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At first he only was a friend, And then loved him much in the end; To many I
might have been hilarious, But to others my position was precarious.
It is amazing how people interpret things, And sympathy and much emotion it
brings; Some were pleasing while others produced heartache; Back to heaven
one day my soul God will take.
Time and several things are so fleeting; Now that both God and I are meeting;
What I had done was only simple and plain; I got wet while standing in the rain.
Feel sorry for those I left behind, Now that I have my peace of mind; There still
is much more to say, And I will pray for them each and everyday.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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I propose love is not the answer
It’s not what brings us together in our lives
I believe it’s to the contrary
Perhaps that’s the flawed reasoning in our “why”
The majority of our life we suffer
We fervently strive to avoid all of life’s pain
Ironically
We suffer and suffer more just the same
So what if we embrace suffering?
What if we learned to observe the pain and let go
Perhaps awareness would occur - it’s all ephemeral
Amazing – it’s our thoughts that make it so
The truth – suffering is what brings us together
In our darkest days we find light
It’s where we flourish
It’s where we become stronger in spite
I propose love is not the answer
Love is an emotion that manifest from overcoming pain
It creates empathy – sympathy
It creates a stronger emotion that doesn’t wax or wane
I encourage you to embrace all of life
Cherish all that life brings to you
Suffering is inevitable – a necessity
The answer?
I propose gratitude
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It's the doers that will do something in this world
The past it haunts with a heavy presence those idle souls
they sat back as the future of the next generation is stolen
the calling card boils down to those that breathe fresh air
remembering a quote which held me in thought
That peace was the enemy of memory
the wicked stand confounded framed by deeds
there is a spiritual war taking place backwards moving forward
how far down the ladder do we go before stepping up
hate devours love examining the truth if it were to turn face
respect has lost all communication when fighting this beast
unrepentant it suffers the agony throwing bitterness to the fowl
when it crows it worms its way around sympathy
wicked it claws for acceptance never seeing guilty as justice
it hides with the sloth always seeking but never finding
on the tombstone carved once bitten twice shy
here lies the remains of a broken child
whom sold by actions a nation down the river
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This world of different social cultures of interest and perpetual crucial competition is in a boiling state of cruelty and antipathy.
After prayer and during the hours of reflecting, it occurs to me how staggering God's love is for us and that he shows his love through compassion and sympathy.
In the biblical text, it teaches us that his love is bound by his wisdom and mercy.
It is staggering how he still finds us worthy.
It seems as though the hope for salvation and redemption is diminishing in the spirit of mortal man.
It seems that there is an intellectual, vicious, evil craftmanship at hand.
The World seems to be in a tumultuous spin and the faithful are being swallowed up by a whirling ocean of sorrow.
I think of the wondrous ways of God in communicating to us through his son Jesus, who teaches us to be strong in our position of faith in God's plans and purpose for tomorrow.
It is staggering to me that God so loves us that he has an intricate purpose for this Earth.
It is staggering to me that God is a perfect immortal strategist with his complex creation of the entire universe.
In the biblical text, there is authentication of his love for us
I must stay righteously sober and conscious.
December 2023.
Titus chapter 2 verses 9 thru 12
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[Disclaimer: The poem does not intend to hurt anybody’s religious sentiments. It is purely for the purpose of entertainment, art and awareness.]
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You are not a s**t.
You are not a w**re.
You are not what people think.
You don’t deserve the abhor.
You didn’t choose polyandry,
It was a nonsensical fate.
A man’s sly desire,
But you get all the hate.
We hail Karn’s sacrifices.
We all feel his pain.
He is held like a hero.
Your go in vain.
When the rules of a game
Became bigger than your honour.
The respected men, shame,
Pushed humanity to a corner.
Turned a deaf ear to your screams
As you were disrobed to their gaze.
The honourable men errant extremes
But dirt is shoved in your face.
A symbol of rape victim
S**t shamed by the society.
A fodder of the chauvinists,
A pacifier of their insecurity.
But you don’t need our sympathy,
You are fire in disguise.
The sexism,however, is thriving
So I incessantly despise.
You are not a s**t.
You are not a w**re.
You are not what people think.
You don’t deserve the abhor.
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-I thought the Lord maybe meant to be mistreated-
I thought it has nothing to do with me
when I saw the Lord rolling in the dust agonizing
flogged by a Roman soldier; I was witnessing that
razor sharp lash cutting into His flesh felt not pangs of remorse.
When I was witnessing the Lord crawling on the raggedy way
leading to Calvary, wearing a crown of thorns, carrying a cross.
The Lord hardly opened His eyes because the blood from His forehead
entered to smart His eyes, He fell on the ground because of the weight
of the cross. Nonetheless, I thought it has nothing to do with me but it was
His own lot that He has to deal with.
When He cried out loudly for Father’s helping hands
from the cross, I was just another bystander who was thinking that
the Lord was a man who was forsaken by God and men; therefore,
I thought, He alone had to get right with His own destiny.
At the moment of the last breathe of the Lord
my eyes and His eyes met in the air:
“O my poor daughter!” His eyes seemed to imply,
“my bottomless sympathy towards you presses upon me
as an unbearable burden heavier than this cross.
I am taking all these mockeries, mistreatment and pains
only because I love you deeply my daughter, I am dying alone
as a forsaken soul only because I want to pay off all of your debts.”
For the first time, at that moment, I perceived that
I shouldn’t let it happened to my Lord, I shouldn’t
let Him go this way, but I should stretch my arms
to embrace the suffering Lord.
The Lord was gone with the unsightly horrible state,
you underwent insufferable miseries because of my flaws,
you alone, filled a cup with your tears because of my sins
and drank it, your limbs were torn to pieces because I was
wandering in the field of the fallen.
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Twilight Of Spirituality
The world was dark
Before the Islam
Prophet after prophet came to the world
But the glory was very short
The twilight of spirituality had never stayed so long
They worshiped in wrong way
It was the time when truth was lost and there was no peace
No mercy on living beings
Then the finest creation came to the world
Last prophet of Allah, Mohammad (PBUH)
It was a night
Moon was shining bright
Then permanent twilight of spirituality begun
When the Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) was nearly forty
He started the meditation
He was a man who made a transition
Our Prophet showed so much dedication
Revealed to him the book named Quran
The holy shades of Allah’s Noor spread everywhere
The messages of Allah through his messenger
Blossomed like flowers of spring
This twilight of spirituality
Calm and peaceful like gentle breeze
Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) was a person who never uttered a lie
He was recognized as a truthful man
His appearance was like Allah’s Noor
His beauty was like shining stars
He taught us the things we ought to do
He taught us that Allah are one
Allah have neither a daughter nor son
He taught us to be good to our mother and father
He taught us Paradise lies under the feet of our mother
He taught us our appearance, family, mission in this life
He taught us how to perform Salah
He taught us how to give Zakath
He taught us different kinds of Jahad
He taught us Hajj, Honor, Truth, Love, Peace,
Humanity, Sympathy, care and so on……
With most excellent mind………
He taught us justice and understanding of mankind
He taught us human brotherhood and humanity
He was hurt to see bloodshed in the society
He possessed the knowledge which was a cure
The disease of ignorance, arrogance and many more
He (Last Prophet Mohammad (PBUH)) had broken all falsehood and evil way
He was the beloved Prophet of Allah
Through Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) Allah brought……..
Everlasting twilight of spirituality to this world.
Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari
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Canto I: The Words of Laozi
The Divinely Illustrious Sage
Prays for every soul to heed:
That neither woe nor weal
Heaven has foreordained,
But wrought by men alone,
The fruits of virtue and vice
Pursue the begetter like
A shadow following the form!
Canto II: The Celestial Justiciars
Between Heaven and Earth
Dwell the Demigods of Justice,
They weigh the deeds of men
And shorten their lifespans,
Inflicting upon the wicked
The cruel fruits of iniquity:
Distress, decay, disgrace
Poverty and proscription.
Fortuna holds her head aloof
As they drown in misfortune
Until death claims their souls.
The Triumvirs of the North
Glide atop every man—recording
Each of their wicked misdeeds—
Shaving away their allotted years!
The Three Spirits of the Flesh,
Aboding in men’s bodies,
Mount up to Heavenly Tribunal
In seasons of sixty days each
To report their wayward deeds,
And so too the Hearth Deity
Upon the end of each lunar month.
Those guilty of high crimes
Lose a dozen years of life
And every misdemeanor
Warrants a fine of one season,
There are hundreds of vices that
All who yearn for long life must
Know and discern between!
Canto III: The Way of Virtue
Seek virtue and eschew vice,
Be righteous without hypocrisy,
Delight in charity and mercy,
In loyalty and filial piety,
Cultivate good character then
Convert others to goodness,
Succor the orphaned and pity
The widowed, esteem the elderly
And cherish the young, fail not
To protect the flora and fauna.
Be a well of kindly sympathy,
A harbor of vicarious joy,
Neither deny the needy nor
Ignore those mired in peril,
Abstain from schadenfreude
And exalt not your own glory,
Never prate the scandals of others
But skillfully discourage vice
And encourage virtuous deeds!
Take little but grant much,
Be patient in humiliation,
Modest in acclamation,
And generous without desire
For recognition and recompense,
Refrain from revoking what
Has been bestowed upon others.
All who abide by such virtues
Are revered by men, blessed by
Heaven and graced with fortune,
Impervious to evil and guarded
By a host of celestial gods,
Their every move is successful
And Immortality is their right—
With 300 good deeds, they become
Demigods ; with 1300 good deeds,
They attain Heavenly Immortality!
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