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Hidayat Adams Poem
In the shrine of my soul,
In the cathedral of contemplation.
In the temple of tenacity,
In the mosque of mercy…
Beside the rushing riven river,
Beside the thundering towers of waterfalls,
Beside the immeasurable leagues of a lagoon…
Above the depths of despair,
Above the abyss of abject misery…
On the shores of a sea of self-doubt.
As close to me as my heartbeat,
Nearer to me than my own blood,
Concerned beyond the call of loyalty
About my welfare…
The state of my psyche…
And the health of my heart.
That is where you are,
Where you remain,
Where I will always find you:
Precious Friend.
Copyright © Hidayat Adams | Year Posted 2023
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Varied hues of skin
A spectrum of shapes
Superficial beauteous forms
Cultures diversely similar
Divergent faiths bound by belief
Tribes tied to global nations
Ancestrally inherited customs
Trades, professions sundry
Outer multitudinous variations
Inner indisputable DNA equality
Similarities in differences:
One rock – home to All.
Copyright © Hidayat Adams | Year Posted 2023
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Inevitably, tears of love, of sorrow,
tears that stem from my heart, flow
whenever I think of your sacrifice,
the ultimate payment of a high price.
You were a principled, brave man
who refused to budge from your plan,
one that would shake a nation, the world!
Watching the horror left my soul whirled,
shattered, shaken, sad. You deserved
better than your fate which all unnerved.
Thoughtful you are even though you’re dead,
asking permission to have your ashes spread,
if the citizens would allow your last request:
in a free Palestine, liberated after conquest.
Copyright © Hidayat Adams | Year Posted 2024
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Only a demon looks at children and feels hate.
Only a monster looks at innocence with a spate
of envious rancour, then mercilessly shoots
to kill, and laughs. They are nothing but brutes!
These murdered children go straight to Paradise.
Do their killers even feel any remorse, or realise
that they blacken their souls with every child
they slay? Nay, for their evil runs far too wild.
Angels of Gaza, pray for your homeland to be freed,
for Mercy, Kindness, Love and Peace to be its creed.
Small souls soaring on heavenly wings of wonder,
refuse to curse those who your country does plunder.
Spread instead your feathery wings wide, cover the pain,
lift your little hands in supplication for those who remain
to resist the heartless beasts who revel in the madness.
Ask the Almighty to intervene, to dispel all the sadness.
Your laughter, sweet smiles, bright eyes and dreams,
these merciless ogres gleefully turned into screams.
You are now free of the shackles and undistilled terror,
at peace, enfolded in a loving embrace that lasts forever…
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What you send out far, far into the Universe
Will return in the same wrapping you had used.
Why you opened your heart and perhaps purse
When you needn’t have, is what you’ve accrued.
Forget not that charity is an act that receives more
Than it gives; and kindness is wealth incalculable.
Your generous heart might be forbidden to soar,
But a selfless soul is a true treasure invaluable.
Hope can be a rose without thorns, with a scent divine.
Words can become pearls of love that offer solace.
Sow handfuls of altruistic acts with the cosmos to align.
Be a river that flows unhindered, spreading infinite bliss.
The reaper fills his basket with a harvest of loss or gain:
Would you rather have joy, or would you prefer pain?
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The black, deep darkness of the soul…
The insidious beast that lurks inside…
Eroding your faith, destroying your goal;
Sowing bitter seeds of doubt and suicide.
Murk drapes over your heart like a shroud:
Burying you under overwhelming despair.
Gloomy negativity screams oh so loud!
Only of despondent thoughts you are aware.
But remember: night perforce must submit
To the radiant sparkle of day’s new light!
Brightness burns off darkling night as if lit
From within by belief that bears such might!
Glorious day will eternally follow dark night;
Hope will conquer the nightmares of dismay.
Love is the shield against any soul’s blight,
Courage will blast terrible fears forever away!
Copyright © Hidayat Adams | Year Posted 2024
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Broken people fill the in-between spaces:
Empty eyes, heavy treads, sorrow-filled faces.
Hearts blistered, burned; to ashes reduced.
Souls devoid of light, not by Fate amused.
A mother crippled by the loss of a child –
An addict craving a fix, however mild.
An agèd pensioner, lost and alone –
A homeless beggar on the streets forlorn.
The smiling teenager contemplating suicide –
Abused bully using cruelty his pain to hide.
The woman newly become a weeping widow –
Orphan who wishes upon a transitory rainbow.
Autistic child battling for sense in everything –
Alzheimer’s patient who now knows nothing.
Can these shattered ones somehow be mended?
Is faith healing enough, if sincerely rendered?
Is there a purpose to the wreckage of lives,
Does it perchance matter who survives?
The human spirit is resilient, most indomitable –
Broken people ignore adversity; remain redoubtable!
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The pain is shored up, hidden behind bricks,
But it shows through tiny, myriad cracks.
Deception fools the deceiver, plays tricks,
Discretion does not allow the heart to relax.
The soul bears all, bares everything to love,
The mind shuts away betrayals of trust.
Faith vies with disbelief, faces trials tough,
Loyalty oh so often submits to blatant lust.
Why sacrifice all when the other offers none?
Who’s to blame when the house crumbles?
Does losing in love truly mean having won?
Is the path smooth when upon it one stumbles?
Suffering, sorrow, solace: sacred soul sisters.
Mortal human, listen to their soft whispers.
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More precious than pearls are they;
Diamonds come not near in value;
Their weight impossible to be
Measured in carats of gold.
Oceans carry not such vast
Turbulence…
They flow from broken eyes,
But stem from a shattered heart:
Squeezed and crushed,
Beating arrhythmically in
Loss devastating, pain perpetual.
Each drop of sorrow falls upon the
Meadows in heaven,
Flowers bloom in their millions…
Angels gather bouquets of devotion –
Prostrating, these they lay lovingly
At the blessed feet of the Almighty.
And the Creator embraces more warmly
The Precious One He has recalled to
Bliss and Love indescribable…
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This thing called love in all its multiple forms:
a mother’s, a partner’s, a spouse’s, a child’s,
a friend's, a pet’s, a stranger’s, a sibling’s love.
And the very incomprehensibly incredible one:
God’s Love, with a capital L, no less!
Does it empower or embitter us?
Is it always such a double-edged sword,
cutting both ways? Or do we wield it thus?
(What’s that? You think love is a curse?)
Love inspires us to be kind, gentle, charitable.
It grants us the ability to transcend our
beastly nature to be the best nurturers.
Love grants eyes the power to gaze into souls,
blesses ears with the faculty to hear lies,
opens the mind to witness miracles.
(Curse it may be, but only to dead hearts.)
Love is our salvation, a precious gift of
Incalculable value that redeems the worst of us.
Love, in all its splendiferous forms, is
a cascade that offers the pure waters of life.
It might be tricky, but I dare say I
would not ever wish to live without
Love.
Copyright © Hidayat Adams | Year Posted 2024
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