Your Ummah has been line by line
Their eyes are full of cry
In and outsides are full of light
I have seen dear Prophet
Your garden I have watched
Placed the moment into my heart
At that minute real faith
I have found dear Prophet
At your mosque I stood
To your tomb I stared
Was infinitely inspired
Overflowed dear Prophet
Face to face with Faithfuls
Knee to knee we seated
Let you to us intercede
Kindly please dear Prophet
Lover have found his love
My heart is full of peace
What a blessed road it is
I have passed dear Prophet
Written By Yahya Soyyigit
Translation Onur Ünlü
That heaven's rivers
flow saying Allah
Went out philomels of Islam
whistles saying Allah
Sways tugba trees
Recites Quran also tongues
Elysum yard's roses
smells saying Allah
Some eats some drinks
Angels deal out peace
Prophet Idris measures dress
Stitchs saying Allah
All posts are from noor
All leaves are from silver
While streching branches
Concludes saying Allah
Brighter than moon, faces
Sweater than suger, voices
Eden's houri maidens
Wanders saying Allah
One who is in love with Allah
Pours teardrops from his eyes
Becomes pure in and outsides
Sings saying Allah
Whatever you wish, wish from God
Walk in this way with a guide
Parrot is in love with tulip
Crows saying Allah
Opened skies' doors
Full of peace all of those
Eight heaven's shores
Uncovered saying Allah
Ridvan is opener of gate
Idris is measurer of cloth
Drinker of Kevser sherbet
Quenchs saying Allah
Dervish Jonah arrive to your pal
Do not leave today to tomorrow
Morning to God's council
Let me reach saying Allah
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
chunks of dirt mingle with the bread.
cinnamon wafting in the wind.
a house of sugary bliss,
a promising deal of sweet paradise.
shoveling savories like a last meal--
bellies rising like dough,
suddenly shoved into a scalding scene.
outsides on fire,
insides igniting--
charred little children,
burnt sugar lingering on their tongues.
Day after day moment by moment second by second you see,
life's rollercoaster of thought's feeling's and emotion's delivered to you and me.
We all go through our own unique fair share,
yes, we all have our own rollercoaster to bare.
It's not easy sometimes just to try and catch your breath I know,
the up's and down's the insides and outsides we go.
Pulled and yanked around tossed here and there,
here's a twist of perception I'd like with to you share.
Life is all about growing, learning to change with the change,
if we are not growing each day we're not living, think this strange?
If we aren't living, then we're already dead, this is what I see,
life's rollercoaster trying to strengthen both you and me.
Let your heart rule each thought of the mind,
walk in Gods Spirit, and you won't be blind
You will learn to grow with each changing faze of your life,
everything we have been through, with all of it's strife.
Learn to live and grow with each good thought, feeling, and emotion's I say,
Look for a positive outcome in all things you encounter today.
Do this without giving up or or giving in,
looking for positive outcomes, you'll learn how to win!
I yearn to be productive
In enchanted solitude
Left alone to pen the words
My freedom to include
A state of true contentment
A sense of self control
To experience tranquility
Reclaim what darkness stole
To allow myself unbiased ease
No negative belief
No depressive infiltration
No egregious furtive thief
To bask in silent glory
No care to be disturbed
My precious time I cherish
My inner thoughts unheard
A moment to seal confidence
A letter to compose
A congratulatory statement
As I laze in sweet repose
Forget the outsides influence
It's fearfless harsh attempt
To drag me from my comfort zone
Preserve my mind unkempt
Luxuriate and propagate
The determined seeds I'd sown
Through trials and tribulations
I've learned and I have grown
I was an army-brat town boy
of ten when we moved to the country.
I recall arriving in a village
called Cold Springs.
My dad purchased
a century-old house
with five and a half acres of farmland.
But it had no running water,
no bathroom, and no furnace.
An outhouse was
attached to a barn
some distance from the house.
And a rusty outside pump
was our only means of water.
For heat, it had a pot-bellied iron stove;
that we had to feed all day and all night.
It felt spooky and haunted.
At first, I hated it!
At night, I'd hear groans and squeaks
that invaded my dreams.
But Dad dug a well, painted the outsides,
had copper plumbing installed, put in a septic tank,
built a bathroom, and added a furnace,
turning that house into a home, I've learned to love.
My insides on my outside
My outsides on my in
I’m all exposed and vulnerable
I’m delicate with thin skin
A slight breeze would knock me over
A light touch would make me bleed
A whisper now would deafen me
A tiptoe cause a stampede
I’d drown in one small drop of water
Be blinded by the tiniest spark
Set off balance with a grain of sand
The faintest shadow make my world dark
A sliver of ice would give me frostbite
An ember of coal set me alight
I could be crushed by a falling feather
I’d turn midday into midnight
I could be poisoned by a sip of tea
Get lost in my own home
Create an explosion out of dust
Within the biggest crowd I’m alone
I’m inside looking outside
I’m on the outside looking in
I never can quite get there
I never quite fit in
If I had a semi
I would fill it with cushions and couches
I would paint Party Uber on her outsides
I would put a refrigerator in her
And a fire pit with roasting tongs
There would always be a supply of marshmallows
Graham crackers and Hershey bars always replenished
Hotdogs and fresh buns too
It would be a slumber party semi
A birthday party semi
A Super Bowl party semi
So of course, the TV set would be huge
And there would be a hostess
She would make sure your party is exactly as planned
Yes this is what I would create
I would drive my party vehicle state to state
If I had a semi
An Emperor Beetle
A bug on my desk is green.
Florescent green.
Not dull, but yes lifeless.
Not the color, but the breath of the insect.
All is quiet.
Beauty remains.
Glittering “bling”, a king…
Maybe longer than some,
as they wear their insides,
on the outsides like armor.
Time, will still take his pieces.
One leg, one arm, one at a time.
Maybe to feed the ants?
Or just food for flowers?
Coming and going.
Expertise does not matter
When it comes to inside matters
Because the outsides rules do not instill
That the less is known the more revealed
Swirling flickers from a flame
Whisper on the scented breeze
And dance their mystic game.
Burning wick as shadows change,
Night skitters away in gentlest retreat
From twirling flickers of a flame.
Orange licks that can't be tamed,
Wax dribbles down in such splendid seeps
As it danced it's mystic game.
The magnificent tower it became,
When hollowed outsides begin to weep
How it flickers in the flame.
An elegant flower as you sway,
Calling out to catch the wind it seems
As you dance your mystic game.
The walls slip now, but a pool remains,
It burrows down and shrank so deep.
Unto the last flickers of the flame,
I'm entranced by your mystic game.
just saying what i seeing
baby you need to come up for air
before you despair
i look over at your flesh
you look really a mess
just saying
you should be praying
somebody needs some sun
and fun
just saying
you should be praying
its like you look as pale as a ghost
you're a pariah at most
baby you need to air out
your pout
that chip on your shoulder
needs to smolder
and you need to come to the surface
with a different purpose
baby you moving to the dark side
as you inhabit those four walls and hide
you're insides are dark, outsides are white
paradox i see it day and night
its like your morph'in
but you're rott'in
just saying
someone should be praying
connie pachecho
1/14/17
Ever since my early days of youth
I've been questioning
All the hidden secrets of life
And exactly what it means
So imagine my excitement
When I climbed the mountain top
And asked the man of wisdom
Just what it is he thought
Where he said...
Life is like a toaster
With people dropping in and popping out
Some may stay in the heat of life for too long
And find themselves burned out
Life is like a toaster
If you're kept down long enough
The heat that's applied to your outsides
Only strengthens your inner crust
Life is like a toaster
Some people are shiny on the outside
But lift them up and what you see
Are the crumbs they leave behind
After all these years of searching
I climbed high enough to learn the truth
With the meaning of life now by my side
I knew just what I had to do
I went straight back home to my people
The ones that I could help the most
I started at the local breakfast diner
Where I ordered up some toast
I ached. Was sore all over my body, my arms, my legs, my core.
My insides, my outsides, my get up and go had got up and gone to a war.
I didn’t know why my strength decided to leave. Leaving me all spent and beat.
Once I could run, laugh, dance all night long but now I just tasted defeat.
Then I questioned the food in my diet; the meat and veg, the grain, dairy, and pieces of fruit.
I drank plenty of water. Drank it each day. And I still felt exhausted, alone, destitute.
So I tried to think clearly. Think of simple solutions, to get me out of that mess.
But my mind, it was cloudy, I couldn’t think straight, my head, it was in so much distress.
Conquered I lay down and wondered about other tired folk, the drained folk all down, out and blue.
That’s when I remembered, their doctor fixed them, giving each of them a shot for the flu.
My arms, my legs, my body, my core were all in a war, a war so miserable, dreadful and tragic.
But the doctor gave me antibodies, a microscopic cavalry. They saved the day by doing their magic.
6th april
When you're a sheep and feel unwell, it's also often true
When dipped into your medicine, you come up feeling blue
Blue from your woolly noggin-lid, down to your woolly socks
And inside from your woolly brain, down to your woolly hocks
So when you are a poorly sheep, and feel in poorly form
You're gonna feel off-colour, 'cos off-colour is the norm
And both insides and outsides are tinged with shades of blue
There's only one thing left to say, and that will be, "Poor Ewe!"
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