This is the beauty of the Qur'an: it asks you to reflect and reason, and not to worship the sun or moon but the One who has created everything. The Qur'an asks man to reflect upon the sun and moon and God's creation in general.
quote by Cat Stevens
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Why Me?
When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
Naïveté asks, why me?
When wishes are whacked
And dreams are dashed
Naïveté asks, why me?
When fantasies are fettered
And blessings are battered
Naïveté asks, why me?
When desires are demolished
And ambitions are admonished
Naïveté asks, why me?
When temptations are traumatized
And passions are pulverized
Naïveté asks, why me?
Strangely,
Naïveté with influence
And naïveté with affluence
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with name
And naïveté with fame
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with health
And naïveté with wealth
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with fiefdom
And naïveté with wisdom
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with beauty
And naïveté with booty
Never asks, why me?
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Moon Is Like You
Moon will my beam cross over?
Moon how too know I am so lonely.
Moon know, why I do sit under you?
Moon You are so bright, I reach up,
into and touch yours is very heavenly.
Moon why do you blink? Moon so pink.
Moon like you, we are to much similar
and have only one way up into moon.
Moon our faces reflect out and within.
Moon they all do, moon when you do.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Tale of Two Stars
The mind of Sun smiles from the centre
The mind of Moon beams from the corner: they seek
Body to put on the Beam Bang to ensure a universality…
Moon says to Sun “you are hot” And Sun says
To Moon “you are cool”. Sun without quenching glow
Asks: What bores you Moon” Moon replies “a Sun that
Is dull” Sun asks “can a Sun be dull” Moon retorted
Oh, so you don’t have this coverage”
Sun opens instantaneous hotline “sorry, I thought a
Sun radiates on halos like you”. Moon twirls, the toss of
Blondeness touching Sun’s brunette! Then asks Sun “what
Drink would you like” Sun replies, I am a ‘totaller, Orange
Thanks! Thru flagrant osmosis Moon presses keys that
Titillate like “the IQ of zebras will be great on a Mensa…
And Sun lifts his voice and sings an Akan drum
I call gold—gold is mute—I call cloth—
Cloth is mute—It is humankind that matters”
Sun buys Moon glass of her choice boasting warmth
Still they throw topics along osmotic understandings
Then Moon brings out a house of wrapped tobacco
And asks Sun “do you want to stick with one? ”—
Sun replies, “I am a Non-smoker Thanks”. Sun
Watches Moon cover the mirror with…then Moon
Turns suddenly to Sun and asks in an unshakable
Diminuendo—Are you a boring Sun? ”
The DJ releases Marley—the legend wasted no
Time to charge the floor with positive vibrations…
Sun vibrates warm with the One Love Consciousness…
And bubbles of sweats of Sun’s Afro reflect the lights
Extra curvy stars speed grace the shaking floor
The galaxy of curvy stars form an orbit around Sun
Their rotations tantalizingly passionate with Sun
Hastily Moon gather steps and reggae thru the orbits
Her feet dactylology like Adowa dancer catches Sun’s eyes
Then Moon explodes genially on eardrums of Sun
Thought we could see through our multicultural
Osmotic discourses somewhere quiet we two? ”
Sun cogitates on zebra, the Akan drum then glows green
Moon soliloquises with palpable royal splendour: Eureka!
poem by Gabriel Eshun
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My father said, 'Politics asks the question Is it expedient Vanity asks Is it popular But conscience asks Is it right'
quote by Dexter Scott King
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Cowardice asks: Is it safe? Expediency asks: Is it politic? But Conscience asks: Is it right?
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Cowardice asks Is it safe Expediency asks Is it politic But Conscience asks Is it right
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2 In 1
I thinkabout the sun
from sunset to sunrise
like hideand seek, this celestial object
hides from me, and when the sun leaves
the moon peaks from behind the darkness
i stay outall night just to harnest,
midnights beauty, she's sucha beauty
the stars make-up the midnight sky,
like make up they shine when she blushes
Likea shush, the darkness remains silent
at midnights still, the wind blows
and you can feel, the touch of beauty
as the light of the moon shines on the concrete
to reflect hidden sunshine
afterall the sun hides behind the moon
likea celestial game of peeka boo,
then the sun rises to takea peak
Dont stare to longas beauty can blind
and then you willonly beable to feel
the warm embrace of the sun
as it shines over your bodyand
it kisses your cheek puttinga smile
on your face, a smileonly the
sun or moon can make you display,
as it is for the glow of the moon
or the suns rays
poem by Clinton ricks
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I Can't Say No
Here I am
There you are
If you ask me to walk a thousand miles just to be where you are,
I can? say no
If you ask me.
If I had a dime, it? yours as well as mine.
I? keep the penny, you know I would and gladly give you the nine.
I can? say no
If you ask me
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
If you told me tonight to get up
Pack my bags let? go away,
I wouldn? even care what my Mommy, what my Daddy might have to say.
?ause I can? say no
If you ask me .
Ooh, ooh no!
(You?e too beautiful to be. to be)
You know I can? say it, baby no!
(You mean everything to me)
No ifs and no maybe?
No!
(that? why I, that? why I, that? why I, that? why)
You know I can? say it baby,
I can? say no
If you ask me.
Ooh ooh ooh. Sometimes I get so angry with him
I walk around I pout all day.
And the he kisses me and asks me do I love him
In a sweet soft sexy kind of way,
I can? say no
If he asks me.
On No I can? say no if he asks me.
I can? so if he asks me
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Some People Worship
Some people worship the fiery sun
And some the crescent moon
Some people worship the stars above
But God I worship you
Some people worship dragons
And some hand carved statues
Some people worship the devil
But God I worship you
You created the heavens above
The earth with color of every hue
Then in your image you made man
God I worship you
Some people worship their president
And some their nation too
Some people worship themselves
But God I worship You!
© by Patricia Bankhead
poem by Patricia Bankhead
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Here Comes The Moon
Everybodys talking up a storm
Act like they dont notice it
But here it is and here it comes . . .
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Impulse always quickens when its full
As it turns my head around me
Yes it does and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Gods gift I see thats moving up there into the night . . .
Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:
Looks like a little brother to the sun
Or mother to the stars at night
And here it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Breath is always taken when its new
Enhance upon the clouds around it
Yes it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.
song performed by by George Harrison
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God Whose Gifts In Gracious Flood
God, whose gifts in gracious flood
Unto all who seek are sent,
Only asks you to be good,
And is content.
So the world, when all things are
Sparkling, yet does nought ignite,
Only asks you to be fair,
And finds delight.
And my heart, in the sweet shade
Of two beauteous eyes steeped o'er,
Only asks if you be glad,
And nothing more.
poem by Victor Hugo
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Moon, We Look to You.
Moon, you have a shade of blue tonight –
Is it something that you saw or heard?
Only yesterday, your tone was proud and bright,
Yellow silver, full, and so assured.
Moon, despite the clarity of sky,
Metaphors of cloud that fluff with grey
Drift across your rounded face to spy;
Feeding back, there's awfully much to say.
Moon, you have a role to play up there –
We below must bear the earthly pain.
Duty bound, we shoulder sorrows fair –
You are free from our grotesque disdain.
Moon, we depend on you to shine
When the sun retires down below.
Add to that your grandest role divine:
Tidal Lord, to keep the seas in tow!
Moon, I hope you take to heart our plea –
Needless is the reason for your blue.
Beaming, you should give the night its glee:
We're despairing – so we look to you.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Moon's Tears
Moon shines down onto Earth
But does she ever really shine?
Or does she just reflect Sun’s light
A sad excuse for originality
Always trying
Never succeeding
To cast her own rays
Coming and going
Offering mystery, hope, light
Staying for a few short hours
Leaving much too soon
Although she struggles to break free of the trap of reflected rays
She’s content
With her lot in life
Even though she can’t make her own light
Nobody will gaze up at Sun in wonderment
That is something reserved for Moon
Sun and Moon work together
Like brother and sister
Fighting every once and a while
But loving each other nonetheless
The end result being a beautiful light
Always shining down
Putting aside their differences
Sun admitting Moon is prettier
Moon admitting Sun is more powerful
A peaceful companionship
Tell me: why can’t the rest of the world act like Sun and Moon?
poem by Maddie Bird
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Cowardice asks the question - is it safe?
Vanity asks the question - is it popular?
Expediency asks the question - is it political?
But conscience asks the question - is it right?
There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, popular, or political; but because it is right.
quote by Martin Luther King
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Cowardice asks the question - is it safe?
Expediency asks the question - is it politic?
Vanity asks the question - is it popular?
But conscience asks the question - is it right?
And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular; but one must take it because it is right.
quote by Martin Luther King
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Moon After Day
Moon shed a tear
Moon give me fear
Moon light my way
Moon after day
Moon give me strength
Moon has no length
What I want to say,
Is Moon after day
Moon is full
Moon is dull
Moon light my way
Moon after day
Moon is my life
Moon gave me a knife
Moon slit my wrist
Moon a wonderful bliss
What I want to say
Moon after day!
What Is This Between You And Me?
When dawn arrives, sun rises,
And daylight bristles awake,
Never asks; Who leaves an ache as keepsake? ,
Grateful for each day, that he didn’t forsake.
When it rains, the cuckoo sings,
The forest echoes with his cravings,
Never asks; Whose soul-wrenching greetings the rain brings?
Tying her mute existence with what heartstrings?
When the wind moans in sweet whispers,
In ripe orchards, where the fruit anchors,
Never asks; With what sweet nothings he casts his doubts? ,
But in deeper shades she flushes.
When the moon returns on the rung of stars,
The night in obeisance crawls, like hungry jaguars,
Never asks-questions about his whereabouts, all that in the darkness chars,
But steers to him on the shoulder's of the lodestar.
When the storm hurls thunder and rain,
Enduring the earth braces open and doesn’t complain,
Never asks; What havoc in this rage she sustains?
Content to know in her hands, lie the reins to his restrain.
When the butterfly flickers mingling colors,
The blossoms throw no tempers, till their contrast blurs,
Never asks; Who steals my colors and violates the sanctity of my lair?
With open arms to his designs she willing concurs.
When the clouds lie scattered & wander,
The hills try hard to delay their departure,
Never asks; Who rides off to what strange lands with my emotions?
She knows with her heavy on his heart he returns.
Now, you have the temerity to ask me;
What is this between you and me?
x-x-x
Seema.Joglekar
5th Dec-2009
poem by Seema joglekar
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Son Of The Moon
Son of the moon
You are brilliant
You are bright
We wanted so much to apologize because we didn’t know you that Well before
Son of the moon
Yes we are both guilty of that
Son of the moon
We had been more occupied with ourselves
Son of the moon
We think that it was so silly and selfish
Only now we realize that
Son of the moon
You are a friend of the sky
The sky would be lost without you
We would be lost without you also
Son of the moon
We know the real you
Son of the moon
We know this innocent world that it is only in our minds
In reality it is not an innocent world
It is an ugly picture that we all paint
And of course it will always remain in our minds
Son of the moon
Dear Lord you know the son of the moon
You created it also
Lets embrace
The son of the moon
Son of the moon
If we will ever find love we hope it will last forever
Son of the moon
We are the warriors of the earth
We fight for freedom
We fight for love
We fight for peace
We fight for what we believe in
Son of the moon
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
Mirror mirror on the wall
You reflect the image of how far we fall
from grace as we consider the face
we believe ourselves to be.
Is that all that most of us see?
We are fooled by that looking glass.
And yet we glimpse at it as we pass
all of our imperfections we carry around.
But inside our eyes what is found
is the soul that accepts all of our flaws.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I must always try to recall
who I am and always shall be.
It's certainly not just what I see.
For I am more than my image shows,
more than my figure, my height, my pose.
I am who I've always been,
not this body that I find I'm in.
I am the earth, the sun, the moon.
I am the morn, the night, the noon.
And so I say to my mirrored wall.
'You can't ever reflect me.
For you don't know me at all.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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For moon
Moon are
swimming
clouds....
Clouds shado
clous the
Moon...
and open
the moon...
Moon was
Happly swimming...
15 days
full into black
15 days black
In to full moon...
Moon was beauty
of the sky...
sky was not
beauty for
Moon....
Around the stars
are beauty for
Moon....for moon...! !
poem by Poet Selvakumar
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