Wrestling with two options without cease;
Your heart and mind at loggerheads.
Stuck between the rubicon of "Do" and "Don't!"
One flip of a coin lands erect in the dirt.
Now what? Take a chance; do as Nike says.
In the pretty pink sand I sit,
on a tropical island that is sunlit.
The blue water is very calm,
in the distance with a huge black palm.
The clouds are taking a break,
no rain for the weather's sake.
I love there is no time here,
my alarm clock can bring me no fear.
Dreams are taking me far away,
I want to stay for another day.
Poetry Wheel Says......
Theme: Dreams
Emotion: Calm
Color: Black
Season: Tropical
Form: Couplet
Object: Clock
Verb: Break
The sweetest hello she says
loving she more than gives
But before the light of day
she is gone on her way
Sexy in every way
heartache so many she gave
love them than leave them
she no longer needs them
quietly she slips away
So many gifts she gets
blessed by sharpest of wits
Her touch melts the coldest heart
than breaks it in two as she departs
Men search for her in vain
sleepless nights crying her name
nothing but you alone in bed
loving her tell you're dead
all her lovers broken the same
The sweetest hello she says
loving she more than gives
She never says goodbye
cause she haunts you till you die
She never says goodbye...
I have a great friend,
she tells the truth and will never bend.
We love going out,
shopping and eating without a doubt.
wow she now tells me,
you are a much better friend,
then they are to you.
Self-control is a role
the Id does not want to play
That’s why the super-ego
has the final say
The button has not worked for three months.
Someone filed the plan.
Someone approved the form.
Someone put up the sign and called it done.
Not done.
We know the ramp.
We know the sky above it
the same sky you called beautiful the day you cut the ribbon,
the day the photographs were taken.
We built our day around the sign's promise.
We got here.
The door did not open.
There is a number to call
we have called it.
A form to fill
we have filled it.
A ticket number rusting in a queue behind things more urgent than a door that will not open.
More urgent than this?
A promise is not a plan.
Not a ribbon,
not a form,
not a ticket number rusting in a queue.
A promise is a door that opens.
Fix it.
Not once, for the photograph.
On the Tuesday no one watches,
with the toolkit,
with the person who comes back,
because someone will be here tomorrow who needs this to work.
Beauty is not the opening day.
It is the maintenance.
The fixing.
Again.
And again.
For as long as people need to cross.
Do not ask me for an opinion Char said
I don’t have them
This amazes me
I follow her around for days, listening to her talk
She has opinions on everything
the sky, the moon, the sidewalk, the streetlights,
the neighbors, her friends, her relatives,
Her opinions come out with every breath she takes
She is actually more opinionated than most
Which also proves
she is disillusioned or a liar
My name is Peter,
And these are things that Jesus said to me.
From Scripture, he will say things to all of us.
May each of us but dare to read and listen.
He told me that I would deny him three times.
I replied to him that I would never deny him.
He asked me three times if I loved him more than the others. I replied that I loved him.
With regards to John, I asked him, "What will
This man do?" His reply to me was, "What is
That to you?"
Each of us is given the gift of life with a plan
And purpose unique to us and distinct from
Others.
May we concern and busy ourselves less about what others do or will do and more about what we are to do with the life given to us. The key is what he says to ME.
Mislike me not of my burning ray
My light bequeath thou the lukewarm day
Albeit the cherished dew doth dry
The ray cannot lurk, thus thou dost rely
The light dost form faint shower
And warmth bloosoms the flower
Creatures dwelling in the frost
Yearn patiently for mine accost
The world and his wife sings with bliss and mirth
Such harmonious with no thirst and dearth
My light dost pierce the abyssal floor
When night falls, it sheer to the ashore
Thou shall hath faith and trust
It shall never ought to carry by the gust,
Methinkst of burning all woe of thine
To garnish this realm of benign
Hustlin' Soul Jazz to the beat on the street/
Straight ahead Hank Mobley Art Blakey Seven Steps to the cool sounds of Harlem, diggin' deep into the subway, Harlem-148 St get off, take off/
whatcha say, bright moments, Man, bright moments the Pharoah Sanders way Milestones on the eight track Blue Mitchall's trumpet at the Sweet Basil, a jazz club in New York City's Greenwich Village/ a great place to play jazz and hang with no big pay day/
Wow, what a scene, Cecil McBee, Leroy Jenkins, Junior Mance, heavy heavy hitters of the jazz day/
So dig this, don't forget Wynton Kelly and his trio/
cool jazz covers and slick sleeves to get the record-buyin' hipster to hit on vinyl. Man, let me get you a bird's eye view, cause there ain't no cover charge to dig these words to view
George Washington says hello, he looked down and felt the glow.
The glow of all of America, shining bright, growing, learning, and burning bright.
Bright like the sun, making him smile and feel proud.
Proud of America, for all the people, working day and night making it better.
Better for all, for the flag, for the independence, for all the things we cherish and love.
Love of life, love of freedom, love of God, love of our rights, love of all the things that make our life feel right.
George fought hard with his team to make us able to dream, to live, to grow, so never let it go.
George we remember you and your team, we will celebrate this year our 250th anniversary.
George we will pray and follow your path, we will work to make America its best.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
The one who says I am dervish, I want to look at
His sound as I was running, I want to reach at
Heaven's bridge is thinner than hair, sharper than blade
Going there above it, houses I want to make
Under it there is hell, inside of it there is pure fire
Arriving there at that shadow, for a while I want to rest
As I said shadow do not blame me dear imam
May you be pleasant, for a while I want to toast
I burn as much as my sins then clean at the water of mercy
Wearing on two wings, for a while I want to soar
After that seeing houri, heaven I want to arrive
Houri and Gilman, one by one whom i want to give a hug
Dervish Jonah do not tell these words twisted
One called Mullah Kasim comes to you and questions
Written By Yunus Emre (Dervish Jonah)
Translation Onur Ünlü
The devil says
“You know how romance is
You don’t get no second chances”
God says
“You will get many second chances
I will release you from the stanchions”
You Wouldn't Want
To Blame The
Inevitability Of
Their Fallacy
If You Knew
They Were You.
Of Course It
Isn’t Your Fault.
You Don’t Have
A Clue.
If They Were You
Then:
You'd Be Them...
***
And All That
Quantum Theory
Crap.
You Have Lotsa Clues.
Whatever, Not So Fast...
Right, I MEANT To
Do That.
-Gray Squirrel
11-16-2025
My tongue doesn't stop says Allah Allah
My soul at my matter says Allah Allah
My ear and my eye, my legs and my arm
My malar and my face says Allah Allah
Do not get closer to the rest Kuddusi
Fellow of God says Allah Allah
Oh Allah dear my lord
Other than you there is no god
Let you forgive my fault
Dear Most Merciful Allah
They are your servants
They have sins a lot
You are their Lord
Dear Most Merciful Allah
I am a ruin dear Sufficent
To the sorrow what is healing
Give me Muhammad's loving
Dear Most Merciful Allah
Let you forgive your lover
With sins that are great
Let you embroider love to heart
Dear Most Merciful Allah
Written by Kuddusi
Translation Onur Ünlü
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