I've got/Ja imam
I've got time my friend
when everybody else thinks
I've got hours
think I've got minutes
think I've got seconds
think I've got clocks
think I've got watches
all I've got are
changes
I ja imam vrijeme prijatelju
kad svak drugi misli
da imam sate
imam minute
imam sekunde
satove zidne
satove zglobne
sve sto imam
su promjene
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Picaro turns her face towards the sun
…chameleon like chiseled in a rock rock chained pours the rainbow colours the silent sky reflections where to think is if I was a tree I would turn my leaves to you so that you can mirror yourself in the streams of written currents if I were a butterfly I would turn my wings to you so that you can wing yourself in warmth from the hands an embrace to you if I had hands I would repeat the digging up of the wells which your light has not as yet reached if I was the light I would be faster than a thought if I had a thought from you I would make it a gift to the face cut in years towards death if I had a face I would not be a picaro of self an unoverstepped hurdle at the threshold of an entrance…I’ve got nothing.
Pikaro okreć e lice ka suncu
...kameleonski uzidan u stijenu stijenom rpikovan preliva dugine boje tihe odraze neba gdje misliti je da sam drvo okrenula bih lice ka tebi da se ogledaš u potocima ispisanog toka da sam leptir okrenula bih krila ka tebi da se raskriliš toplinom od ruku zagrljaj da imam ruke ponovila bih kopanja bunara gdje svjetlost tvoja stigla nije da sam svjetlost bila bih brža od misli da imam misao od tebe poklonila bih je licu što mu godine urezuju smrt da imam lice ne bih bila pikaro sopstva nepreskoč ena prepreka na pragu ulaska...Nemam ništa.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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One who does not realize his own value is condemned to utter failure.
Imam Ali in Peak of Eloquence
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A greedy man will always find himself in the shackles of humility.
Imam Ali in Peak of Eloquence
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The sin which makes you sad and repentant is more liked by Allah than the good deed which turns you arrogant.
Imam Ali in Peak of Eloquence
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He who is greedy is disgraced; he who discloses his hardship will always be humiliated; he who has no control over his tongue will often have to face discomfort.
Imam Ali-Ibn-Abi-Talib in Peak of Eloquence
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To Felix Baumgartner
~4 minutes of solitude~
let yourself get into the hole of fear
but don't let me waking without you
scattered pieces of the height
black node are longing
might my body will be destroyed
to ashes in the center of emptiness
but don't let me wake up without you
there goes the war, wounds and hate
when i'm flying without wings
just a few minutes away instantly
humanitarian spirit revived
a perfect in fear
(2012)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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A Very Simple Poem
once you say
do not write poetry
because
you do not understand
whereas
you like
to embroider
which
thread
you
keep a good
in a little
hole
no wrong
so
you have
embroidered
a poem
(2009)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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During civil disturbance adopt such an attitude that people do not attach any importance to you - they neither burden you with complicated affairs, nor try to derive any advantage out of you.
Imam Ali-Ibn-Abi-Talib in Peak of Eloquence
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Does the imam have a legal right to build the mosque at Ground Zero? The answer is yes. But is it the right thing to do? The answer is no. And most Americans, and most moderate Muslims, join with me in that call.
quote by Kilari Anand Paul
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The Month Of Fasting
Hajj pilgrimage,
The 'Chief Imam'!
In the month of fasting,
But with positive comments to respect your muse;
And like a foyer which gives a warm welcome to an open hall,
But, you have to abive by the rules and the regulations set down.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The World Was Silent Then
THE WORLD WAS SILENT THEN
The world was silent then-
Six million Jews among them more than one- and one- half million children murdered by the Nazis and their helpers-
And now when from one end of the world to another
One hears ‘The Jews are cancer’ and ‘We will wipe out the microbe Israel’ and ‘Every one of the Zionist dogs must be shot’
And when Ahmadinejad and Nasrallah and Kardawi and Imam this and Imam that scream for the blood of every Jew in Israel-
It is business as usual at the U.N.
And more North Koreans missiles in Iran
And Russian uranium at Bushehr
And Chinese technical help for the Revolutionary Islamic regime
And cowardice from the West,
And mild mild mild protest from an occasional leader here or there-
The world is largely silent again
The Jews are a small small people and Israel is twenty-thousand kilometers all in all-
And after all who has the oil and one eighth of the earth and more than fifty nations and with them too the most progressive of the most enlightened of the most extreme Left?
‘So why not let it be done
Another few million Jews gone
What difference does it make anyway?
They’re troublemakers aren’t they? ’
The world is largely silent again
And we can we our friends contend with them all
And overcome?
Pray pray for Israel good people wherever you are
We are in a long struggle to survive
And it is not going to be easy.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Banu’s son has had no water for days
Banu’s son has had no water for days
His pulse is weak and his mother prays
No hope in sight of getting water or milk
Helpless, she lingers by his cradle in a daze
“Pray tell me, what shall I do now Ya Husain?
The baby’s eyes now roll back in pain”
“Oh Ya Ali, Ya Ali where can I go?
I cannot watch my baby suffer so
How do I find a way to make him live?
Ya Ali he needs water, which I cannot give”
“Last night I saw him open his eyes
But today he lays still, doesn’t move, doesn’t cry”
Then everyone said, “Lets call the Imam
For God’s sake somebody, go get the Imam
The baby is dying, go tell the Imam
His face is blue, his body calm”
“Taking Akber’s body to lay it to rest
The Imam’s on his way, with grief beset “
Face stained with the blood of His eighteen year old
The Imam entered, his head bowed
And everyone led Him to the baby’s crib
And showed Him the baby’s still fingers and toes
“He barely breathes Oh Noble Prince” they cried
“Its seems as though he has already died”
At the head of the crib, the Prince knelt down
In the baby’s ear He whispered, head bowed
Hearing the Prince’s voice, the baby smiled
Toward Husain he extended his arms and glowed
“It is indeed a miracle” Sakina cried
“Oh mother, my brother has opened his eyes”
The baby in His arms, the Prince left the camp
And death followed, eyeing them askance
To shelter her baby from the midday sun
The mother draped a sheet over the Imam’s arms
Holding Asgher close, Husain walked, head bowed
In the arms of the heavens, a snow white cloud
As He neared the lowly enemy, Husain stood silent in pause
Couldn’t ask for water, couldn’t utter the words
With embarrassment He paled, He bowed His head
He uncovered the baby, to the army He showed
Head bowed, he said, “I’ve brought my son to you
Seeking water Asgher now has come to you”
Then He kissed the baby’s parched lips and mouth
And whispered “My son I’ve said what I could
There are no words to describe your pain my son
So maybe you can show them your dry, parched tongue”
In response the baby licked his lips parched and dry
And Husain shuddered and looked up to the skies
And as Husain looked to the heavens so
The cursed Hurmula strung an arrow in his bow
And aimed the arrow at Asgher’s throat
Pulling taut the bow, let the arrow go
As the tiny neck the arrow gashed
Asgher lurched and clung to his dad
A six month old baby and an arrow’s force
Blood poured from the tiny, thirsty throat
Once more he lurched and then went still
His cap fell to the ground and he breathed his last
Tiny fists curled over his chest, body numb
A minute ago he was sucking his thumbs
And the desolate Father, watched His son
Saw the devastation the arrow had done
And watched the baby in the throes of death
The tiny hands groping at the injured neck
The lifeless eyes rolling back in the head
Blood gushing forth from the battered neck
Gently pulling out the arrow from the baby’s neck
Husain lifted His son toward the heaven and said
“My God please accept my last sacrifice
For your cause, in your path, my son is now dead”
“Little in age but magnanimous in deeds
Thus are the children of Allah’s creed”
poem by Mir Babar Ali Anees
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Merapi, This is My Love
Grass, mountain and ash
Green, dry and burning
Love, tenderness and embers
Merapi, peace and warmth
Roads, water and you
I, waves and rain
Night, silence and confusion
The villages, torches and fire
2010
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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After ceremonial with Tugur
Gur, you should be proud with this
falling on the top of the table
and you buy the Sufi's book
often
We teased by gymnastics pamphlet ~
......HEALTHY ALA.....
or stop smoking
but we don't know
who is the king of our hearts
This hand may also have
could no longer hold
our children
because
as leaf
we have
yellow
will soon fall
by the wind
and the rain hit
our heads with his love
and we can not avoid it
Gur, I should proud to have
a friend in the old days
(9/5/2001)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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And The Gates Will Be Closed Soon
to R.Aj. Kartini (21 April 1879 - 17 September 1909)
The moss green wall, my friend
is not the frozen wall confining
Among the shade of Keben trees
There was no pain eventhough
There is a little sadness
Reading will not be conquered
Heart of the wet pen
I want to swim to the land of your birth
If the days will be filled with gloom
Then writing a letter or poem
is a must and will that in
The floor was cold
And the gates will be closed
soon
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo (2012)
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Your Visit
This is your spoon to take a medicine
I put them in order not to forget
I take a medicine
3 times a day, my internist said
How many times have you felt useless
with me?
But you are remain here
You're like the wind alone
caressing my hair;
there but none
(2007)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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The Catwalk
If you have come to the catwalk
Tell me about the fragility
You need not hesitate to say
Among indecision there is still a hope
This morning I walked alone
Crossing the deserted lake
Among the old pine trees
Missed on the catwalk
I want to linger on the way
Drowning in a dream
Hidden in the bushes
(2012)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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A Small Dove
a small dove flying alone
swallowed the sky
without limits
day by day
wings says
breadth was in your eyes
as in your heart
dove perched silent
no sky anymore
but the throne
crowns
to eliminate fatigue
break the unimaginable
(2012)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Herbicidi
Jaz sem majhna roz'ica zraven travice z'ivim
listke imam zelene in prav lepo dis'im
najbolj sem vesela ko sonc'ek vzide
najbolj pa sovraz'im koso in herbicide
Sovraz'im herbicide
Herbicidi so strupeni in slabega okusa
barva ni pomembna vaz'na je vsebina
vsebina pa je taks'na kot da bi dal sol
in perje od kokos'i v en kozarec vina
in dodal s'e malo olja iz motorja
c'rnega kot je c'rno dno c'rnega morja
in c'e v to dodamo mleto kac'jo drobovino
to nikakor ni vec' isto dobro vino
ampak obic'ajen neuz'iten herbicid
Sovraz'im herbicide
Mi se samo drz'imo navodil
unic'iti vse kar vsebuje klorofil
roz'ice plevel za nas je oboje trava
s'li bomo naprej dokler svet ne bo pus'c'ava
Oragato gato gade
oragato gato gade
oragato gato gade kinaj
sigilaj gilaj gi geda
sigilaj gilaj gi geda
sigilaj gilaj gi geda kinaj
Jaz sem majhna roz'ica zraven travice z'ivim
listke imam zelene in prav lepo dis'im
song performed by by Zmelkoow
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