With the mountains with the stones
Let me invite you Lord (Allah)
At the dawns with the birds
Let me invite you Lord
At the deep of water with the fishes
At the deserts with the roes
As a dervish by your name
Let me invite you Lord
At the sky by Jesus
At the montane by Moses
With the baton at my palm
Let me invite you Lord
In the sorrows by Prophet Job
Drops in eyes by Prophet Jacob
With the Muhammad beloved
Let me invite you Lord
By gratitude by praise
By your attribute indivise
Remembering you always
Let me invite you Lord
I know the world's case
I left the words and wares
Head open and barefoot
Let me invite you Lord
Jonah recites with tongues
With nighingales and doves
By God lover slaves
Let me invite you Lord
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
Thought, with intelligence? When?
How about the proof?
Setting fire to where and when?
Devil, art aloof?
Fire inspiration, thy pun.
What to do for fun?
Good sense, laddie, and reason!
Fly not close to sun!
Cold fusion, thy harpsichord.
Crystal glass a-flow.
Demon -sultan, fife and sword!
Hell and Heaven, row...
Toil and turmoil, tamarind.
Dappled roes a-fly.
O Reality, how ye thinned!
Grinned the gangrel Sly!
Water of the chasm deep?
Haunts within the sleep.
Void, abyss, around step creep!
Dragons, time to reap!
Vampires, paint thy eyes black!
Do not face the day!
Spend thy life holed not in crack!
Poisonous to pay...
Coals of dark fire, sing in me!
Fling, O fancy-free!
Dynamite and destiny!
Stay awake for she...
Roses are red and some are white
fairy tails told romance is right.
Roses are red and some are yellow
friendship before romance with a fellow.
Violets are blue continues the jingle
a fun little ditty to make the heart tingle.
Violets are blue is how it goes
head over heals in love to your toes.
Sugar is sweet almost ends the little rhyme
a truth so simple with you on the mind.
Sugar is sweet my darling its true
sugar is sweet and so are you.
A modest temperature embraces the morning.
And from the bedroom window looking west,
there's an arrested air of classic Autumn.
There's not a cloud in sight, grey or white;
But plowed soil so cleaned and cleared.
Harvest has passed, and the land, now
cleared of beans and corn, has been put
to rest. Not far away, there lies a sea.
A sea of white cotton, yet to be gathered
and sent to the markets. Bales of cotton,
picked and wrapped in yellow plastic sheets,
lie still, lighting up the coveted rural views.
Along the turn roes and across the once fruitful
fields of desirable grain, there's a picturesque
and stately landscape of toasted-green-colored
trees, slow-dancing with those gentle winds of Fall.
102822PS
Thunder Cats roared onto the cartoon scene in the Eighties.
Bringing forth SHE-roes and Heroes which was exciting for many.
My children probably enjoyed them, I do not remember.
This was during the time when TV was guiding them more than I was.
I was attending three colleges simultaneously
Trying to get a degree in something so I could make a living.
I do recognize the music of Thunder Cats
And I recognize the SHE-roe attitude in all three of my daughters.
I have a Thundercat shirt I wear sometimes to school.
As a reminder that my children not only survived
But thrived
Thanks to creative cartoonists
who decided to empower women in the eighties.
I wish they had been around twenty years earlier
When all we saw on TV were happy women wearing
pearls and full dresses, loving their washing machines and dryers.
You know you are there;
Wonderful, your beautiful and fair;
Your eyes shaped like a dove;
In addition your hair is as of a flocks of goats;
This I proclaim it's not a joke;
You know you are there;
Wonderful, your beautiful and fair;
Moreover, your smiles pure
As pearl white and even as sheep-shorn
Thanks are to God the you were born;You know you are there;
Wonderful, your beautiful and fair;
In addition your lips are like the threads as of scarlet;
And your voice so gentile mentions between bass and tenor;
Well!!
Your neck as the tower of David and the gold;
Your shoulders squared as the horizon, God's horizon
Wonderful your beautiful
The breast of your anatomy liken two young roes galloping
You know you are there;
Wonderful, your beautiful and fair;
Strong as a lion a face I employ;
Separates the girls from the boys;
You know you are there;
Wonderful, your beautiful and fair;
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
June 2 20079c)
Inspired by Song of Solomon 4:1
From Anthology " Purpose and Calling"
MY BELOVETH
How beautiful are thy feet my beloved
You navel is like a round goblet
Your two breast are like the young roes
Those are twins
Your faces is like the morning stars
Your eyes proses the heart of everyone that look at it.
By night on my bed I sought her whom my soul loved
I sought her but I found her not
You are the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys.
As the lily among thorns so is my love Martha
Among the daughter of men
Draw closer to me, and let me cherish you as queen.
Behold thy voice can even woke up the dead and bring it back to life
They lips are like the thread of scarlet
How fairly is they love, my love, my sister my friend
I rather loose my life than to let you go
I will stand and defend you
I will always be your keeper
Both day and night
Let my beloved come close to me
And feel the love I have for her.
If Roses grow in Heaven
Lord, please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her that I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go awa
Different strokes for different folks
I've done a lot of different things in life
from working on a farm lifting bale of hay
to working in a factory making chocolate
I remember I spent a weekend
weeding every third carrot
planted in roes and roes of carrots
I was no good at that job
My mind wandered
thinking how bored
life is more fun
when you're challenged
I've read other people story's
where they hate farming
and yet I love working with cow's
on a dairy farm
You should never feel trapped in life
you are alway's capable of change
remember that we are all individuals
what one man like's another doesn't
life is to short
to spend it doing what you hate
grab it by the horn's
and find a job you love
I spent year's working
in a factory
feeling trapped
now I work in aged care
Perhaps the pay's not as good
as some job's but I'm happy
become the person you want to be
that is all that matter's.
Brave words, angry words, pretty words, ugly words
We also use gentle, tender, shy words
Which resemble sad-eyed roes in herds
Words in mind, words on paper
Words in life, words in death
Words in spite of all hard days ahead
"D"~DAY (TH' DAY COMETH...)
JUST AS PEACE,SEEMED TO EASE US OF MISERY...
DOUBT N' CONTEMPT ARISES,YET 'GAIN TO GREETETH OUR CONTENTMENT
TH' WORLD'S REQUIRING OF INTRICACY,RESOUNDS DINS OF DISDAIN
PLUCKING AT OUR SANITY'S STRINGS,THIS IGNORANCE REWARDS US MOROSE
TO TH' POINT OF BREAK,OUR TOLERANCE IS STRETCHED TAUGHT
REASONING NOW DOUSED OF DEBAUCHERY,OUR EMPATHY WAXES FUTILE
WHEN 'TIS FULFILLED,WRATH WILL RESTORETH SIGHT OF TH' OBLIVIOUS
FOR TH' TRUTH OF THEIR PRURIENCE,SHALL PROVE THEMSELVES PRIMITIVE
TH' PERVERSION OF KNOWLEDGE,ONCE MORE AFFIRMS DESECRATION
BY ADORNING OF GRACE WE WERE REDEEMED...NOW LOOMS DEATH OF DIGNITY
LUXURY SPREADS IT'S ROOTAGE,SO OF IT'S VINES WE ARE ENTANGLED
EXPEL TO HELL THEIR WANTONESS,N' THEIR EGOSTIC DESIRES OF GAIN
ABORTED FROM OUR WOMBS OF PIETY,THEY NOURISHED NO REMORSE
ROES OF REPRISAL THEY HATH CONCEIVED,OF PROFITOUS FORNICATIONS
THEIR SURETY IN AFFLUENCE,SHALL CERTAIN THEIR CONCLUSION
WHEN DULY ACHIEVED COMETH...
...THEIR DAY OF DESTINATION!
~AZAZA~'09
A young girl was walking in a forest one night
The moon had shown its darkest light
She was all alone and scared
But nobody cared
She walked for hours
Passing through plains of dead flowers
The forest was a never ending night
Filled with terrors and fright
Wolfs howled from nearby
The girl began to cry
Nobody could see her tears
Only the creatures that she fears
She went on walking
As the shadows kept stalking
A teddy in one hand
She wondered if anyone would ever understand
She thought of the people that caused her to be there
Wondering if their still unaware
She ran away from them
She sobbed felling condemn
Cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over her body
She wished the pain would disembody
Her freshest wounds still dripping blood on the ground
Feeling weak she began to become confound
She collapsed into a deep slumber
Wolfs surrounded her but stayed cumber
They all roes heads and howled at her side
The girl had died
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