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sitting in the shade of a palm tree
came here seeking for answers
from modern cities,I flee
to the bosom of my ancestors
up to the blue bed,rising my dusted eye
on the horizon to the west
to the shining sun where it lie
knights on horseback,rising dust
hunting for phantoms so thirsty
for life battles will last
want nothing less than victory
everything is passing by me so fast
sands tickling my face,whispering "hey"
wake up it is end of the day
Copyright © Arabian Poet | Year Posted 2015
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The news came to me as hell
On your fake ship my sails fell
You broke my heart
Wafted from you treason smell
A demon cut the rope
My feelings drowned in mope
I lost my love's ship
Still I have hope
I will not fall down
I will find my land again
Draw a new map for my heart
And my ship will return
Heaven will send its cloud and blow its wind
And each will reap what he sow at the end
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This poem to clarify some of what was brought by Prophet Muhammad pros of good morals and treatment with others. And what is the meaning of Islam and being Muslim
You ask me, why I love this prophet and follow his religion?
I say, because he taught me how to be good
in everything that is good
You ask me, what else he taught me?
I say to you :
He Taught Me
To worship "ALLAH" the true God in the right way
To respect my parents and them I must obey
To help the needy and give the poor
To be gentle, generous and loving my family
To visit the sick and to be kind to orphans
To keep people safe from my transgressions
To love for others what I love for my self
To be honest, faithful, truthful and righteous
To smile to who I know or not know
To live strong. for my lusts not to bow
To stick to good manners and seek knowledge
To greet you by saying peace be upon you
My Greatest Teacher Prophet Mohammed Peace Be Upon Him
Taught me to be a Muslim
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To the moon we have been once
To it again might not be another chance
We just look at it away above us
Such thing happens with love thus
If you see the beloved signs
And she hit your heart by her love's lance
Don't hang your self such a dunce
You might not have her for another dance
Pull out your love's arms
Fight who to her stretched out his arms
Till he steps out with wince
Then you win her for the last dance
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It was late summer night
In a valley near Darmstadt
Riding his horse our brave knight
Heading home from an other fight
Rich of glory though in need for a mite
He noticed a strange twinkling light
He wondered what was that
He walked to it
there was a girl in the site
Like an angel dressed in white
In ropes she was so tight
By an evil man on her right
He was reciting a devilish rite
To the devil of hate
That he was trying to reanimate
In no time evil man was out of sight
Our knight pulled his sword out
Show your face, he shout
To the girl he went straight
Saying to her it is alright
My name is Ekkehardt
And what is yours? She said Margrit
Who or what was that devil kite
She said hi is my cousin Hackett
And he wanted me under his fiat
I'm the daughter of Lord Amet
The head of the music lovers institute
Her voice suddenly bate
Hackett behind them to bite
But Ekkehardt stood up for Hackett
Saying hey you naught
Be away from Lady Margrit
The knight's sword became so bright
Fired lightning which hit Hackett
And evil turned tail filled with fright
Ekkehardt saved Lady Margrit
And she became his sweetheart
And he was her soulmate
Everything got back to be quite
In the valley near Darmstadt
A German tale I tried to narrate
But wait
Still not that quiet
Hear evil sound coming from that height
To be continued..........
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He was young and one
Amongst millions of one
He believed in One
The rest in more than one
Prophet Abraham peace be upon him
Faced their king Nimrod who has a whim
Of forcing his people to worship him
Abraham challenged him
And defeated him
The king was so mad but still
He ordered to make a fire hell
And Abraham was taken to a hill
They throw Abraham into it by a mangonel
But Allah (God) said, "O fire, be coolness and safety upon Abraham"
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My last train trip
Can you hear my train coming tchoo tchoo
I see mom, dad and all the people I've known
At the sidewalk they are singing in moan
I'm sleeping, dressed up and up to go
All hats were been pulled down
I'm floating above waves of hands
I reached my cabin of wood
Inside, is brighten in white even my hood
Outside, it starts raining sands
With no time I'm drowning in the flood
Loneliness takes over the place
It is getting cold and dark
I can hear the village clerk
He is saying my name followed by rest in peace
Everything decays except for My gravestone that stands like a strong oak
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Here I am again sitting in the same place and at the same time as the battle between Light and Darkness is over
the sun is drowning in the earthly blue blood while her reddish blood is flooding over the shredded clouds which seemed like papers of a loser writer
thousands of fighters' souls are shining up in the Black battlefield
Here I come as usual waiting for your plane to appear from either bloods
Copyright © Arabian Poet | Year Posted 2017
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Feeling , sweet love, Flowing upon soul like rippling Rhine
and body is gonna pine
I desire not to dine
I live on her eyes, smile and wine
either to win her heart or to die and buried in her love's shrine
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How foolish I was
It started with a stupid joy
I was a foolish toy
To cross that bridge
And to taste her fudge
I wish I can go back
But I lost my track
My feelings drowned into darkness
Bitterness ripped off my heart with racks
I can't breathe in this thundering tide
There is no place to escape or hide
Dark storm wiped out my light
I lost everything in this fight
I'm crying now
what happened and how
I was a foolish toy to cross that bridge
And to taste her fudge
Copyright © Arabian Poet | Year Posted 2016
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