance resembles a little of God’s love;
by nurturing all creatures in the world with your unique rays
and setting such a high standard that homage everyone pays.
The Earth and all known planets habitually revolve around thee
as children do their parents whose offspring they happen to be.
Your emissary in the night sky, the moon, a bright reflection is
serving us as a reminder of thy glory while displaying all of his.
You shine on one and all and no discrimination ever make
regardless of who they are and what they do for their sake.
It is no wonder then that people have worshiped you as a deity in the past
and even now continue to do so in ways associated with the weather forecast.
When your light is obstructed by clouds all seems to be somber and gray
but when the sky is clear your majestic presence illumines the whole day.
The whole world in fact dances to thy rhythmic score which has been set
and plays itself out daily as the dawn and dusk through a yearly quartet.
You have such a strong influence on all life as we know it here
that whether we like it or not you’re a symbol of hope and cheer.
Though it has also been noted that you sometimes have an extreme side
but this depends on the whims of nature to which all things must abide.
All in all to the naked eye you alone reign supreme in the sky’s vast firmament
but to those who see further you’re one of countless others which you represent.
The stars in the night sky are your brothers and sisters no matter how distant they be
some being greater and brighter, but made of the same basic stuff, in the cosmic sea.
There are so many secrets hidden in your bosom which are yet to be revealed
that if and when the time comes much is to be known about life still concealed.
In fact the power and energy that flows to us from you I daresay has a divine source
because you yourself are a center and beacon of a universal benign and creative force.
And just as you really give so much and seem to ask for nothing in return
I humbly offer this ode to you in praise which by your inspiration did learn.
And although most intelligent creatures hold you in such high esteem
please also acknowledge our debt to you for allowing us to daydream.
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My sad, deplorable glory is a nightmare for another
This knowing is sickening to the bone
The need for anothers' pain is like a virus
Slitting the veins of truth and delirious want of false
Watching the bile flow through
I emptied a full, sorrowful glass for you
Without even a moment’s glance
Your parched lips opened to drink
But like poison the sustainable exhalation surrounded your body
I shrank at the shrieks of your disquietude
Not knowing what to do
Expression died with the loss of flow
I couldn’t flourish in the bleak winters of your loss
I couldn’t grow
All happiness in a flash of susceptibility
Turned to woe
I gave into thinking it was all an unworthy dream
But the answers, the symbolism was never clear
The loss of your very soul is what I fear
I never meant to poison you in what I take as nourishment
And here now you rot
At the expense of these sad, empty tunes
They must mean close to nothing to you
Pain
Pain
Why do I revolve around the pain?
The empty glass of your spirits remains stained
With the insides of all things true
Torn away
Smothered in a ghostly, ghastly gore
I couldn’t see you could not take it
The sorrow I meant to erase to fake it
But instead make it
The reason I live is to sing for you
To disintegrate the swelling blue
But instead I crawled into your only space
Leaving only disgrace
The gore splattering in jewels across your face
I’ll tell you what
All my achievements are naught
They are only fakes
I am nothing without God’s grace
I spurt with illegitimate words and tunes
That you can never face!
As if by the heaven I inspired
I am drunken with your bile
Of pride risen above the mile
What is this sadness—
This anger, this madness?
Show me what to do
Show me what to say
I’ll dispose of all vagaries I dared to feel today
And replace it with pain
Replace it with pain
Discordance from another is my nightmare smothered
And this the majority crave
The need—the desire for acknowledgement
We will take it to the grave
I never wanted heartless fame
A poison in a cup
I never wanted anything
Only to fill you up
I poured the glass and there it came
Just sad, tired air
Nothing left to give you
Not even the sentiment of a stare
The truth is I am scared
The truth is I am scared
I guess, at times we are all. . .
Not there
7/13/13
A Sky of Water
Arabic Poem By: Falah Al-Shabender*
Traslate By
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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A sky of water
Doesn't blaze in a glance;
It follows us, as we head towards it,
Fraying its essence,
And transcending in its mysteries;
Emptiness .. Mooing.. And dizziness swallow us,
Undigested.
Here our faces are prayers,
The horizon is a hearth of died out ashes
No effort is needed
For faith in the supreme.
A phoenix
From the far away echo
Drops a shadow painting a sign,
The road leads to.........
Only if I had a seeder
For this bird hovering above us,
And if I hoped for any good from it!
But, No; it's there by chance!
If I set up a trap for it,
I'd capture it.
But, no,
Not this.. and not that!
We've defined its sky,
And I have the seeds for it
-What are your seeds?
-Words, Sir!
-I don't think it reads.
-But it could hear!
In the floating cave, their fourth was the bird,
Landed on the threshold.
- Only if this bird would write us on land,
To be our witness!
Of wood they carved a ladder,
And climbed the index of birds;
Their mu'ezzin called:
The nigt is nibbling at the day,
Digging its valley,
Pouring in seepage of the last farewell;
In the naked night,
We become more than what we are..!
And what hangs us to the sudden in the darkness,
We wait to see what comes out of its abode;
Because this hour,
Is the hour of mere animal!
It senses our nakedness,
Chills with patience
Floating creeps in .. A floating drum
Over a sky of water
The voice creeps ...
Somber chant:
The opposite triumphed........... The opposite is defeated
Falling rain .......... Rising smoke
Breathing and exhaling
The opposite triumphed........... The opposite is defeated,
And the foam exhales
Paper of disgraced thoughts;
The waves giggle;
We retreat, swinging with bias,
Turn around, and revolve around "the intoxicated boat;"
We retreat,
Our backs meet,
And we join;
The tough waits for the tough
"To be or not to be" ............ That is the guffaw!
Oh, sovereign power of the sea,
We are sand;
The bird is belated
And we are picked up by dust.
*****
Translatedby:
Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
USA
February 2010
*Falah Al-Shabender is a poet from Iraq
The original text in Arabic: http://www.alnoor.se/article.asp?id=80084
If looks and money are what your about
your not getting very far with me
If you believe we use sattelites in space to watch television
you have to be kidding me
One happy victom
center of attention of the brand new dance
teaching his mentors the set up
and allowing them to practice
unbeknownst to the hardcore satanists
we have been watching them all along
practicing our own genre of miracle play
and plotting to trump the hole in their plot
Now they believe in magic
as the media strings them along
i am soo easy to get to
since i am the blind leading the blind
practicing the perfect act
to get away with the perfect crime
this is the leash around your neck
and suddenly it has become mine
Center stage of a plot
where they carry out the joke of me
never understanding my subtle warnings
never fully knowing
there is a hole in the plan
for the world does not revolve around you
and your twisted desires
we did what was right
and will continue to fight fire with fire
Act 1 scene 1 practice makes perfect
act 1 scene 2 an act of our own
act 1 scene 3 deadlocked and now you know
The life around me, fitting me like a glove
a practiced routine
waiting to be noticed so we can play our trump
Spy versus spy versus spy
and in the middle the blind leading the blind
the story of a century you cant afford not to pay attention to
but miss out on it all the time
We told you it was a group effort
to do your bidding mr. powerful renegade
this choke chain around my neck should remind you something
something we have in common
but you didn't know i was refraining from pulling the chain
it's getting harder to breath this unbreathable air
it's getting more difficult to handle the constant lies and drama
I will be fine
just pull this chain
choke you back
we will switch shoes
and welcome to my cult classic
Spy versus spy versus spy
soo many people playing yet too many oblivious for their own good
i could keep this up for your best interest
but thats not suiting me anymore
so we watch you practice your routine
wait for the hole in your plan
and prove it
we are deadlocked
deadlocked
no way out for all involved
I step to the side
you get whats coming to you
i get to move on
(TW : Abusive marriage )
So we are here in this garden less green than the ones you promised .
Oh you say this ?
you the girl with eyes browner than the skin , 5 feet of womanhood , 7 inches of literature .( says the man who plays the man)
How I wish I could revisit those 5 inches !
(Says the girl who plays the wife , who could revolve around the world but revolved around this holy fire less holy more fire )
You , weren't you my partner satellite moon ? Or were you another mercury ?
I thought you were sugar , you'd mix in hot water when I'd make tea for you but Alas !
You were always mercury , meant to vapourize and
then suddenly enter my body to cause sleep disorders and nervous breakdowns .
So I have a question paper like the ones they give in schools to fool children .
1)Is this my monologue like every other or will you reply ?
2)Are you dead or you pretend to be ?
3)Can I your wife play dead ?
and if I play dead , will you make food for chotu and manage the laundry ?
4)Can wives play dead or become "Plutos" , leaving the solar system with its fireball and mercury leaving no trace of cool winds and dwarfism ?
I have a last questions to ask , like Neil Armstrong had for moon .
5)Did the moon turn out to be what he expected or did he find craters ?
If he found craters I would travel to the past in a time machine or my washing machine and tell him that he was lucky to find craters on the moon , I never found a moon except for karvachauth , the festival they make us celebrate to see the real moon and then see the mercury that appeared like moon but wasn't .
Though I am not allowed to answer you back but let me open ,
ans) I , Sarla , the wife of a man who is just a man wasn't lucky enough to find a moon when I was sent away from my brown and blue earth with grasslands green and sky as blue as lapis lazuli
I wish I could play dead or
extremely volatile like you do but there are clothes to wash ,
lies to be recited in the ears of children when they ask for stories .
How I wish I could recite them poems from literature but Alas !
I am Sarla and I am just 5 feet tall , tall enough to remain invisible in this solar system .
#Tragedy #Society #Struggle
I lay on a bed and
I hear voices beside me,
But alas, For I cannot see the beings,
From whom my name is spoken.
My eyes are closed and the darkness surrounds me but not the same,
For my darkness is not black, More it is the colour of darkness that you see,
When you close your eyes.
The black is present but there within a mix of colour that resembles images of the mind,
It matters not for darkness is not what I hear.
I listen to the words of an argument that seems to revolve around me but of no importance
to me,
For there are no words being spoken,
The silence is aerie as the argument carries on into the depths of an abyss,
Their words care not for me but what I should mean to them…..
Them who are speaking these words of silence, those who battle over my life,
Who are they? I will find out.. I will find out NOW.
I struggle but succeed to pry open my eyes and I see, They whom will decide my fate,
As I gaze upon their being I feel no fear from neither of them, only an over whelming
Feeling of pure nothingness, No Good nor Evil, No right nor wrong, Just nothing,
I speak to one but they are the same, I ask my question “Who are you that argue in the
Silence of my mind?” and they reply “WE ARE AND THAT IS ALL WE WILL EVER BE”,
I think for a moment then I ask “If you are and all you will ever be, What are you?” their
answer is
“ONE IS THE BEGINNING AND ONE IS THE END BUT WE ARE ONE”, So as I ponder on their
reply,
I ask my final question “If you are and all you will ever be, If one is the beginning and one is
the end but you are one, Then why do you choose the form of two?” To which they simply
folded there arms and said “WE DO NOT CHOOSE ANY SUCH FORMS BUT RATHER WE SHOW
HOW YOU WOULD PERCEIVE US BEST”, I sit confused then they turn to me and say.
Their question startles me but I give my answer with no hesitation , Then they are gone,
I stand in the darkness and mutter “Let there be light” I flick the switch on the wall and in a
flash,
FROM THE DARKNESS COMES LIGHT.
A question for you who read about my life…
Given the choice between the path of ultimate Good and ultimate Evil, Which would you
choose?
I gave my answer, Can you really give yours?
Perfection is not seen in man but your perfection
Is beyond precious stones
Only the sun and the moon knows how far you climbed
To get Me down.
Life could have been incomplete in your absence.
You had no silver or jewels to offer
When I needed, but you made it clear that you would have given if it were there
Still you gave something even better.
Something that will never leave my heart
I never really knew I could die for someone
I never knew I could die for you
But am proud to say,
If you didn't mind risking your life to have me
I don't mind too.
My heart has been broken so many times,
But never by you.
You fix them, even when you run out of bandage.
I know in my heart that in hundred of years
I would still wish to have you as a guide.
A guide that covers in times of rain
A guide that sacrifices in time of need
A guide that comforts in time of hurts.
You could only be found on earth
Not even in Venus.
But where you reside is in my heart
Human cannot appreciate you
Only the heavenly atmosphere are aware
Of your tender care
They sing to your patient.
They clap to your hard work
And they revolve around your smile
I can only forget to remember,
The tensity of your hood
For in you my little secret is safe.
The remembrance of your deed
Uproots tears from my within
The elaboration of your effort in my head
Competes with my goals
On being the smaller you
Your happiness is my life fulfillment
Your personality should be drawn on the
Walls of the country
You have no governmental income
But my needs are always met.
You made me know that being broke is
A state of mind
And you prepare me for the future
You have proved yourself thousands of times
Your strength cannot be bounded even by the oceans
For you are strong,
And you have shown that In the labour room
You being a gem
Is far beyond pushing out
But Completing it by providing,
Caring, and encouraging me.
You're rare indeed
Today I am fulfilled
In being your daughter
I love you mother.
And I hope you know in your heart
That everything I do is all for you.
(Written in 1970 when I was a junior in high school)
Kyle’s only three and quite the tyke
And he wants to ride a two wheel bike
But his mom and dad say he’s too small
And they’re afraid that he might fall
Now on his cheek a tear-track’s stain
He’s suffering from growing pains
Jill’s just thirteen and she can’t wait
‘Til she goes out on her first date
She finds it hard to bite her tongue
When her parents say she’s still too young
She feels this treatment is inhumane
She’s suffering from growing pains
At twenty-four Paul’s a broken man
He went to college with big plans
‘Til he gave in to that young girl’s charms
And she stuck a needle into his arm
Now his plans revolve around cocaine
He’s suffering from growing pains
She’s thirty-five and should have it all
Because Erin was always the belle of the ball
But four kids and a job have taken their toll
And now she is feeling far beyond old
She once was a beauty but now she’s just plain
She’s suffering from growing pains
He’s forty-one and Bill had success
But now his life is a real mess
He thought to be rich, but he hadn’t figured
That he’d end up married to a gold digger
He has everything to lose and nothing to gain
He’s suffering from growing pains
Just fifty-six and in Jean’s once sharp mind
Her thoughts and dreams are so intertwined
That she doesn’t know which ones are real
Or what emotions she should feel
The doctor’s say she’s quite insane
She’s suffering from growing pains
Sixty years have now come and gone
And Bob sits staring at his lawn
He once took great care to keep it neat
Now it hurts too much to be on his feet
And he tries so hard to not complain
He’s suffering from growing pains
She’s seventy-one and Laura finds
Herself alone again in time
She’s lost her husband of some fifty years
And now she has nothing but her tears
She feels her heart has split in twain
She’s suffering from growing pains
At eighty-seven, Ed looks out
His window and wonders what life’s all about
Everyone he knew is gone
And he dreads facing another dawn
Now the organ plays a sad refrain
He’s suffered life’s final growing pain
Dear world,?I know you are not out to get me,?but,?there’s something that can’t translate?from your eyes to mine.?I know you did not dangle me?from the edge of yourself,?but,?there’s something about the way a season?burned me so badly and made me miss all the rest?that makes it seem?like sabotage.?I know that you revolve around your own life source,?not myself and all the problems that grow from me,?but,?in the end ?your my constant.?I know other people live ?among my own naive head,?but,?you make us scared to search for each other.?Again,?you aren’t the villain here,?merely an heir of brutal truth, ?but,?don’t you have a say in this??Can’t you understand the difference between ?dulling and bright??My eyes are still healing. ?I cannot help but ?see the ‘evil’ in the word 'live’.?I cannot help but?see a motive in a kind gesture.?I cannot help but?stop trusting what you bring to me.?I know you are not out to get me,?but,?there’s something that can’t translate?from your eyes to mine. ?It has taken years to learn what?good can come from you,?like a wave from raging ocean water.?It has taken years to learn what?safe spaces you have grown for me,?like mossy trees in airy forests that I once dreamed of finding.?It has taken years to learn what?you do to stop me from hurting,?like throwing caution signs around the necks of past people.?The black is gaining back?a sense of color,?and the sun is back to glowing.?I know you weren’t out to get me,?but,?there was something that couldn’t translate?from your eyes to mine.?You weren’t the villain,?merely a protector with too many vulnerable places?to shield.?You didn’t mean to hurt me,?you meant to make me stronger,?and I’m sorry that I it all came out blurry.?You did not dangle me from your edges,?you tried to get me to fly.?You were not ignoring my need for a light source,?you tried to show me a new one.?You don’t try to scare me with new people who are dulling,?you tried to paint the picture?that we all don’t look the same.?Dear world,?I’m sorry I ever thought that you were out to get me.