The Crescent
The sun's boat is broken and drowned in the Nile
But a piece is floating about on the water of the Nile
The twilight's pure blood drips into the sky's basin
Has the lancet of Nature drawn the sun's blood?
Has the sky stolen the ear ring of the evening's bride?
Or has the fragile cord in the Nile's waters strolling?
Your caravan is afoot without help of bell's call
The human ear cannot hear your foot-steps' sound
You show the spectacle of rise and fall to the eyes
Where is your home? To which country are you going?
O star-like planet take me with yourself
The prick of Longing's thorn keeps me restless
I am seeking light, I am weary in this habitation
I am the restless child in the existence's school…
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Ancient Egyptian Women Bathe In River Nile
The River Nile, the sphinx, the pyramids,
ask questions of us all, as do the bodies,
skin tones, sweet sweat, female Egyptians.
Ra and Nile melt golden skin colours,
into fresh taste of sacred Nile waters,
pyramids watch longing as Nile floods.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Story of River Nile with Egyptian Women
Once upon a time in the beautiful ancient Egypt
The sun asked the river Nile
From where you got this golden color?
The river Nile said
It's the color of the Egyptian women skin
When they come to bath
I melt some of their skin's color
The sphinx asked the river Nile
From where you got this sweet taste? The river Nile said
My sweetness is from the sweat of the Egyptian women.
The pyramid asked the river Nile
Why you flooding up every year
The river Nile said
When i feel longing to have more women
The Egyptian men protested against the Nile
Please stop your sexual harass
They always come back asking for more
The river Nile asked
So do you give them what they need?
The Egyptian men said
Yes we must do..We can't resist their temptation.
The same with me
The river Nile said.
poem by hosny Soliman
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Down The Nile
Lying right beside you all the things we done
This I didn't plan now I understand we're one
We belong together no more time to fight
Underneath the skin we can let it in and float it through the night
And I aint never been here before
And you you , you come and knock on my door
(chorus)
Floating down that moonlight river
Lighter than a child
Warmer than the seven breezes
Floating ~ floating down the Nile
Softer than the clouds around us
Filling up my eyes
Silky like your burning kisses
Floating ~ floating down the Nile
song performed by by Heart
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Night Boat To Cairo
Night boat to cairo !!.....
Its just gone noon
Half past monsoon
On the banks of the river nile
Here comes the boat
Only half-afloat
Oarsman grins a toothless smile
Only just one more
To this desolate shore
Last boat along the river nile
Doesnt seem to care
No more wind in his hair
As he reaches his last half mile
The oar snaps in his hand
Before he reaches dry land
But the sound doesnt deafen his smile
Just pokes at wet sand
With an oar in his hand
Floats off down the river nile
Floats off down the river nile
song performed by by Madness
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Merciful Maker of Waters and Whiles
Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles,
Then he too will know you.
I'll rear him to fear you.
He cannot survive in the waters of the Nile.
This trial is too great! The boy is my child!
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles.
Pharoah's command is most certainly vile:
'Kill each boy child born in all of Israel! '
I hear mothers weeping.
The monsters are feasting.
A child's meat is sweet to those beasts in the Nile.
Revile this intrusion lest I fall beguiled,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles.
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles!
Alas, and I fear never more will I smile.
They've taken my baby boy down to the Nile.
My son is not screaming.
It sounds like he's singing;
Though soon he will bathe as among pedophiles.
Denial will not spare him nor savoring bile.
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles.
Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Who spared not my son from the fierce crocodiles,
But spared instead Moses,
And he will deliver
All children of Israel from out of the Nile.
In this trial I'll praise you and smile in this while,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Who spared not my son from the fierce crocodiles.
Deliverer Moses resembles your child,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles;
Though Moses was rescued
But your son not spared-
Devoured his flesh as with beasts of the Nile.
You meanwhile were pleased as you stood by and smiled,
O Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Who spared not your own son to make me your child.
A Letter to the River Nile!
It was 20 Hijri during Second Caliph of Islam Omar (RTA)
Egypt was conquered by the Muslims Led by Amor Ibnul us (RTA)
It was intense drought in Egypt Then!
The Nile has become Dry
People raised a conviction
When they throw a beautiful girl with rich clothes and ornaments on 18 day of the month
The Nile begins to flow with water!
Hearing this The Military commander in chief
Disapproved the idea saying it's a Jaheli Culture
And told people to wait and they waited for three months! But still the Nile didn't flow
So people became restless and wanted to leave the State!
In This situation He wrote a letter to the Caliph
In answer Omar wrote 'Dear Amor, What you did that is right now, I'm sending a message (to the Nile) that you would throw in the Nile! '
Amor (RTA) saw the following lines: -
من عمر أَمِير الْمُؤمنِينَ إِلَى نيل مصر أما
بعد فَإِن كنت تجرى من قبلك فَلاَ تجر وَإِن كَانَ الله الْوَاحِد القهار هُوَ الَّذِي يُجْرِيكَ فَنَسْأَلُ اللَّهَ تَعَالَى أَنْ يُجْرِيَك
This message is from an Allah's slave and Amirul Muo-meninn Omar, to the river Nile of Egypt: -
'If you think you Flow yourself, then no need to flow again!
But if the Single entity and the Almighty leads you to flow then, my prayer to Him so that He again makes you to flow! '
Then Amor threw the letter in the Nile!
The next morning people of Egypt saw Allah has made the water flow at the level of 16 yards rise!
From then the water of the Nile still is flowing on
Never has it dried!
poem by Mohammad Jahoorul Islam
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Orion's Belt Pyramids
The River Nile,
the sphinx,
the pyramids,
haunt humanity
with mystic life
giving generations
golden waters,
questions
transforming
mind body
through time,
echo trio stars
Orion's Belt
in star sky
ground images,
as River Nile flows
through Egypt mirrors
Milky Way constellation
in
night
skies.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Poet Honours Poet Across Cultures
the wheel turns
full circle
turning turning
‘Terence George Craddock
With Honour On My Page’
is the poem ‘Ancient Egyptian
Women Bathe In River Nile’
which was inspired by the poem
‘The Story of River Nile
with Egyptian Women’
by Hosney Soliman.
Poet honours poet all with ears
to listen, hear our mind song,
flowing from the River Nile;
the sphinx, the pyramids,
melting in golden skin colours,
as rebirth awakening Nile floods
washing over our listening souls,
through skies eyes
of freedom worship.
We hounour our love
of freedom liberty beauty
which God wrote into all souls.
God bless Hosney, let us
continue to sing
freedom songs
together in light.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Greetings
Greetings to the tune fish in the Italian Coast,
And of the struggle of the Africans that crosses over!
From the Mediterranean Sea to reach out to your people,
But we still have the Blue-Nile nearby us.
Life in Sudan and of the heat of Africa,
You cannot separate the Pharaohs from the Nile;
And like olive oil, wine and vegetables.
Of the Berber and the Tuareg,
And my hope in Africa lives forever;
Greetings, greetings!
From slaves and camels i was sold together with you;
But today, i am free and i am sitting closer to the River Nile.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Between Africa and Europe I
Between Africa & Europe
We sat on the rocks of the islanded Nile
Somewhere below Aswan
The inkwell water smooth running between our toes
The silt of Africa behind Aswan's mighty hand
Why did we leave?
Why did we come home?
Between Africa & Europe my mind halts
In this poem of last returns.
There we are placed:
I swimming
You watching
The light of the Sahara still burnishing our skin
The cold dark depths of the river
Hiding our last desires
And they will never resurface beyond this picture
I treasure here
Only the Nile flows on
poem by Tommy Stroller
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Girls
all I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls
Cause in the evening it's girls
I like the way that they walk
And it's a thrill to hear them talk
And I can always make them smile
From my Castle to the Nile
Back in the day
There was this girl who got away
She liked by home-piece M.C.A.
He said he would not give her play
I asked him
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Read This Aloud
i am beautiful
i am not alone
i am self-sufficient
i am kind
i am happy
i am peaceful
i am living in the grace of God
i am human
i have erred &
i am forgiven
i am exuding happiness
i am a ray of hope
i am the sun of warmth
i am the rain of satisfaction
i fall upon the grass
i give life to the earth
i am like a bird singing on a twig
i am a song in the air
i am a lotus sitting on a pond of water
i am a river flowing peacefully on the banks of the Nile
i am the child of the universe
i am a star
i am a tree
i am a leaf
i am a rose
i am a sailboat sailing peacefully at sea
i am everything that i can be
i am a wish
i come true
i am the happy child of God
i am loved
i know how to love
i love
i am smiling
my eyes speak
my mouth waters
to the sweetness of this world
i am everything
i am this universe within me.
i believe.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nile Crocodile In The Sunshine
The Nile Crocodile
needs to lie in the sun
to digest her
crocodilean breakfast
and longs for a swim
in the cool blue water
though it is winter
in Crocodile country
the evergreen leaves
sparkle with drops of diamond
in winter’s silvery sun
sky shining in brilliant blue
the Nile Crocodile
lies in the sunshine
warming her cold-blooded skin
guilty as ever
for not checking the kids
or helping with homework
leaving the kitchen
in a state of horror
tonight she’ll feel terror
when taken to task
but right now in the sun
warming up for the dive
into the icy water
she’s as happy as
a warm-blooded creature
all the cold-blooded fears
and broken-heart tears
forgotten for a
while...
poem by Margaret Alice
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When the rest of nature comes to me
Late in the afternoon each bright weaver gambols
when the evening star shines blue-white,
each pretty butterfly flutters around
when wild pigeons land on the ground;
I am astonished in the restless city
when the rest of nature comes to me.
Through the trees the wind is a whispering,
when birds call in the silver twilight,
when the sun disappears, red behind the hillocks,
when stars appear with lights that wink,
I am astonished in the restless city
when the rest of nature comes to me.
Far away guinea fowls are calling,
preoccupied I sit peaceful on the porch,
see in the distance city lights shining
when the bats cavort to and thro,
I am astonished in the restless city
when the rest of nature comes to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Revelations
O God of earth and altar
Bow down and hear our cry
Our earthly rulers falter
Our peolple drift and die
The walls of gold entombe us
The swords of scorn divide
Take not thy thunder from us
But take away our pride
(g. k. chesterton: english hymnal)
Just a babe in a black abyss
No reason for a place like this
The walls are cold and souls cry out in pain
An easy way for the blind to go
A clever path for the fools who know
The secret of the hanged man - the smile on his lips
The light of the blind youll see
The venom that tears my spine
The eyes of the nile are opening - youll see
She came to me with a serpents kiss
As the eye of the sun rose on her lips
Moonlight catches silver tears I cry
So we lay in a black embrace
And the seed is sown in a holy place
And I watched and I waited for the dawn
The light of the blind youll see
The venom that tears my spine
The eyes of the nile are opening - youll see
Bind all of us together
Ablaze of hope and free
No storm or heavy weather
Will rock the boat youll see
The time has come to close your eyes
And still the wind and rain
For the one who will be king
The watcher in the ring
It is you
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Papyrus Boat
Float me upon the source of the Nile
Where the sky meets the water
And let me sing...
'Row, Row, little boat
Gently down the stream
Merely, merely, life is but a dream'
With the beat of the song
take me back to innocence
as pure as a spring water
Return me back to innocence
Where life is a dream
Float me papyrus boat
Gently to the calmest spot
Where the lake sings its nightingale
To the floating boats in the horizon
For the ship has taken me
To a stormy sea
Where the wind howls
Row, row papyrus boat
Gently to the calmest spot
Row...row..row
Life is so..so real
It is not just a dream
poem by Fasika Ayalew
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Fragile
If blood will flow when fresh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrows rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetimes argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are
song performed by by Sting
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Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile: Water before the faithful, blood before the unbeliever.
quote by Muhammad Iqbal
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Sinister Crocodile
A muddy water, beyond ground, abound,
jazzy verses, happy lol, gals are on kohl,
to accompany my brisk stroll, a big dhole!
wants to bite my behind, a sinister hound..
I playfully swim, in river Nile, for a long mile
cute birds around peep, the water is deep,
joyfully splashing I flip, stunning to beep!
kissed resurrected vile - sinister crocodile!
Fast I start propellin', so forgive my spellin',
in Nile salvation lies, under a swarm of flies,
dead spirits there rise, to ask for apple pies,
I swim clearly yellin', and fly as a Zeppelin..
The dhole sits on the banks, horridly barks,
frightful feeling hopeless, Nile is bottomless,
nevertheless, the croc wears bikini topless,
like with idiots or drunks, my power flunks!
The croc wants to marry me, a church key,
opens a coupla beers, we swim in cheers!
the dhole 's on tears, an' barks in Algiers,
an escargot swims in Capri, frolic an' free! ..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Hermit of Thebaid
O strong, upwelling prayers of faith,
From inmost founts of life ye start,-
The spirit's pulse, the vital breath
Of soul and heart!
From pastoral toil, from traffic's din,
Alone, in crowds, at home, abroad,
Unheard of man, ye enter in
The ear of God.
Ye brook no forced and measured tasks,
Nor weary rote, nor formal chains;
The simple heart, that freely asks
In love, obtains.
For man the living temple is
The mercy-seat and cherubim,
And all the holy mysteries,
He bears with him.
And most avails the prayer of love,
Which, wordless, shapes itself in needs,
And wearies Heaven for naught above
Our common needs.
Which brings to God's all-perfect will
That trust of His undoubting child
Whereby all seeming good and ill
Are reconciled.
And, seeking not for special signs
Of favor, is content to fall
Within the providence which shines
And rains on all.
Alone, the Thebaid hermit leaned
At noontime o'er the sacred word.
Was it an angel or a fiend
Whose voice be heard?
It broke the desert's hush of awe,
A human utterance, sweet and mild;
And, looking up, the hermit saw
A little child.
A child, with wonder-widened eyes,
O'erawed and troubled by the sight
Of hot, red sands, and brazen skies,
And anchorite.
''What dost thou here, poor man? No shade
Of cool, green palms, nor grass, nor well,
Nor corn, nor vines.' The hermit said
'With God I dwell.
'Alone with Him in this great calm,
I live not by the outward sense;
My Nile his love, my sheltering palm
His providence.'
The child gazed round him. 'Does God live
Here only?-where the desert's rim
Is green with corn, at morn and eve,
We pray to Him.
'My brother tills beside the Nile
His little field; beneath the leaves
My sisters sit and spin, the while
My mother weaves.
'And when the millet's ripe heads fall,
And all the bean-field hangs in pod,
My mother smiles, and, says that all
Are gifts from God.'
Adown the hermit's wasted cheeks
Glistened the flow of human tears;
'Dear Lord!' he said, 'Thy angel speaks,
Thy servant hears.'
Within his arms the child he took,
And thought of home and life with men;
And all his pilgrim feet forsook
Returned again.
The palmy shadows cool and long,
The eyes that smiled through lavish locks,
Home's cradle-hymn and harvest-song,
And bleat of flocks.
'O child!' he said, 'thou teachest me
There is no place where God is not;
That love will make, where'er it be,
A holy spot.'
He rose from off the desert sand,
And, leaning on his staff of thorn,
Went with the young child hand in hand,
Like night with morn.
They crossed the desert's burning line,
And heard the palm-tree's rustling fan,
The Nile-bird's cry, the low of kine,
And voice of man.
Unquestioning, his childish guide
He followed, as the small hand led
To where a woman, gentle-eyed,
Her distaff fed.
She rose, she clasped her truant boy,
She thanked the stranger with her eyes;
The hermit gazed in doubt and joy
And dumb surprise.
And to!-with sudden warmth and light
A tender memory thrilled his frame;
New-born, the world-lost anchorite
A man became.
'O sister of El Zara's race,
Behold me!-had we not one mother?'
She gazed into the stranger's face
'Thou art my brother!'
'And when to share our evening meal,
She calls the stranger at the door,
She says God fills the hands that deal
Food to the poor.'
'O kin of blood! Thy life of use
And patient trust is more than mine;
And wiser than the gray recluse
This child of thine.
'For, taught of him whom God hath sent,
That toil is praise, and love is prayer,
I come, life's cares and pains content
With thee to share.'
Even as his foot the threshold crossed,
The hermit's better life began;
Its holiest saint the Thebaid lost,
And found a man!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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