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A dream

I look at Paulo Coelho's blog
And I see ten's of thousand's of followers
At each word he writes
He gains ever more fans
And I have nothing
Except one or two faithful friends

Oh Allah will I too gain notice?
Will publishers look at my work
And see pure talent?
Will the world read my pieces
And see utter beauty?
Will my name go down
As one of the authors of the century?

Or will this forever be a dream?
Am I foolish
To spend hours writing?
Should I just go to sleep
And let go of my persistent pen?

During English we learn of men long dead
We relive their words
Rethink their memories
Will future generations learn from me?
Will my writings ensure my immortality?
Or should I bury
my words along with my body?

I know not my destiny
Or where Allah will take me
But my love for words
Is tied to my every breathe
I will not let my pen fall
Not until the angels take my soul.

poem by Mariam de Haan
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Abraham (Chapter 14, Verses 24-27, Holy Koran)

I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.

Haven't you thought it over already
How Allah sets forth an allegory
Kalema-A-Taiyeba is like a good tree
Whose root is firm and will never die
And whose branches are in the sky.

It bears fruit in every season
By the permission of its Lord
And Allah sets forth allegories
So that they may learn lesson.

And an evil Kalema is like a bad tree
When it's uprooted, it loses stability.

Allah confirms those
Who believe in Kalema-A-Taiyeba
In this life and in the life-after
And Allah keeps the oppressors confused forever
And Allah does whatever makes Him happier.

N.B. -Allah's happiness is more than His sorrow
That's why Allah is happy.

Kalema-A-Taiyeba is the Muslim's Holy Word -
There's no god but Allah
Mohammad is the messenger of Allah.

poem by Asif Andalib
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The Cow (Chapter 2, Verses 261-263, Holy Koran)

I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.

Those who spend their property
In the way of Allah the Giver
Their reward will be like a grain growing seven ears
With a hundred grains in every ear
And Allah multiplies reward for whom He cares
And Allah is the Ample-Giving Wise Teacher.

And those who spend their property
In the way of Allah the Giver
Then do not follow up
With reproach or injury
They shall have their reward
From Allah the Wise Teacher
And they shall have no fear
And they won't be sorry.

Kind words and mercy
Is better than charity
Followed by injury
And Allah doesn't need anything
And He is forbearing.

poem by Asif Andalib
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The First Poem

The first poem I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
The words I love you
written by this beauty's tongue
turned a heart rosy red from a somber blue
and made me burn for my heart was wrung.
The first poem I ever read
is the first poem I ever said.
On her poetic lips love words refined
and shaped a sonnet on her flesh defined
On those lips I read a poet's song
And knew it was there my lips belonged.
The first poem I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
I love you, I love you
What does it mean?
These words said, to start anew
something pure and something serene.
The first words I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
Those first words she whispered into my ear
And in my heart, her poem stood near
Those are the most beautiful words one ever said
I love you, I love you, will live till its dead.
The first poem I ever read
is the first words I ever said.
I read her lips, I love you, I love you..
now to sleep I go in love's sweet bed.

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Allah, please never mind

Allah is the Most Kind
Allah, please never mind.

Allah can see and hear
Allah, please grant prayer.

Allah can speak freely
Allah, please talk to me.

Allah is the Best King
Allah, please do something.

(Amen)

poem by Asif Andalib
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Impartial Judgement.

The muezzin from the minaret.
Calls to the people every day.
Rise from your sleep it's time to pray.
Without his call they might forget.

All faithful followers obey.
The rules laid down in Al Koran
The word of God made plain for man.
Which tells them how and when to pray.

Some foolish men are led astray
By bigger fools who think they can
Better interpret Al Koran
To suit the needs of modern day.

Persuading young men to kill and maim
With promises of paradise.
The ignorant believe their lies.
Convinced they're doing Allah's will.

What will they say on judgement day?
They can't refute the evidence.
What can they offer as defence?
They chose to lead young men astray.

Though Allah is compassionate.
There are some sins he won't forgive.
These evil men will not survive.
The lakes of burning fire await.

For those who chose to disobey.
Allah's will deliberately.
They can't evade the penalty.
Which is imposed on judgement day.

Beware young men of listening to.
False priests who try to twist the truth
And take advantage of your youth.
To tell you what you ought to do.

Thou shall not kill is the first law.
That honest priests will emphasise.
There is no place in paradise.
For those who pervert holy lore.

Allah will show compassion to.
The ignorant on judgement day.
But not to priests who lead astray.
young men and teach them to.

Kill and maim in Allah's name.
Although they are forbidden to
You can be sure these words are true.
Allah well knows who is to blame.

Monday,24 September 2012

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The call of the azan

Here and there the voice is calling
It is a melancholic strain from antique bliss falling
Its calls from dreams, shallow depth and within the souls
The terror from its beauty is renting the world scrolls
The world is fastly ignoring the words of this call
Its beacons us, to slay our earthly task in a white hall
It's the call of the azan
Its shouts to the man with iman
Allah hu akbar its singing
In our eardrums the song is ringing
Let us dance our feets to the masjid
Let us trade our soul to this true feed
Let us dwell our life for allah
Let us accept Mohamed as his messanger
Allah hu akbar the song is warning
Allah hu akbar these words are calling
Stop ignoring this benevolent song
Run to its source it has no wrong
Allah hu akbar it is the call of the azan
Its urges us to start Islam
Come brother you are welcome
You too come lets praise the one

poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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When you lack expert knowledge in a field, and you can't understand the peculiarities of the words, it is better to keep your mouth shut. The risk of appearing ridiculous is directly proportional to the number of words you utter.

Paulo Coelho in interview in Época Magazine (1990), translated by Dan Costinaş
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He's A Man of His Word

He contemplates life
In general who people are
Or what things are
What is it all about?

He likes to learn
From those of us
With knowledge
Of the here and now
And of the past

He taps away
At his keyboard
As he reads
As he writes
And discovered
To his knowledge
That it helps him
To be a better man

His words are immaculate
Even words I've never heard
But when he writes his poetry
It has meaning to each word

The man is so humble
On what he writes
On what he feels
And on how he preserves others
And their words

I bow to thee Kevin Patrick
Who is a man?
Of his every word

poem by Kaila George
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Jonah (Chapter 10, Verses 82, Holy Koran)

I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.

And Allah establishes the Truth by His words
No matter how much it is disliked by the transgressors!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Allah supports Muslim in Burma.

Those martyrs are bold and brave,
Allah! You are only One who can save.
Send your angels to sustain,
Courage, courage is to obtain,
Allah sends volcanoes, tempests, earthquake,
You have a superpower, It's quick,
Muslim in Burma needs support,
The fact can abuse and distort,
Buddhist are terrorist,
Heartless, slaying are the worst,
Allah you are the fair,
Buddhist can't deserve to breathe the air.
The Massacres are carried out,
Allah! for Buddhist! wipe them out.
Allah sends the angels to demolish,
The cries of mother can't finish.

poem by khaled Elbalishy
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One (Chapter 112, Holy Koran)

I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.

Say, Allah is One.
Allah doesn't need anyone.
Allah doesn't give birth and Allah wasn't born.
Allah is matchless He is such a person.

poem by Asif Andalib
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Words

Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer

Written by Sara Fielder © 2011

poem by Sara Fielder
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God Was Sleeping!

God isn't sleeping
And God won't sleep
But in the beginning
God was sleeping!
Suddenly
He started dreaming -
It was a nightmare!
In His dream He started crying
At one point of time
It woke Him up
And He heard His heartbeat
Allah Allah
Then He started questioning Himself
What is Allah?
Who is Allah?
And so on
Thus He started knowing Himself!

At one point of time
God Thought
It would be better
If there were two Gods
One male one female
So God went for splitting Himself
Into two pieces
At that time
God’s body was round and solid
Then Its size became bigger and bigger
Until it made the biggest explosion
As a result of the explosion
God’s body
Except
God’s body’s heart
Broke into tiniest pieces
That are called mind!
Afterward
They started to gather around
God’s body’s heart
Due to gravitational force
Thus God made a mistake
And hurt Himself physically
But He learned His lessons
Then
God’s body turned Himself
Into the Most Beautiful Thing
That resembles a human being
And created the universe
With a little bit of His saliva

Now
God is able to create
Sexual organs of His body
But He doesn’t do that
Cause
He is the only one of His species –
He is One
And
Unique.

poem by Asif Andalib
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I Love You

I must be crazy now
Maybe I dream too much
But when I think of you
I long to feel your touch

To whisper in your ear
Words that are old as time
Words only you would hear
If only you were mine

I wish I could go back to the very first day I saw you
Should've made my move when you looked in my eyes
'Cause by now I know that you'd feel the way that I do
And you'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my side

I love you
Please say you love me too
These three words
They could change our lives forever
And I promise you that we will always be together
'Til the end of time

So today I finally find the courage deep inside
Just to walk right up to your door
But my body can't move when I finally get to it
Like a thousand times before
Then without a word you handed me this letter
Read I hope this finds the way into your heart

song performed by by Faith Hill from Faith
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The Uselessness In Arguing About The Proper Use Of Words

those that discuss much about words
and how properly they must be used
how grammar is murdered and
sentences dis-edified must have no talent
to pursue into
actual use without complaint as to what
must be and could have been

in fact words are not pillars
where buildings stand and become castles
words in truth only serve within that curve
beyond this fence
and walls
words cannot go over and
penetrate

those that you think and remember
and keep forever
no word has ever conquered
sometimes
mouth-less it cannot utter
speechless in air
unrecognizable anymore in the word of those
unspoken

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Will

With pen in hand,
I write my words,
from dawn to dusk.
Words of love and hope,
for everyone to read.

Words of comfort,
for a life to lead.
Some will learn a lesson,
while others will ignore the thoughts.
Some will cry with joy, and others will not.

Each will gain something,
at least that is what is hoped,
and some will gain more,
inspiring them to carry on,
to inspire others to follow.

(7 October 2007)

poem by David Harris
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Master Of The Word

He writes with his feelings
Integrity in ever word

His poems make you think
About the why's in this world

As you read each one
You think
Been there done that before

But alas I can not say
Much about the wars

His eyes has seen
So much strife
Something I've yet to learn

I suppose I can say honestly
He's a true master with words

Respectfully I say to thee
Keep up the words you speak

I seam to be learning more
Of the world we paint with pens

With heart felt respect
I say to thee master of the words

His name is Eric Crockell
A true poet of the world

poem by Kaila George
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The Cow (Chapter 2, Verses 215, Holy Koran)

I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.

They ask you, on whom they should spend
Say, whatever wealth you spend
It is for your parents
And the kith and kin
And the orphans
And the needy ones
And the immigrants
And whatever you do
Allah knows it through and through.

poem by Asif Andalib
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The Brother's Reply

Sister, fie, for shame, no more,
Give this ignorant babble o'er,
Nor with little female pride
Things above your sense deride.
Why this foolish under-rating
Of my first attempts at Latin?
Know you not each thing we prize
Does from small beginnings rise?
'Twas the same thing with your writing,
Which you now take such delight in.
First you learnt the down-stroke line,
Then the hair-stroke thin and fine,
Then a curve, and then a better,
Till you came to form a letter;
Then a new task was begun,
How to join them two in one;
Till you got (these first steps past)
To your fine text-hand at last.
So though I at first commence
With the humble accidence,
And my study's course affords
Little else as yet but words,
I shall venture in a while
At construction, grammar, style,
Learn my syntax, and proceed
Classic authors next to read,
Such as wiser, better, make us,
Sallust, Phædrus, Ovid, Flaccus:
All the poets (with their wit),
All the grave historians writ,
Who the lives and actions show
Of men famous long ago;
Even their very sayings giving
In the tongue they used when living.

Think not I shall do that wrong
Either to my native tongue,
English authors to despise,
Or those books which you so prize;
Though from them awhile I stray,
By new studies called away,
Them when next I take in hand,
I shall better understand.
For I've heard wise men declare
Many words in English are
From the Latin tongue derived,
Of whose sense girls are deprived
'Cause they do not Latin know.-
But if all this anger grow
From this cause, that you suspect
By proceedings indirect,
I would keep (as misers pelf)
All this learning to myself;
Sister, to remove this doubt,
Rather than we will fall out,
(If our parents will agree)
You shall Latin learn with me.

poem by Charles Lamb
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My Heart Writes

Unending words flow through me
like streams of water-
My heart writes not to tell
the world Im broken,
that he should shed some tears for me.
But it writes to tell
the world my failures...
and that somehow
he would learn from them.

Broken words that know forever
flow through me like streams of water-
My heart writes not to show
the world I need him,
and that he should praise me more.
But it writes to tell
the world the lessons
I wish I knew before.

poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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