Long Salutations Poems
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Assalamu Alayka by Aliza Kashmala Kiran
My eyes are full of longing
And they have shed tears due to missing Taiba (Medina)
So,I came to visit my Beloved
calm down,my heart,and be gentle!
send salutations upon Muhammad.
My heart is so full of longing
I wish to be close to my Beloved
I dream to walk in the streets of Medina
And to quench the thirst of my spirit
By visiting you, O Muhammad
Assalamu Alayka ya,ya Rasool Allah (salutations upon you O Messenger of Allah)
Assalamu Alayka ya Habibi,ya Nabiyya Allah (salutations upon you my Beloved,O prophet of Allah)
ya Rasool Allah (O Messenger of Allah).
I left all my troubles and worries
As I entered your mosque so gently
And as I finally stood there before you
I couldn't stop my tears from falling
In your presence, O Muhammad
O Taiba, your breeze is so blessed
Indeed it brought life back to my spirit
I've left my heart with my Beloved
Sending blessings on Muhammad
O Taiba, your breeze is so blessed
Indeed it brought life back to my spirit
I have left my heart with my Beloved
Sending blessings on Muhammad
A heart that is attached to the Absolute Truth (Allah)
And that began to glow in the cave of hira
crying and asking His Creator
So,when revelation came to him,he shone
Read ,O Muhammad,Read!
O Taiba(Medina) I came to you sick from longing
Full of Love for the Messenger of Allah
My soul is settled in the Rawdha(prophet's grave)
And resided beside our guide(Muhammad).
Assalamu Alayka ya,ya Rasool Allah (salutations upon you O Messenger of Allah)
Assalamu Alayka ya Habibi,ya Nabiyya Allah (salutations upon you my Beloved,O prophet of Allah)
ya Rasool Allah (O Messenger of Allah).
In poetry, love and wisdom intertwine—a heartfelt love poem can carry profound wisdom, and wise reflections often touch upon matters of the heart. ????
Psalm 90:6
in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers.
When my heart returns in seclusion,
I uttered these words to myself,
Give it time, be wise, embrace self-compassion
I must put myself first, I must, I must,
This time around, I don't want to walk away,
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
enchantment leads to my dearest delight
enter my soul before the break of dawn
A dream within a dream according to Edgar Allan Poe
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing white undershirts and white teeth
as it captures the youth of innocent,
falling in love, with a cub, half my age,
A trickery of unfocused emotions bearing down.
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart allows,
Trembling lips, both top and bottom
gazing into those eyes of witchery illusions
Just this once, just feed me, just enter my soul
This frigid northern cold, the Africa heat rises:
Who will bless this union?
When it all fades like leaf
All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.
Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
aloud me, to accept you,
as you enter my soul
Summary: This poem weaves love, wisdom, and introspection. It invites readers to embrace self-love, navigate illusions, and seek blessings amid life’s impermanence. ????
The inspiration behind this poem lies in the interplay of human emotions, the ephemeral nature of existence, and the search for meaning. The poet grapples with love, self-compassion, and the complexities of relationships. The references to biblical verses and contrasting elements (such as northern cold and African heat) evoke deeper contemplation. Ultimately, the poem invites readers to explore their own hearts, desires, and vulnerabilities. ????
The bowel of the earth deepens with
Saturated blessings of the soil, and
Down, down, the forces burrow in its
Caverns —creviced
Between day and night, I cannot decipher,
Yet it is the mind of the night, the strength of the
Arcane values, where the eyes, though
Blind, see through the darkest chasm
Syncopations thrive —the mind and the
Soul of the hides, the metallic occupation,
The throbs from animal faculty in desuetude,
And hallowed cadences of chants.
Darkness and light, I do not know
But behold, in the strength of the day’s looming eyes,
Cormorants, in elixir, hover at the mouth of vigilant cliffs
Beneath the earth’s balcony, chattering loosely.
Chants, chants of midnight-hour Africa,
Feeble metaphor for the softness of leopard skin,
Innocent voices parched like no globule of water
Has streamed past their distressed throats in ages
From the riots of drums underneath the exhausted earth,
Skeletal frames of distinct horn-like sounds
Surround the warm rage of ceremonies in volcanic appeal,
Enough for us to grab and interpret
The rubbles of the crust, smelt in the heat of
Confused processions, charm my eyes
The earth rumbles, mirages occur so pronto, focusing their
Lens on the revelling clouds above.
Chants on time and chants on the spine of the hour . . . .
Seen through the heat-haze of the swelling day,
Beheld in the webs of the night as in the stately
Prowls of lurking, visiting silhouettes;
Chants of gestures, of initiations, of primitive
Religions, of the invocations of rain after a stifling drought,
Chants of accelerated tempos from drums and flutes in salutations
To the returning reincarnated souls.
Let the restlessness of the spirits begin now —but with supreme bliss
I could have borrowed steadfastness from the moon and the sun,
For perpetual energy and unending flow of unseen waves of clarity.
From the dark nights, I humbly request their star-studded witness.
Salutations to The Divine Mother
Who envelopes us in a bliss shower
God’s divine essence aglow in our heart
Innate aliveness enabling each breath to start
Effulgence of a thousand suns dispelling darkness
Entwining our mind-body to the That oneness
Moment to moment in a joy continuum
There remaining no ego residuum
Oh Mother! We are bemused by illusion
Senses externalised, desires beget delusion
Fallen from grace, we have forgotten our nature
Your fragrant touch alone restores our true stature
Awaken Mother, here in form, love and wisdom
May our consciousness rise to the sensorium
Dual polarities melding, illumining our soul
That bliss suffused, we again feel whole
09-November-2021
Inspired By A Translation Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Notes: Gayatri mantra is a popular, age old prayer, in Sanskrit language. For literal translation please visit - https://medium.com/imeditation/gayatri-mantra-translation-word-by-word-meaning-in-english-547431a5d464
Hard considerations for the future of mankind
The bard sings commiserations as he looks for what he cannot find
A shard of intimidations hurled toward the innocent and kind
A card that invokes incantations as they question the lucidity of her mind
A lenient life sentence to constantly wonder through philosophical terrain
The convenient repentance of a man who stands by greed to gain
As expedient incentives are formed to stop the poor from expressing their pain
The ingredients for inventive warns creatives to endure the weight of constant strain
Contemplations of Shakespeare Goethe, Baudelaire and the weight of my conscience
Concentration camps that are now there in full view and they dare to call it nonsense
Salutations reserved for the configurations of the absurd at the next NATO conference
Conflagrations of callous imitations create the mystery surrounding the inference
As fortunate fictitious narratives headline the cheapened world of truth
The ornament of original design distracts me from lamenting my youth
Apportionment indicates politicians should resign amidst this carnival of the uncouth
At the tournament of malaise and refine there’s no winners unless you’re a sleuth
Propositions that reduce visions of possible elevation to rubble amidst all the splendour
Inquisitions of the most formal revelation as you walk past the local street vendor
Tacticians of emotional stagnation imbued in all that you deplore and render
Submissions and overt culminations of all that you wish to ignore like the very last Big Spender
Reverting back to the hopeful realms of redemption and beauty and refine and a can of mace
Converting over to Islam as a Christian ponders prevention of the dissemination of an entire race
Disconcerting as an innocence is forming in the intentions and warning in the lines of her softening face
Introverting the pretension and reflection as we reach to the heavens for grace
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copywrite 2025
Each delicious breath,
Every cooling drink.
I salute your passing.
Temperatures we enjoyed,
your breezes stroked my skin,
sunlight played softly,
green fields waved salutations.
I recognize your demise.
Unfiltered sunlight on my face,
the electric drone of insects,
the melodious aviary song,
the dance of sea lions,
the taste of spring water,
Gone in a generation.
The doe greeted me on my trek
to glacier-capped peaks.
Rivers ran cerulean
reflecting a perfect sky.
I feel the loss.
Gentle rain-soaked pastures
with bouncing young sheep,
gleeful in life’s celebration.
Nature's bounty fed me.
I long for your joy.
We all do.
You splashed riches around us.
We met you with greed.
Overconsumed and ignored,
we changed you,
we hurt you.
We miss you.
An angry you remained,
not joyful, giving, or golden.
still you, but thirsty, lonely, dark.
Alone in your existence,
your children died around you.
You witnessed the deaths,
the floods, the fires,
the famines, the heat.
You mourned with us.
But we broke you, we killed you.
Your evil twin remains,
to punish us until a balance returns,
that might save a dying planet.
Today is her birthday ring all the bells
Today is her birthday for one who excels
Today be prepared ~ be warned ~ be aware
The grooviest grandma
With flowing red hair
Will be hitting the town
In her gold lamé gown
On the tiniest of feet
Oh so comfy ~ so sweet
Shimmering ~ Silver ‘Birks’
‘Cos to wear any others
Quite frankly really hurts…
A scarlet feather boa
Think you already know her?
Chandelier earrings almost touching the floor
She is Sassy ~ Saucy ~ Sexy too
Hey ~ have you almost guessed who?
With her beloved pussy Irene ^~^
Who really thinks she is the Queen
Robed head to tail in emerald green
A classier pair you've never seen
As a friend she makes me smile
for this I love her all the while
I love her total eccentricity
her passion and her honesty
Happy Birthday salutations on this day of celebrations
Sending love and hugs across the world from Ann your biggest fan
To my dearest Panagiota my poem is my gift to you
Enjoy your day ~ in your unique way ~ as only you can do…
Written 13th March 2020
The Departing of The Heart
Salutations for the sound of mind and poverty of heart
Reparations that don’t come through in time to rectify the start
Commiserations for the ones who find it hardest to eventually part
Palpitations of another heart that cannot perceive the concept that it must depart
Military consequences that send the young men out to war
Conciliatory influences of the leaders who target hiring of the poor
Crematory inferences necessary as they knock on heavens door
An Adversary without recompense that helps me get up off the floor
Kindness for the people that are on daily parade
Blindness from the steeple as we play Holy charades
They Find less sympathy for the feeble as they huddle close and afraid
Passing through the eye of a needle as the ferryman gets paid
Interjections from the galley as the defendant begins to cry
Objections in a midnight alley as the amendment causes him to deny
Rejections of the black sheep in a family as without her flock she’ll surely die
Comprehensions of the urgency that communicate in sighs
The End by Elizabeth Moroz
(A lone voice whispers)
I can still remember
The sad day she said
She didn’t love me anymore
As she threw away my wedding ring in the pond and walked
Right outa our door
That was ten years ago or more
At Christmas
In 2000 and four
I still see her on the streets
But no matter how fast my heart beats
I can still see and feel that lonely dark place
Where broken souls fly
When their hearts are truly broken
And inside
They always quietly cry
She’s asked me many times to take her back
She’ll love me more this time
This time it will be different
But all I see when I look her over
Is Jack
Running his hands through her hair and kissing
Her soft red lips
I maybe broken
Cut deep with a sharp blade forever
But will I go back to her
Never
I’ll just keep walking the path
The brokenhearted take
And maybe I’ll find someone truly special this year
To love all of me and help
To take away this god awful ache
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece.
Christmas is not all joyful salutations for everyone.
Interviewing Mr. Blue:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mr. Blue, whose hue is true?
Yes, sir, my heart sings in azure notes, while trembling in cerulean.
Mr. Blue, are you as rich as they say of you?
Yes, my friend, I possess sapphire and indigo, all the blues who conspire to reach beyond this present darkness, into the heart and soul of joy’s lustrous bloom.
Mr. Blue, is it true that the dejected are drawn to you?
Well, now, I don’t know for certain, but I’ve often heard the moans and groans of those who travel the roads of despair and remember that certain shades of my troupes can be seen wandering there.
Mr. Blue, do you fade when the sky is overcast and storms in the forecast?
Of course I do. There is little that I can do to prevent the weather from changing my hue.
Mr. Blue, I’ve got news for you. You’re given the loyalty of every fan of you. All of them are true blue and welcome the wonder of your hue as they fight the winds and rain to reach your promise of navy sands.
Thank you, friend. I’ll forever be grateful for your enthusiastic faith in me, the color so true, even when it fades, it is filled with a gentle peace that lasts throughout the worst desolation and grief.
“thank you, again,” Mr. Blue smiled as the news washed him with a royal hue who certainly knew he deserved all the salutations of hearts who knew him as forever true!