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*Mystical Color*

Sept-28-2003 1:40pm 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins


Reds oranges yellows and some green 
So bright and beautiful 
A cover of leaves paint the ground 
The gorgeous color covers every seam 

 

So quite so peaceful 
Birds cherping and making thier nest as winters call 
Mysticle and Sightful 
Magical colors comes every fall 

 

Mother natures awesome creation 
Different colors through out the nation 
But sadly it only comes only once a year 
Before the winters cold chilly call 
A silence outside you'll hear 
Until you go in the leaves to have a ball 
Before you know it The snow will begin to fall 

 

White glisten ice covers the outdoor floor 
Just sitting there snuggled up so calm and peaceful 
I dont want to leave 
I want it to come more 
I wish you could look through my eyes and see 
What i have stuck in my memory 
I get to experience this glory i wish you were here with me 
This mysticle color comes after September 
I wish I could always store 
The colors I always want to remember 

 

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MY LORD GOD ALMIGHTY'S LOVE IS THE BEST.

The summer night and the full moon,

Have an effect of their own,

When seated alone and all to myself,

What a night to make many swoon!

 

My heart is losing interest in all,

These creations, slowly yet surely,

Except my Creator who is mine?

This is the fact and perhaps a call.

 

To me, to leave this world's facades,

And return to the One who deserves,

My total love, of heart, mind and soul,

My Sustainer: Now the only goal.

 

Human love, ah, how it changes!

Wavering like a low flame's light,

Never constant and never mine,

Far from me are its huge ranges.

 

It is my Lord God in my heart now,

I have already given myself to Him,

So when the summer night and the moon,

Rise and gaze, I am lost in His love.

 

The girl, the maiden, I loved and lost,

The like of whom I have not seen,

It seems even her soul comes down,

Telling  me of what all I have got.

 

In this materialistic and untrue world,

It is my Lord God Almighty alone,

Who has saved my heart from being rent,

Then why not should I cry and repent?

 

I care no more where my friends are,

They are all okay, this much I know,

When they have no time for me,

Why should I worry or myself mar?

 

In my Lord God's love I find peace,

Joy, calm, an ethereal feel,

So, I turn more to Him these days,

As He welcomes me with His embrace.

 

When I bow down to Him I am His,

When I kneel, my being lights up,

When I pray, His Light shines fully,

Blessing me with a spiritual kiss. 

 

This world is now a sorry place,

Where the rat race for more is on,

Whereas it is all bound to end,

This sojourn here ....is it our place?

 

Fallen from Eden, our first parents came,

And the Gardens of The God are for us,

This world is reaching its full term,

We have to return and without a blame.

 

It is either Heaven that will be for us,

Or Hell fire, with its burning hiss,

In the love of my Lord God is my grace,

I have been saved...To Him all praise.


All the prophets sent for us by God,

Have warned us about this deception,

The trap of Satan and his wile guiles,

Still, we are being goaded by his rod.


The "Lord is my Shepherd" -- it is so true,

All Praise to Him who made me and you,

Everything is bound to perish save Him,

It's time to mend lives and pray to Him.


His love has no bounds, nor His grace,

He has no wish to punish us at all,

It is we who are bent on destruction,

Wait! Let me revel in my Lord's call...


Every wise man and wise women knows,

That the end of the world is quite scary,

"This is not our home": They say to us all,

"Strive for Heaven, ere Hell's fury blows".


The mercy of my Lord God is great,

His forgiveness is beyond compare,

He has warned us of where we 'll go,

Both Heaven and Hell for us do wait.


The lover of The God Almighty knows,

That to Him he has to go,

And In His merciful, loving presence,

The truth is that pure, divine love glows.


Farewell O world, I am fed up now,

Of all that you possess and boast,

In the loving presence of my Lord I live,

And the truth is: This love is the best.


 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired to compose these lines as if a divine call awakened the poet in me to rise and write it down as it came. The truth is the truth. I have lost interest in this world and its petty pleasures, small joys and more at seeing hypocricy and the greed for more and more possessions and acquisitions without regard for any virtue, value or human decency, we have got trapped by Satan very grandly. I thank my Lord God Almighty, the One and Only, beyond compare whose greatness, mercy and compassion as well as His love are. All praise to Him.

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A Poet's Wish

mystical magical words

of love,

bring me the child in all.

 

mystical magical child within,

remind me, 

unblind me

to my essence

again.

 

mystical magical 

moonlit night,

let blankets of 

moonbeams

restore my sight.

 

mystics in poetry,

angels of rhyme,

shower me,

empower me,

twirl love 

to infinity,

your gentleness is

grace so sublime!

 

 

Inspired by Allets 

 

©

 

 

 http://www.postpoems.org/authors/allets/poem/961824]

 

 

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SPIRITUAL HEALING

O God Almighty,
You are everywhere,
Invisible to eyes,
But visible to some hearts.
In my own You reside,
Then why am I so restless,
What do I still crave,
Why all this unease?
Help me O Allah,
Save me...please...

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THE DROPLET AND THE SEA

I am the drop of water,
Cut off from the seas,
My broken heart is the house,
Where He lives unseen,
Still, there are endless hours,
When I have no peace.
I am the son of Adam,
And of Mother Eve,
The Spirit in me is He,
Which nobody sees...
Death is ordained for me,
For the Spirit must move on,
To higher realms above,
His is the Increase...
His Light shines in me,
And I must perfect it,
Or else abandon myself,
To the lowest degrees.
His divine tavern is mine,
He is my best Saqi,
His love is my strength,
And it does not decrease.
I am man, He is God,
I am mortal, He eternal,
Nothing can be like Him,
And He is not a fraud.
The sages of the ages,
The prophets and their pages,
Understood and accepted,
The facts of all the stages,
He is the Maker, I am made,
Of many a world's mixture,
He is the light that doesn't fade.
So like Mansoor Al Hallaj,*
Die for Him and live on,
Forever and ever in Him,
His Oneness -- none can gauge.
I am His and He is mine,
And He is my source of life,
The life that is eternal,
Sans body and sans all strife.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on September the 16th, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*MANSOOR AL-HALLAJ: One of the most misunderstood mystic saints of Islam. He was executed for divulging a divine secret to those that did not have the sense to understand the wisdom of what he meant when he, in a state of divine rapture, stated: "I am the Truth"; adding that the droplet of water and sea are the same in nature but the sea can exist without the droplet while the droplet cannot ...without being a part of the sea.
God is God and there is none like unto Him. A drop of water I am but separated from the great sea...I suffer and suffer...in the longing to be one with Him. He is incomparable and beyond all definition that any imagination or inventory sense can conceive. He is God and there is none like unto Him. He is the Living, the Eternal while we die and live, live and die...as unto Him is the journeying.

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UNDAUNTED

Yesterday, I was stopped by a mountain,
And a thunderous waterfall while on my way,
To the eternal truth and a spiritual fountain,
I paused and then God's help shone like a ray,
Of pure, ethereal, soul-uplifting light,
A friend kept quiet and another came in sight.
Good and decent, blessed with a great gift,
To see through people and their motives,
And a strange way of empathising and being,
Deeply understanding plus a heart that gives,
Now, I bathe my body and soul in the rain,
And get ready to move onwards again.
I can cross all barriers and swim past seas,
I can break the bones of wandering betrayers,
For blessed with the strength of Samson am I,
And the blood of Caliph Ali'*, which doesn't freeze,
And as long as this new-found friend smiles at me,
I remain undaunted to make He and I -- We.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on July 21, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*CALIPH ALI: Ali bin Abu Talib, the cousin of Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him) who became his son-in-law too. Known for his bravery, courage, valour and steadfastness as well as his knowledge, piety, generosity and love for God Almighty and His Messenger (PBUH). Distinguished himself at almost every stage of his life ever since he became a Muslim at the age on nine.

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MOVING ON

Almost fell from my horse-saddle while speedily galloping,
It happens sometimes as even I am a mortal being;
In the wee hours of fleeting night, though it was comforting,
To be fully aware that my Saviour knows everything.

The call to pray floated just before the day came,
Hinting to me about the futility of worldly fame;
Even silence sighed for those who perished in the quest,
While an angel whispered about their futile toiling.

Then Naseem* nudged me with its gentle, healing touch,
A secluded spot inside my heart liked the feel so much;
The blue-black sky said: nothing here is lasting and I rose,
With renewed spiritual energy and a zest I marched on:

Toward the lofty goals I have set for myself and my heart,
Braving everything that which had threatened to rip me apart;
Like all those before me yet undeterred I keep moving on,
Determined and fortified and all the more spiritually smart.

Drizzling mercy came rained from above as God's blessing,
Replenishing and rejuvenating my emotionally hurt being;
The Master Writer of fate had sent me a message silently,
Whose contents are sacred and holier than the Pierean Spring*.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*NASEEM: The Arabic/Persian name given to the fresh breeze of pre-dawn hours.
*PIERIAN SPRING: The legendary Greek spring related to the Muses and knowledge.

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THE CLUE TO TRUE HAPPINESS

Last night, with the waning moon, some time I spent,
And even conversed with some beings of the firmament,
"Conform your will to the Almighty's will,
And you will have no fear or grief, no cause to repent."

And as I was pondering on all that i had faced,
A silent voice within me shook me and said:
"Wisdom is in realising the secret of your peace,
And it lies in making your lone droplet rejoin the seas."

"See, how many a great soul's mortal remains lie covered,
By tons of dust, clay, shrubs and visited by a Bird,
Which knows more about the one lying down beneath,
So take heed! Shun the vain and the absurd."

"And also keep in mind that the age in which you are,
Is hastening fast to doom which isn't very far,
Think good, do good and revel in His thoughts,
Care not about the heedless and a mirage-like star."

"The secret of true happiness is hidden within you,
O Emmenay! Think of all the good you can do,
Meditation and contemplation in the company of God,
Are the keys to your solace, yes, they hold the clue."
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on June 27, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

iNSPIRED ON THE PRE-DAWN HOURS OF JUNE 26, 2011. THANKS TO POPPY FOR HER POEM "INTENT".

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Locus

Between the folds of what's seen as time
and the passing climb of souls divine,
there dwells a form with newborn's eye
that bends the space it occupies.

He comes upon a shell he likens
that's made of flesh and nerves to tend,
and as his body sprouts a thousand arms,
his nascent mind grows fond of them.

But stubborn as he came to be,
his reach was short and blatantly
useless for a thing as he,
that shapes the sky so easily.

Locus was his name to we,
who heard a sound that rang above
as Locus rubbed his palms along
the rim of our perception's gates.

The sound we heard so insectile;
filled our heads with blots of green,
and left us feeling cold and shaken
by the state of mind Locus had taken.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I can't think of anywhere to take this.

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