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(This poem takes place in the year 1800)
You call yourself a Christian who has been saved.
But you're not a Christian because you have slaves.
Instead of freeing your slaves, slavery is something you choose to prolong.
If you were a Christian, you'd free them because Jesus said slavery is wrong.
When you pretend to be a Christian, it definitely makes God mad.
Because you can't see that you're a horrible person, it is very sad.
God and Jesus realize that slaves are precious human beings who should be free.
You're not a true Christian because If you were, you'd free your slaves immediately.
Owning fifty slaves makes you money and their hardship makes your purse swell.
I wouldn't want to be you because when you die, you might just go to Hell.
Who I chose to be
If am to fear
What will be my motivation
Life need a push
That why I chose to
Be comfortable with
The uncomfortable
Is time to roar
Is time to soul
Africa needs to heal
My generation needs a new way
So in this era of discomfort
I chose awareness instead of fear
Who I chose to be
No limit in my time
Cos I can see beyond
The time now
I never want this same realities
Nowadays
I just love to be my self
So if you are feeling same
Like I do
Take a step
Drop your fears
And be who you oath to be
Life is limitless
You can do it
You can grow
You can be the best
Yes you can be yourself
Same like
Who I chose to be
You wouldn't dare admit your flaws,
Too scared to let yourself fall,
You wouldn't dare say how you really feel,
Those issues,,,,too raw, all too real,
Did I come here to face you or me?,
Truth be told it was to see,
Facing past feelings I never knew,
that must of hit a nerve inside of you,
My honesty screams at the void,
until it leaves, because it has no choice,
I have the choice, I have the upperhand,
To face those feelings, and squash them right where I stand,
If your not with me, I'm still not alone,
My God stands beside me through the weaknesses I know,
He has given me the authority to pull out those weeds,
I am much stronger spiritually because his love carries me,
That will never die....so what looks dead to you,
is facing the truth for healing to work through,
It is grousome to see with the eyes we have here,
But my God is teaching me to battle those fears,
So turn your head, if you must,
He placed me in this garden to remove the muck,
So if I look dirty to you, please understand,
In the end....I still wash my hands
(Free Verse)
Always keep God and family foremost in life
Welcome each person you meet, as a possible friend.
Dance away to the music, of our wonderful world,
And sing along to brighten the chores of a new day.
Take time to dream new dreams, each glorious day.
Remember always to say "I Love You" every chance you have,
And remember to forgive anyone who has wronged you in any way.
Love like there's no tomorrow and be loved the same way,
Aim to bring more joy, minus pain, to anyone that you know.
You must always be honest and true to yourself, first.
Always try and try and never for any reason give up,
Remember, that you're just human, and as such, imperfect and flawed.
Spend some of your time, on bended knees giving thanks to the Lord,
And take pride in anything you've achieved in your life...
Remember to smile and take some time out of your busy life,
And smell all the roses you encounter on your way out.
Hug your family and all your friends in the daily basis too.
And take a little time to rest and to dream of only your Love.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka Ladydp2000
copyright@2001
December,10,2014
It's not easy
when silence finds you
and settles in the places
where you have hidden away
the words to use when
there is something to say.
It's not easy
when silence is all around
and thickens to what
seems like a prison
and the only sounds
you can hear
are the scratchings
of thoughts
trying to get out.
It's not easy
to be alone in a place
where you can feel yourself
slowly evaporate and you
fumble to find what's left
and there is nothing
except a small, distant glow
like that of a light
squeezed through a keyhole
somewhere
in the dark center
of yourself.
There will come a time when God will be Silent
This is the time you must sing and
Bring yourself to the place of Praise!
The Silence of God will happen
Even John the Baptist was unsure at one point
When in doubt revisit an old victory and
Remember the story of Jesus
He is the One who can help you to
Cross over during the period of Silence!
Silence only makes it louder
Believe in Jesus makes you Stronger
If you feel weak, sing a song
Hold this truth in the palm of your hand and
Sing Psalm three because Jesus is the One who can set us free!
Silence is a reality and crossing over is necessary!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
...I think many of them forget
how precarious all this is,
civilization only works
if success is what we all give.
If the plumber does not succeed
that we’re all wallowing in filth,
if the police do not succeed
then innocent people are killed.
If the doctor does not succeed
then all us will probably die young,
if the engineer can’t succeed
then our technology is done.
Success of all these moving parts
is what keeps the nation alive,
when these things fail, we know what comes:
society, and people, die.
To teach that success is evil,
that merit and effort are wrong,
is to tear down civilization,
if you do so it won’t be long
until you’re killing your neighbors,
until all is violence and hate,
your home will look like Somalia
or any of the world’s failed states.
Success is not just millionaires,
it’s not just a win for yourself,
when done right in a rule of law
your win will help everyone else.
Your successful mechanic’s shop
will help people to move freely,
your successful power plant
will save folks from the winter freeze.
Your successful grocery store
will ensure people are well fed,
and your successful parenting
will keep children safe in their beds.
You’ve a duty to seek success,
and to despise all who hate it,
’cause if we do not find success
then all the world soon goes to sh-t.
Oh how very earnestly pleasing
I do so find
The wide, sun splashed avenues
Of grand residential Worthing;
Where the old poets
Announce each and every corner;
So neatly squared and turned
By thoroughly conceived Victorian
Order.
Quiet sonnets reside here
Seeking haven from weary
travels,
Sustained by appetizing foreign
aromas,
Loitering amidst the long drawing
shadows;
Clinging to the flinted garden walls,
Dallying with the scented Jasmine
From where hidden finches call.
Finding yourself gently led down
And into narrow, high walled
streets;
That delightfully converge upon
Bustling open spaces
Where the multi-nations meet;
And greet with quarrelsome gulls,
Strutting and yarking,
Barking like little dogs
Around our feet.
Here we can absently sit,
And make like carefree Parisians
Separated by an English sea,
Whilst contentedly sipping scalding
coffees
Of exciting continental styles;
And forgetting our mundane
troubles...
Smile and laugh, for perhaps,
Just the shortest of whiles.
No Explanation! (I)
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Please don't ask me how deeply it hurt!
Her sun shone so bright, even the shadows were burning!
No Explanation! (II)
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Please don't ask me how it happened!
She didn't bind me, nor did I free myself.
Alone
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Why are you sad that she goes on alone, Faraz?
After all, you said yourself that she was unique!
Separation
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Faraz, if it were easy to be apart,
would Angels have to separate body from soul?
Time
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
What if my face has more wrinkles than yours?
I am merely well-worn by Time!
Ahmad Faraz [1931-2008], born Syed Ahmad Shah, was a Pakistani poet generally considered to be one of the greatest modern Urdu poets. Faraz was a poet accessible to ordinary readers due to his “fine but simple style of writing.” Ethnically a Hindkowan, he studied Persian and Urdu at Edwards College, then at Peshawar University, where he became a lecturer after receiving his Masters. During his time in college, Faiz Ahmad Faiz and Ali Sardar Jafri impressed him and became influences on his own work. Faraz was born in Kohat, Pakistan to Syed Muhammad Shah Barq. In an interview he recalled how his father once bought clothes for him and his brother on Eid. He didn't like the clothes meant for him, preferring the ones given to his elder brother. This lead him to write his first couplet:
Laye hain sab ke liye kapre sale se (He brought clothes for everybody from the sale)
Laye hain hamare liye kambal jail se (For me he brought a blanket from jail)
Faraz was an outspoken critic of Pakistan’s military dictatorship, saying, “My conscience will not forgive me if I remain a silent spectator of the sad happenings around us. The least I can do is to let the dictatorship know where it stands in the eyes of the concerned citizens whose fundamental rights have been usurped. I ... refuse to associate myself in any way with the regime ..."
Keywords/Tags: Ahmad Faraz, Pakistani, Urdu, Persian, translation, couplets, love, sun, sad, unique, separation, angels, body, soul, mrburdu
~~The Wind~~
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
~
Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning ocean view
Embracing every word
Hear the wind whisper your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there
I Share--I take
I LOVE--I HATE
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice of my beating heart
It yearns
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech.
Of love,
Of purity
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night
Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine