Long Yusuf Poems

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Premium Member Notes On Tears of Jerusalem

Notes:

I was listening to some music, by a famous singer, about this story, can any guess the song? 


I find it interesting in light of what is happening now in the middle east, that 
If people would only learn from history, thus I liked the quote below attributed to Saladin

Victory Is Changing the Hearts of Your Opponents by Gentleness and 
Kindness."- Saladin

Croisades – French for Crusades

Although some historians paint Saladin as a kind and compassionate man, he
was afterall a man who attacked and conquered many peoples.



Balian of Ibelin  c. 1143 – 1193) was an important Frankish noble in
the crusader Kingdom of Jerusalem in the 12th century.

The Council of Clermont was a mixed synod of ecclesiastics and laymen
of the Catholic Church, which was held from November 18 to
November 28, 1095 at Clermont, France. Pope Urban II's speech on
November 27 was the starting point of the First Crusade.


From then on, he ordered prayers in all the mosques of Syria and Egypt as
the sovereign king and he issued at the Cairo mint gold coins bearing his
official title—al-Malik an-Nasir Yusuf Ayyub, ala ghaya "the King Strong
to Aid, Joseph son of Job; exalted be the standard." The Abbasid caliph
in Baghdad graciously welcomed Saladin's assumption of power and
declared him "Sultan of Egypt and Syria."


BEATY OF THE SUN

Her parents ,named her Gorgeous
Yusuf perhaps if, she was a boy
Born in the morning almost sunrise
Made her first sound same time as the birds

For her beauty a lot would be deducted
Even the sun hid behind the clouds in shame
The stars would come when she is asleep
And take advantage if she slept long that's the morning star

Then at an advanced age she got more desirable
And with it the boys longed for her
In fear of rejection they never approached
But watched her walk with dropped jaws

A new one arose his name was Kral
His heart was like that of Hercules
Never afraid of taking a step ahead
Never lost any a thing he fought for

Then they met not planned but it seemed
She gazed and he starred, for a while they did
He was startled by her beauty he never saw this kind
She was caught by his eyes and his fit figure

But she felt she was of a higher class
He felt he did not need to chase her
After a while he left for his original home
She could not see him her ego did not let her ask

Age advanced now thirty yet no man by her
Then the sun rose in a clear blue sky
She could not sleep and the stars were bright and twinkling
Even the moon was shining

If a firefly struts the brightest
Its lie lasts only upto sunrise
The beauty of the Sun
Can not be compared
Form:

The choice is yours to take

It took the planted seed forever to germinate 
Its beautiful blossom withered, welcoming a friendly rain 
I have seen the sun fall before the dawn rises 
Yet watered every sweat to the rooted root like a basket fully holding it 

The Can is yours to take home; let go of the watering and allow nature to grow 

It was a miraculous mirage, hoping it would turn a new green leaf 
I sat with my imprisoned inner eye beneath another long armed tree 
Ready to be plucked without ado or stress
Where I had no handful sown yet reaped from  ripened fruitful fruits 

Awakening your oblivion to the begotten truthful tale
Wherever on fertile land, a seed drop shall rise again
Adam wasn't fearlessly fearful of Eve but of the favourite forbidden fruits 
(C) Yusuf, A.O

Presence In Absence

PRESENCE IN ABSENCE 
It been long, longer to say you've stayed
Bother not to knock at the neighbour's room for keys
That might have disturbed their sleeping pills
I lost all down the depth of bermuda without conflict 
Out of pictures came the memory lane to me piece by piece
Without vice versa exchange with the moon while still asleep 

If resurrection for death awaits to revisit
Welcoming without pass, passes through our gate
And when you set to sail home again without leave
See me as a whore in tempest, to rape the wind to ecstacy

Toast with the toasted bread that never ends eating alone
Let the moment go extra mile in mind with you, our walks only a mile can take for you
©Yusuf, A.O.
Form: Ode

Heady Days

( In memoriam - the heady days of draft, hippies, moon-landing and Gloria Steinem)

When Armstrong landed on the distant moon
It was a wild world full of hopes and dreams.
Hippies sang songs to melodious tune,
In jungles abroad there were painful screams.

It was a wild world full of hopes and dreams,
A father and his son fought side by side.
In jungles abroad there were painful screams,
Hard-headed woman would mores  deride.

A father and his son fought side by side,
So where do the children play in these times?
Hard-headed woman would mores  deride,
"Antiestablishment" those days was crime.

So where do the children play in these times?
Hippies sang songs to melodious tune,
"Antiestablishment" those days was crime
When Armstrong landed on the distant moon.

~02 Jun 2016~
Syllable count - 10 syllables per line (via www.how many syllables.com)
Titles From Cat Steven (Yusuf Islam) Numbers:

Armstrong
Wild world
Father and son
Hard headed woman
Where do the children play
Form: Pantoum


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