Sister Fatima
The spirit of Fatima still rules the Earth
She knows your future, she knows what it's worth
Sister Fatima has God-given powers
And on 42nd Street a shop that sells flowers
Is her palace, come and be healed
She knows all your business, your health and your ills
She'll counsel your weddings, divorces and wills
For full restoration five dollars an hour
And with each consultation a free holy flower
And if she likes you, well you can have two
And I came from nowhere like you and your friend
My searching and wandering went on without end
My future was dim, my spirit was crushed
In one sacred moment my questions were hushed
I'm a servant of fate in this garden of truth
A humble recruit of the taffeta booth
Where all things are known but few are revealed
Sins are forgotten and sickness is healed
For five dollars the flower is free
song performed by by Don McLean
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Death
It came to me and holds my hand,
Press my neck and I was away from the land
People hate it a lot because it's so cruel
But the truth is that it rules
It's nothing but death
Which, doesn't allow people to breath
poem by Marium Fatima
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Bridges (For Fatima)
I meandered in a leonine grace
Supercilious with ambiguity
That terrorizes the smoldering scripts
Of the poetry that ferries me
And there you were on the other end
With a flair of a snake charmer
Or the hobbling of a belly dancer
Inebriating all my suffocations
By building bridges
To cross the angry oceans
Of reticent finagling
Now, you've touched
My regal delusions.
You are a lady of the desert
Dear Fatima, you are a topaz
In a chalcedony of coals
And that is all
That you are.
That was all
That you were.
A topaz dazing
My vision.
When the bridges halted
From craning to the creeks
And left an elegiac crooning
In the Levanter Wind
One last apology.
I'd burn our bridge, Dear Fatima
For you are a gilded rose
That has to be plucked
From the heraldry
Of inadequacies
And I had become
One of your thorns.
poem by Norman Santos
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Eye Of Fatima
(its recording...)
the clock says half past one.
i have no sunglasses as i step into the sun.
lord knows i did something.
oh what could it be?
woke up in the morning and all my friends hate me....
she's got the eye of fatima
on the wall of a hotel room.
three bottles of tequilla, 3 cats and a broom.
he's got a 15 year old angel and she's all dressed in black.
she's got 15 bindles of cocaine tied up in a sac.
this here's a government experiment, and were driving like hell.
to get some cowboys on acid.
and to stay in motels.
were gonna eat up some wide open space like it were the top of the nile.
the hands on the clock are gunna be here, awhile.
an eye of, the eye of fatima.
in the wall of ahotel room,
and cowboys on acid are like egyptian carttons.
noone ever conquored wyoming from the left, or from the right.
just stay in the hotel room..
stay up all night.
song performed by by Sublime
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What Happened / Eye Of Fatima
It's recording?
...Clock says half past one
I have no sunglasses
As I step into the sun
I know I did something
Lord what could it be
Woke up in the morning
And all my friends hate me
She got the Eye of Fatima
In the wall of his room
Three bottles of Tequila
Three cats and a broom
He got a 15-year-old angel
And she's all dressed in black
He got 15 bindles of cocaine
Tied up in a sack
This here's a government experiment
And we're drivin' like hell
We'll get some cowboys on acid
And stay in motels
We gonna eat up some wide open spaces
Like it was the top of the Nile
The hands on the clock are gonna be here
A while
An eye of Eye of Fatima
In the wall of the hotel room
And cowboys on acid
Are like Egyptian cartoons
No one ever conquered Wyoming
From the left or from the right
Just stay in the hotel room
Stay up all night
song performed by by Sublime
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Does The Lotus Shrink Away For Everyone?
(after A.G. Visser)
Early every evening after I see my neighbour driving away
an expensive car stops on the sidewalk,
there’s an old legend that returns to me
when the sultan Mirza Khan goes on a pilgrimage
with many knights
on his way to Ispahan with his caravan
and he’s just left when the neighbour’s wife rushes past
without loosing a moment.
Early every evening after I see my neighbour driving away
where in the darkness of night he leaves
to be involved with his commitments
with many knights,
while the winter wind cuts through me,
the gaze of the neighbour’s wife chills the leaving car,
there’s an old legend that returns to me
where in the palace Fatima made herself lovely
and the sultan had just left
to be involved with his commitments,
the neighbour’s wife hurries and do not want to avoid her lover
and I read insubordination, pleasure and rebellion on her face,
early every evening after I see my neighbour driving away.
When a horseman appears as the emir of the Badewyn
Fatima is naked, young and slender
and the sultan had just left
and the neighbour is really dedicated
exemplary, friendly and he wears glasses,
there’s an old legend that returns to me
where they meet each other and make love for hours
when the purple iris blooms in the cup of the holy lotus
and Fatima is naked, young and slender
and the neighbour is with other knights when his wife is wooed
while she is begging for other attention.
Early every evening after I see my neighbour driving away,
there’s an old legend that returns to me:
Does the lotus shrink away for everyone, does it wither
when the sultan Mirza Khan goes on a pilgrimage
when the purple iris blooms in the cup of the holy lotus
on his way to Ispahan with his caravan?
[Reference: “Divan” by A.G. Visser.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Miracle of the Sun at Fatima, Portugal, Oct 13th,1917
The sun stood still in the horizon clear,
And looked as bright as one, they all had seen;
But they could look at it without fear,
Sans blinking, delighted by its sheen.
This lasted but a moment, then!
And as the multitude gazed
The sun began to dance
And whirled rapidly and dazed
Like a giant fire-wheel!
After sometime, it stopped.
It rotated again with speed
Increasingly, making the on-lookers dizzy;
And from its crimson rim arose
Blood-red streamers of flame in sky
That touched all things on earth
In a colourful bright spectrum.
Three times, the sun gyrated thus;
The fiery orb trembled with rage;
It shuddered, hurtled suddenly,
In zig-zag way, towards the crowd!
Terrified, the multitude
Uttered a fearful cry
In unison, and fell
Upon their knees!
All felt the doomsday had arrived!
The air was warmer than ever
And threatened to enflame all things
Upon the earth, it touched!
Fatima was a heaven’s sign
Of Apocalypse – the end of times!
Some kind of a God’s design
To tell the world of Christ’s
Second coming was to begin!
The Lady who wore the sun as garb
Was Our Lady of Fatima,
Looking brighter than sun’s orb!
The miracle was to warn the world
Of men to lives amend!
poem by John Celes
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No Friends
I don't have any friends
And then it was a blast
I thought I'm dying alone
But then they were all here
I wonder why they are here
I was alone when I was alive
And now when I'm dead
They all come along
poem by Marium Fatima
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Lonliness
This is my 1st poem. I hope you will like it..
In the dark, I was alone.
Without a friend to be known.
I wish to die but then I cry.
I cry and cry
Till my eyes went dry: (: '(
poem by Marium Fatima
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Fatima's Hand
Fatima is 21
And around here - when your 21
u gotta start thinking about getting a man
getting a son - getting it done
just like her mom when she was 21
but even though Fatima's not ready for it
she not gonna say some
she feels she gotta do this for the parents
cuz they've been on her for the last 5 years
a lotta men from motherland
came up here hoping she say yeah
but she ain't down
wants somebody that can make her feel alive
chill every time she wanna cry
the one in a million type of guy
but her mom keeps telling her
"compromise, this ain't no fairy tale my child
do not waste your time
u'll regret u didn't say yes to this guy"
everyday is the same
like a battlefield
she gets the blame
bringing shame on the family name
just cuz the streets be babbling
like a Bedouin in a dessert storm
she lays low from all their songs
try to make'em understand
but it's like talking to the wall
her desire's burning to change her ill state
it's strange - for the first time
in a long time - she sees the light in the end
[Chorus:]
she brings the pain within your brain
y'all don't really wanna understand her thang
boo be really strong enough to maintain
thru your bullshit
it ain't nothing but pain
but she knows in the name of Fatimas hand
she don't go wrong
in the name of Fatimas hand
she will move on
hey hoping everything will be alright!!!
[Majid:]
I see tears in everybody's eyes
But I don't understand why
Mama standing in the kitchen
preparing dinner while she cries
as the pain spreads inside
cuz something that's going on
denial of my first question
second time got no respond
to lose some one that had always been there
She always had my back
And she always did care
So with these lines right here
I wanna explain how much I love u
No matter what u do I will forever stay true
Until this day
Can't nobody tear us apart
10 years is past
But u are still living in my heart
truly no poetry can explain how much I miss ya
No matter where u are U will always be my sister
[Chorus...]
Con la mano de Fatima
sobre su alma encantadora
su camino es protegido
no importa cual escoga
y ella fue escogida
para verla y admirarla
en sus ojos tiene un algo
impecable es su retrato
y cada vez que pasa
lo duro se ablandese
la noche se agrandese
lo malo desvanece
no la olvidaran, la esperaran
al otro lado de esta vida
su amor alumbrara, su voz les cantara
en las memorias hay momentos de pasion
afecto y comprension, retratos y recuerdos
dando vuelta en las fantasias
su aura es alegria
lleva la mano de Fatima
[Chorus:]
song performed by by Outlandish
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My Thoughts
My thoughts are my ideas
They are what i think about you
They are what i think about all
No one can change my thoughts
Cuz, they all belongs to me
And what's mine can never be yours
poem by Marium Fatima
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When You Were mine
I was happy when you were mine
But then life change its route
You were gone and i drank wine
But then i thought that i wasn't good enough to have you as a fruit
I wish you were back, cuz, you the only one with whom my life's suit
poem by Marium Fatima
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Fatima Bhanu Banu
Observe the coolness in noon
If you are so fond of afternoon
That is the greatness of sun
Where everybody makes great run
Not all the objects are noticed
But sun and moon are always promised
As I came across one great such aspect
I need to express it well in fine act
India stands well in universal eye
With her size and progressive try
Lot more to perform and lot more to excel
There is more to reveal and tell
Maria, Fatima, Yeshoda* and Vasundhra*
And many more names may appear as an extra
All are praised and appreciated in their holy context
Some find big praise and even poems in text
"Banu"* struck me as straight away female
Yes she was Fatima Banu* Bhanu*
A name rarely found with mixed culture
That is how we see country's future
Parsee came to India and got absorbed
Muslims too mixed and never were probed
Like wise many communities made great home
All bore single entity and have remained welcome
I wished "Salaam"* and answer came as "namaskar"*
I was elated and felt very near to the star
She had made great impact on my mind
Lot more was needed to find
She herself is poetess and has enough of access
Lot more shine as mark of contentment on the face
I loved her approach with sense of fulfillment
That is how we assess the life's ambition in moment
I have lot more to learn from friends
Whether poet, well wisher, lover, or in any capacity at the end
What do they speak in their general way?
Words full of praise, affection and wish for permanent stay
*Yeshoda... foster mother of Lord Krishna * Vasundhra… earth...* Banu... respected word for female in Muslim community…Bhanu...Sun *Salam... wishes… Namaskar... Good morning
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On Autumn´s Earth
This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
Yes this is the beginning
Moments dreamed and found
Everything in its singing
That comes again around
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Yesterdays were all turning
In their beat´s echo heart
Forever in lay and burning
Poles and miles apart
Flames of their color giving
All that came from within
Days their dreams own living
As worlds take their spin
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Swept away in their call
Dreams that were carried on
Love songs of colors fall
Until their moments are gone
You and I had our calling
Dreams that were not to be
Now like autumn earth's falling
All that we had is now free
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
On autumn´s earth
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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On Autumns Earth
This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play
Yes this is the beginning
Moments dreamed and found
Everything in its singing
That comes again around
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Yesterdays were all turning
In their beat´s echo heart
Forever in lay and burning
Poles and miles apart
Flames of their color giving
All that came from within
Days their dreams own living
As worlds take their spin
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Swept away in their call
Dreams that were carried on
Love songs of colors fall
Until their moments are gone
You and I had our calling
Dreams that were not to be
Now like autumn earth's falling
All that we had is now free
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth
Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
On autumn´s earth
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Optimists, Pessimists and the lovers
Fatima and Leopold still they are lovers
From different planets,
And peruse the Hebrew Alphabet
Under the thorny love tree in a lonely desert
Where the Crescent Moon gossips with stars.
*To the traumatic souls keep vengeance in their hearts.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Flower Lady
Flowers she sells,
In the market, she dwells,
A burden on thin shoulders,
She balances so well,
Strong as big boulders,
Lovely flowers she sells.
Baby Sister.
I have heard people grumble
'I wish I had a sister so humble'
with whom I can share everything
My shoes, my clothes and my earing
A sister who helped me during my projects
A sister whom I always needed for consent
A sister fights with me endlessly
Yet who helps me selflessly
A sister with whom I share all my thoughts
without thinking I should tell her or not
A sister who helps sharing my chores
A sister who sometimes acts too stubborn
A sister whom I boss over
A sister who understands my every fear
A sister who wants me to shop
And when I tease her she begins to hop
Love you dear sister for always being there
I promise for you I'll always be there :)
poem by Henal Jasani
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I'm alone
I'm alone in the world of lie
Nowhere to live, nowhere to die
I feel like I'm dying everyday
But then it's a new day
People say good day ma'am
But I feel like as a cooked lamb
Everyone trying to eat me anytime
But I'm ready to face it many times
Because I'm strong
To face it for too long
poem by Marium Fatima
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A Rule Of The A.J.C.
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song,
It's a rule of the A.J.C.
You mustn't train ponies, for that's very wrong
By the rules of the A.J.C.
You have to wear winkers when crossing the street,
For fear that a pony you'd happen to meet
If you hear one about, you must beat a retreat,
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye bold owners will find without fail
By the rules of the A.J.C.
The jockey boys' fees you must pay at the scale,
It's a rule of the A.J.C.
When your horse wins a fiver, you'll laugh, I'll be bound,
But you won't laugh so much by the time that you've found
That the fee to the boy is exactly ten pound!
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye bold 'Books' who are keeping a shop,
In the rules of the A.J.C.,
There's a new regulation that says you must stop!
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
You must give up your shop with its pipes and cigars
To an unlicensed man who is thanking his stars,
While you go and bet in the threepenny bars,
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye small jockeys who ride in a race,
In the rules of the A.J.C.
If owners' instructions are 'Don't get a place',
By the rules of the A.J.C.,
You must ride the horse out, though, of course, if you do
You will get no more mounts, it's starvation to you.
But, bless you, you'll always find plenty to chew
In the rules of the A.J.C.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Soul Sister
Soul sister
You are my soul sister
That God gave to me
And in return God gave you
A soul Brother
That is me
Soul sister
Take god care of yourself
Soul sister
Give yourself a treat once
But don't do it all the time
Because too many treats are not good
And you can end up even being a diebetic like me
Soul sister
God loves you and I
Soul sister
We will grow old someday
Soul sister
Lets give a hand to a senior
Soul sister
Lets worship God together
Soul sister
There are people out there that will hurt us
But we have to keep our eyes open for that
Soul sister
Lets take good care of the earth
That God gave to us
Soul sister
Money doesn't grow on trees
And that is why we have to learn to save money also
Soul sister
Our spirit is alive
And it will be alive each day
That we live our lives here on earth
Soul sister
God bless you
Wherever you are today and always
poem by Aldo Kraas
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