I reject any path which rejects life, but I can't help loving Sufism because it sounds so beautiful. It gives relief in the midst of battle.
quote by Naguib Mahfouz
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I love Sufism as I love beautiful poetry, but it is not the answer. Sufism is like a mirage in the desert. It says to you, come and sit, relax and enjoy yourself for a while.
quote by Naguib Mahfouz
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Sufism and The Skinny Old Horse
As I was walking by
"Al Hamra" sea shore,
I saw a skinny old horse
Pulling a Cinderella like
Carriage, and is led by
A thin young boy,
There and then
I could not but stop both:
The boy and the horse;
I reproached the boy
For not feeding
The horse well,
And for forcing
Him to work as well,
Tears dropped from both;
The horse‘s and the boy's
Eyes. The tears were dripping
Like rain,
I felt like crying too.
Yet, my reason
Was so different;
It was sympathy,
Not huger, poverty,
Or even pain.
The boy blamed me for
Saying tender words that
Caused the horse to cry,
And so confused was I,
For I did not know
With whom should I
Sympathize more:
The horse or the boy!
I sided with the horse,
Because he could not
Express his feelings
And what caused his pain.
That I felt for an animal,
As I feel for Man,
Made me wonder whether
Am I a Sufi or not?
And what kind of a Sufi
Am I, if I could define?
Myself as such?
And what does
My Attitude in life follow,
If it was not hollow
From meaning target,
And philosophy as well.
If I ever belong to Sufism,
Then, what kind of Sufism
Do I belong to?
Sufism has many a definition,
But no particular definition
Is that definite yet:
A Sufi is supposed to be
A person who
Belongs to people
Who worship Allah or God?
Out of love before fear:
If a Sufi is a person who
Wears wool, I am not a Sufi,
For I am allergic to wool,
And I live in a hot country,
Or rather a region,
That its people rarely
Need to wear wool.
If Sufism means to wear
A lengthy hat and a big round
White skirt that goes round
And round and round
Again and again and again,
When dancing after being
Enchanted by a spiritual song,
While sitting around a fire
In a desert or any landscape,
I would rather escape
From such a scene,
And this makes me no Sufi
Indeed.
Sufis do not fear
Such a deed, though
They are not fighters,
If Sufism means that one
Loves to visit grave yards
To ask help from the dead,
Then I am certainly not a Sufi.
But if Sufism means belittling
Materialistic things
And abandoning
Worldly pleasures,
Like a hermit,
Then I am a Sufi,
If Sufism means you sing
With birds in the sky,
I am a Sufi,
If Sufism means you let
Your spirit flies with a butterfly,
I am a Sufi,
If Sufism means you feel for
Other creatures as if they were
Human beings, then,
I am certainly a Sufi,
And If Sufism means
Thinking a lot of the day
Of judgment, Oh, then
And only then I can say
I am definitely a Sufi.
10 Nov.2012
editted 15Nov.2012
poem by Nadia Abduljabbar
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Whats The Use Of A Title?
They don't make it
the beautiful die in flame-
suicide pills, rat poison, rope what-
ever...
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes out of the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject, reject.
they don't make it
the beautiful can't endure,
they are butterflies
they are doves
they are sparrows,
they don't make it.
one tall shot of flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
one flame, one good flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
in the sun.
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left, they were so
beautiful.
they don't make it,
the beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.
lovely and brilliant: life and suicide and death
as the old men play checkers in the sun
in the park.
Anonymous submission.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Renewed Life
It was mid- afternoon and the sun was hot
As my eyes searched for a cool shaded spot.
But there was none to be found
As my feet burned from the scorching ground.
It seemed like miles that I had traveled
As my thoughts became unraveled.
Thinking about how my life had been
And in this battle could I win.
I lost my job, my house, my family too
Walking these streets not knowing what to do.
But there was something that for years
I had not done or tried
As I fell to the ground and began to cry.
LORD! My life has become empty and hollow
Is this a sign - that with you I should follow?
Right there and then a cloud covered the sun
When I heard a voice say 'your life has just begun'.
Follow this path that I will give
And you will see what it is to live '
Then the sun reappeared and washed away all my fears.
In its place came relief, and with it a new belief.
Of HOPE, FAITH, AND LOVE
Given to me from above.
I followed his path and spread his word
And preached to others that had never heard.
In the homeless shelters I found my flock
And from that point on - I did not stop.
The homeless now have their faith renewed
And this was the path that I had to do.
I had lost and gave up everything
From my old life, and the path
I now follow is of paradise.
poem by Louis Rams
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Spanish Song
Nay, Inez, no more persuade;
Those are sounds that to glory should move:
Ah! ne'er for a warrior made
Were the garlands thy fondness wove.
Wake!—arouse! 'tis the battle's roar;
'Tis its light'ning afar I see!
I return with life no more,
Or, my country, thou shalt be free!
Yet, Inez, in other lands,
When around war's banners shall stream;
When rush forth our conquering bands
All radiant with bravery's beam:
Yes—then, midst the battle's roar,
I can still spare one thought for thee;
But we meet again no more,
Till, my country, thou shalt be free!
poem by Louisa Stuart Costello
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Manipulated Distrusting Days
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
There seems no end to them.
Although we live them with a craze that stays.
We have been manipulated and we're not phased.
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We live dishonest and in cheating ways.
And...
To defend them not too many are offended.
In fact we're taught to end them we will be defeated.
We feed upon these days as selfish feeding beasts.
Loving to be greedy as if at an endless feast.
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We live dishonest and in cheating ways.
And...
To defend them not too many are offended.
In fact we're taught to end them we will be defeated.
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We feed upon these days as selfish feeding beasts.
Loving to be greedy as if at an endless feast.
Manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.
Manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
As if we are committed.
We're in the midst of them.
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
And we can't quit...
These manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.
Manipulated distrusting days!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life
LIFE
Glorious is life
To feel the morning's dew
There's no strife
In the days left so few.
Magnificent is life
To see the flowers bloom
There's no knife
In the battle-though gloom.
Beautiful is life
To tread the grass green
With my loving wife
And watch the love birds preen.
Happy is life
With innocent children around
To scan the brilliant stars, in rife
In ecstasy to abound.!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery.
quote by Harold Wilson
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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let me say that the path I did take for a brief period of my life was not of reckless drug use, hurting others, but it was a path of quiet rebellion, of a little experimentation of a darker side of my confusion in a confusing world, lost in the midst of finding my identity.
quote by Jennifer Capriati
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Marriage, in life, is like a duel in the midst of a battle.
quote by Edmond About
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Lovin You, Lovin Me
(sonny throckmorton)
Chorus:
Im loving you baby
Loving me, loving you, loving me
And Im inclined just to let it be let it be
Im a loving you, loving you, lovin me
Well Im loving you baby loving you
Loving you loving me
And Im inclined just to let it be, let it be
Im a loving you, loving you, loving me
Once was living life alone
Once was living but the life was gone
Once my life was just a bad routine
When youre doing it by yourself lifes such a lonely thing
Repeat chorus x3
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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This Happens
You've met your match
Sounds like a fairy tale
He's just like it
He's everything in the fairy tale
Like the ones my mother used to read
Everything seems so beautiful
Everything seems so wonderful
So sad that we tend to be forgetful
Don't idolize
Don't sympathize
Do rationalize
Do empathize
Before human combustion hits the town
Before the end of the proposition...
poem by Chosen Reject
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End Of The Old Road
The day I stop loving you
Will be the saddest day
Of my now fragmented life!
This day I stop loving you
Will be also the happiest of all
Because you will die within me
And I will be reborn:
A new me without tears,
A new me without fears!
Old fun memories will die
And will be buried along with you
While fun moments will come alive
To enrich my new life full of hope!
Once my heart and tormented mind
Are finally reconciled,
I will happily again smile
When I find the one sweet and kind!
That day I will be blessed
By the Mighty One above
Who will show me the path
That faithfully I must follow!
The path that will lead me to you,
The only one on this Earth
That will give me a real love
For the rest of my life
And now, I must finish this poem
Before I run out of words!
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Saturday
Saturday began just the same as other days
But ended up different in many ways
Love is in my world since saturday
Mornin came but somehow it didnt seem the same
The sadness of friday had somehow changed
To the happy sounds of saturday
Saturday, ever-loving saturday
I whistle to bluebirds
I tried to tell them how you brought me sunshine
My heads filled with new words
That sing to the sounds of happy day after friday
(*) come and see the flowers of love she gave to me
The touches of laughter and harmony
To the happy sounds of saturday
Saturday, ever-loving saturday
My heads full of new words
Sing to the sounds of the day after friday
Day after friday
Repeat (*)
Saturday, saturday, ever-loving saturday
song performed by by Carpenters
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So Long Ago (Love Poem)
The loving look
Was all it took
To melt my heart,
My life to start,
So long ago.
Blossom blush,
Schoolgirl crush,
To take it slow,
We grew to know,
So long ago.
In midst of loving,
That 18 feeling,
When two are one,
And two were one,
So long ago.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Paths Of Happiness
If the path is beautiful, check where it leads?
But if the destination is beautiful-
Don’t worry about the hardships, keep moving.
There is no path that leads to happiness;
But happiness itself is the only path, goes every where.
Continuous efforts- not strength or intelligence, fetches happiness.
Happiness and excuses do not work together,
If we think about excuses, forget about happiness;
And if we want happiness, forget excuses.
Money can’t buy happiness,
But it is less painful to cry in a palace, than in a hut:
So don’t insult happy moments.
Happiness is like sunlight,
It shines in the corner of the heart,
And offer every morning fresh hopes.
It is very difficult to give happiness,
But try to at least erase somebody’s sorrow,
Like a good eraser.
Whenever offered with half glass of milk,
Call it half full and not half empty,
Happiness should be enjoyed with what we have,
But not reject due to what we do not have.
Happiness without positive attitude is merely destiny,
But happiness with a positive attitude is called, achievement;
So try to be a happy achiever in life.
Soft speech, clean heart, calm eyes, strong hand, focused mind:
And firm determination, with God’s love and blessings,
Always make us a happy winner, so always be a happy winner.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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I Want to Eat You
Dearest Smi
today 30 dec 2003
Is the happiest day in my life
My own Smi
loved me and together we spent hours
loving kissing
feeling each other so close
so much loving
i do not mind dying any moment now
I got more than what I hoped from life
Love of my Smi
I never ever imagined
your body to be so much beautiful
You are the most beautiful woman in the world
Your forehead ears, eyes
nose, beautiful lips
extremely beautiful face
intoxicatingly beautiful navel
must be unimaginably beautiful hidden parts
hidden to me
Oh My Smi
I will do anything to
have you as my own forever
I love you so much Sooooooo
Muchhhhhh.
Your lips were so tasty
your hug was so sexy
have I made you happy my Smi?
Were you happy with your vht?
I will make you mad with my love
As I am really mad with you
Oh my dearest darling
I cannot live without you
You are the best woman in the world
Be mine forever
poem by Thomas Viruvelil
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(That's What You Get) For Lovin' Me
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
Now don't you shed a tear for me
I ain't the love you thought I'd be
I've had a hundred just like you
But don't be blue I'll have a thousand before I'm through
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
Now there you go, you're cryin' again
You should have known how things would end
But then some day when your poor heart is on the mend
I just might pass this way again
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Everything we had is gone, you can see
That's what you get for loving me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Raven Eve
[in Cinquain format]
Raven
Eve of dreary
Augur, revealer of
Fears, producer of shades of fright…
I shall
Endure
Your darkened hours,
Reject your ebon force.
Begone O night! I shall entreat
Brilliant
Orb’s rays
To warm gilt dawn…
Yet delay day’s desert
Power to parch minds in endless
Cycle!
Beckons
My soul: day’s sweet
Dazzling promise to seek afresh
Destiny’s
Rewards.
I forge iron
Will to battle anew
Midst fields of sleep and shadowy
Dreams.
poem by T.N. McCoy
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