In Chicago
Of forthcoming weather no prophet have they,
For the ground hog is there to be seen every day.
poem by John Bannister Tabb
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Oh prophet!
Oh prophet! Oh prophet! get up and flee
The dormant city
Is vicious, merciless without joviality or glee
Oh prophet! Oh prophet get up and run
The dreadful city before the rising sun
The gentle night welcomes with cover and calm
Oh prophet! oh prophet get up and haste your retreat
The night city drums thunder and beat
A place so foul, no man is liberated or free in solitary streets
Oh prophet! oh prophet get up and hide
This city is filled with bigotry and shameful pride
The night is pure with divinity and delight
Oh Prophet! oh Prophet wake up and rise
Large treasure rapture city eyes
Their sins are blotted in shape and size
Oh prophet! oh prophet take a warning heed
Tomorrow God's wrath will over the city take lead
And with fury and fire burns her towers and her peaks
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Good Weather
This good weather ruined me,
I resigned in such a weather
From my government job.
I got used to tobacco in such a weather,
I fell in love in such a weather;
I forgot to take home bread and salt
In such a weather;
My disease of writing poems
Recurred in such a weather;
This good weather ruined me.
poem by Orhan Veli Kanik
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God Is A Prophet Don't You Know?
God is a prophet don't you know?
'He said pick these here moon daisies
And chain—them—together—
Gather—and make merry weather'.
'A donkey kicks' at your hindquarter.
'Son, come hither - high or hell water'.
As a hermit-frog must break a spell…
'Play a game of life, called, ticktacktoe.
My sons pay Hermes his alms rupees'.
His dough, until it's time for you to go…
God is a prophet don't you know?
He's the preacher whom leaves—word
Silently glimmering in the snow…
'Footless ways, which way to, go…
For the new life he'll newly bestow'.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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El Nino The Thirsty One
Some weather experts told us el nino is dead
That we would have his rainy sister la nina instead
Of him but now the word is more dry and warm weather ahead
The drought to continue despite what we've heard and read
Old thirsty el nino is alive and well
For many he does make life an earthly hell
Because of him many farmers have committed suicide
Their hopes and their dreams by him have been destroyed
El nino is living despite what some weather experts do say
He is a survivor he will not go away
He sucks the dams and waterways dry and every dropp of moisture from the ground
Where drought is prevalent he is to be found
El nino the thirsty one is with us to stay
Despite what some of the experts on weather do say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Water On The Ground
By eric clapton
Water on the ground, cloud on the sun,
Moon on the rise and the wind on the run.
But you know its only water,
Water on the ground.
Snow is falling, weather is cold.
Maybe Im just getting old.
And I think its only water,
Water on the ground.
Back to the rivers, back to the sea,
Keeps on running, just like me.
But you know its only water,
Water on the ground.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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God’s Reflection
God sees His own reflection
As if on the water
Prophet Mohammad the mercy of God
Is the best reflection of God’s character!
Prophet Mary the best girl of the world
Is the best reflection of God’s beauty and purity!
Prophet Jesus the soul of our Lord
Is the best reflection of God’s peace!
The Holy Koran the difference maker
Between the good and the evil
Is the best reflection of God’s favor!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Your (pbuy) Love's Miracles
The space is full of small droplets, delicate
But all of the don't have the same fate,
Only those the colors of the rainbow create
Who are blessed with your love, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Countless flowers smile in parks and valleys
Not for months and years but some dailies
Only those give forth sweet smell in rallies
Who want to see you, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
A large variety of herbs spreads on the ground
Some with ease and some with hardship found
Only those for good health are the most sound
That want to kiss your feet, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Numberless particles lie down on earth's face
Humility stays with them in close, fast embrace
Only those shine with marvelous, high grace
Who wait for you, o dear peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Countless oysters live in the lap of ocean
Pearls are not found in the same proportion
But in those who have your love's passion
Are blessed with pearls, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Countless stars roam about in endless heaven
All the time, in all seasons, round the days seven
But only those flames dark night does enliven
That pray for you o dear, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Homeless clouds float in the sea of sky
Some crawl low some move on high
Only those quench the thirst of earth dry
That saturate with your love, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Countless breaths come to us and depart
With them moves ahead life's slow cart
But only those give life to the beating heart
That are filled with your love, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Endless tears trickle down the walls of eyes
Along with repeated sobs and fast sighs
But only that to the high heaven flies
That is shed in your love, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
May we also become fortunate Amen!
May we also get your love's charming sheen!
May we get a glance of your kindness keen!
Life and death in your love, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
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The Prophet
In his dream an old man appeared.
“Good king, I have news”
“Tomorrow a stranger will come.
I sent for him. He’s a prophet you can trust.
Listen to him.”
As dawn rose, the king was sitting in the
watchtower on the roof.
He saw someone coming.
He ran to meet this guest.
Their souls knit together,
without stitch or seam.
The king opened his arms and
held the prophet close to him.
He led him to the head table.
They dined.
“At last I have found what only
patience can bring. This one whose
face answers any question and who
simply by looking can loosen the
knot of intellectual discussion.”
The king touched the prophet’s arm,
and said “Speak to me of Jerusalem”
The prophet smiled…
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Under the weather...
Under the weather
Down low
Beneath the ground
Water, mud, rain…
Soon I'll be gone
With the sand
In the wind
Sunny side up
Not so sunny
So I walk
Or is it mope?
I mope around
Away from the day
Escaping the sun's ray
Rainbow
Or is it a dark cloud?
I don't know
I can't see
I simply breathe
The dirty smoke
Under the weather
There I go
I just lost myself
Oops, clumsy me
I am but a simple waste of skin
That roams unnoticed
Undefined
Tragic Empty Space
Under the weather
Just a little raindrop
Leaking from tube to tube
Leaf to leaf
The bud of my light,
Now,
Turned back into a seed
Back to square one
Under the weather
Away from the sun
Under the weather
Under the mud
Purple, violet
I'm color blind
Corrupted
Interrupted
Blissfully unaware of my bind
Winter, fall
I don't matter
Silently, calmly, I crawl
Carrying my broken shell
Heavy weight
Fragile neck, my fragile back
Unseen snail
Under the weather
Under the rain…
poem by Lynn El Amine
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Salman Rushdie, indeed any writer who abuses the prophet or indeed any prophet under Islamic law, the sentence for that is actually death.
quote by Cat Stevens
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Prophet
Oh Prophet Muhammed
You are the dear one to me
There was always faith in you
And you made the people see
What an honest man you are
And you’ll always be the one
What a great heart you have
That shines like the sun
They have hurt you
And given you names
But as clearly as we all know
That these are terrible shames
They’ve even drawn pictures
And put a fake man
They’ve even written about you
As much as they possibly can
But who will believe in all of this
And who will claim that it is right
With gods grateful and powerful will
He’ll destroy all of their sight
Oh prophet we believe in you
And followed you along
Because your heart and your words
Will always stay where they belong
We love you oh dear prophet
While the birds flew
And after we recite your name
We say… Peace Be Upon You.
poem by Marria Attar
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Maria Prophetissa
An Alchemist and Prophet
Sister of the Prophet Moses
Merged practical, mystical,
Through dreams, visions
“Death brings resurrection,
Followed by new life”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Fever
Look at these eyes admit that you're killing me but you can never see
the damage that you do! Look at this fool in tears on his stupied knees
you treat me like disease how can I please you? I'd change the weather
I'd change the weather for you now I'd change the weather I'd get down
on my knees and pray for you I'd change the weather I'd change the
weather for you now I'd change the weather I'd get down on my knees
forever! And if I could I'd kiss you and run away now shut your mouth
and pray it's something that I'll do but I'm a fool a magnet to your
vicious words to you I look absurd but I'm in love with you
song performed by by Underworld
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Love is Not A Seasonal Crop
Love is not a seasonal crop
The weather we can’t control
Tend it well and well it’ll grow
The weather will and unknown how or why itself impose
Weather it with all your will, those it always wins
For of itself in time weather must be spent
Sometimes its only slight damage done
That we must amend
If it’s a total ravish, bend down and plant again
For earth and hearts are glad to give
An equal yield of what’s putted in
poem by David E. Patton
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Confused Atmosphere
Mother Nature may be confused, just like those, who have used,
This demeaning title to describe, the very God they have denied,
The Lord God, Who orders all, weather patterns, great and small,
He may never enter their minds, while stirring weather of all kinds.
Confused He isn't or will not be, for He is The Lord of all Eternity,
He is God of Order, up above; controlling weather men speak of,
And they truly don't understand, He controls the weather at hand,
Confusing only meteorologists, who dream Mother Nature exists.
They forecast the weather to come, not aware of where it is from,
Knowing not who is really behind, the weather they bring to mind,
Being shaken and very surprised, when it's not as they surmised,
But taking credit from their peers, for saying good weather nears.
Often times, you may even note, as weather is good some gloat,
About the returning of the sun, as if, it's something they've done,
Even though they may shy away, as bad weather comes our way,
Almost with a real reverence to, The Lord, to whom it is truly due.
For He is The Creator of this earth, Ruler over the whole universe,
He has, and always will control, all weather patterns, big or small,
With change meteorologists see, that fools the latest technology,
And it's those who have refused, God's Truth, who are confused.
Let me talk!
Wheather i type about my life or my dreams.
i am getting somewhere
Weather you look me up or not.
I am who i am, please don't change me
Weather i type about my hardships, don't forget me.
or or weather i close my eyes and open them
and i am still here.
My body's not, i went to heaven.
Weather this don't make sense it made sense to me
Because i am the one who's living to write.
poem by Sheniqua Lowery
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Something About The Weather
Dear sister, you have no idea
About the weather here
The earth is dry
We haven't seen any rain
For the past few years
And hunger is striking.
Looking out through the window
Father is trying to forecast the weather
And he has been saying something
But no one heard what the exact words are
For he's talking to no one, but himself.
Oh! how terrible things are here
The weather is bad, so bad that
I am beginning to believe what father has said.
'This is not weather, but a curse laid upon us.'
23/03/2004
poem by Arsiema Berhane
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The architect must be a prophet... a prophet in the true sense of the term... if he can't see at least ten years ahead don't call him an architect.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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Poverty
Poverty is like a curse
It deprived Prophet Jesus
Of a wife and popularity
Prophet Muhammad
Became successful
Because he became rich
Poverty is like a torture
By the enemy
Without help from others
One cannot get rid of it
poem by Asif Andalib
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