The Poet

Only on me, the lonely one, The unending stars of the night shine, The stone fountain whispers its magic song, To me alone, to me the lonely one The colorful shadows of the wandering clouds Move like dreams over the open countryside. Neither house nor farmland, Neither forest nor hunting privilege is given to me, What is mine belongs to no one, The plunging brook behind the veil of the woods,

Conference Of The Birds

'Attar began The Conference of the Birds (Mantiq al-tair) with an invocation praising the holy Creator in which he suggested that one must live a hundred lives to know oneself; but you must know God by the deity, not by yourself, for God opens the way, not human wisdom. 'Attar believed that God is beyond all human knowledge. The soul will manifest itself when the body is laid aside. One cannot gain spiritual knowledge without dying to all things. When the birds assemble, they wonder why they have no king. The Hoopoe presents herself as a messenger from the invisible world with knowledge of God and the secrets of creation. She recommends Simurgh as their true king, saying that one of his feathers fell on China.

A Lost Chord

SEATED one day at the Organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys. I do not know what I was playing, Or what I was dreaming then ; But I struck one chord of music, Like the sound of a great Amen.

Rape Of The Dead

Rape Of The Dead December 5, 2020 Cunningly most of the two footed beasts living in the society Cause crime after crime year after year others terrifiedly see Two dire crimes when they find To seduce and to rape the living are now so hard; As the living move, run, and rush to and fro, Jump, protest, cry, bite and hurt, too;

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' I Want To Be In America!

First one foot then gingerly the other steps from

Paradise Lost: Book 12

As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the world destroyed and world restored, If Adam aught perhaps might interpose; Then, with transition sweet, new speech resumes. Thus thou hast seen one world begin, and end; And Man, as from a second stock, proceed. Much thou hast yet to see; but I perceive Thy mortal sight to fail; objects divine Must needs impair and weary human sense:

Paradise Lost: Book X

Thus they in lowliest plight repentant stood Praying, for from the Mercie-seat above Prevenient Grace descending had remov'd The stonie from thir hearts, and made new flesh Regenerat grow instead, that sighs now breath'd Unutterable, which the Spirit of prayer Inspir'd, and wing'd for Heav'n with speedier flight Then loudest Oratorie: yet thir port Not of mean suiters, nor important less Seem'd thir Petition, then when th' ancient Pair

From: A King Of Kings, A King Among The Kings

Come, let us rejoice in James Joyce, in the greatness of this poet, king, and king of poets For he is our poor dead king, he is the monarch and Caesar of English, he is the veritable King of the King's English The English of the life of the city, and the English of music; Let them rejoice because he rejoiced and was joyous; For his joy was superior, it was supreme, for it was accomplished

Overcoming Modern Troubles Need A Single Tackle Of Making Friend (Sestet)

The Twilight Of My Years

From this moment of death sentence I promise you I will move on I will rise to the shining sun Even when clouds obscure the day From this moment of life's death I shall see such great rebirth My faith in His Majesty Overcoming my fear

What Defines Success

What is the journey to success? Success is not gained by defeat Success does not occur over night Success can emerge at any age Success is working to full potential Success is courage Success is lending a hand Success is not listening to negativity Success is being positive

# A Nation Wakes Up In Joyous Disbelief

As history is made in the American elections The world watches with disbelief and fascination. Some one asked me, is it good for our nation? Rejoice, people are overcoming racial discrimination. This is not the time to ask such parochial questions, It is about rising above caste, colour distinctions. come on guys, why can’t you see it’s a giant leap of hope And faith, so please join in the jubilation and don’t mope.

A Short Story About Killing Myself

Seen the cut surrounded by dry blood. Must have irritated it through the crashing all around me. Wipe it dry, clean, but where’s the fun in that. Avoid exacerbation yet still suffer in excess. Why not make the pain, the sorrow poor out, hopefully there won’t be anything left inside. Gripping tightly, stab the wound over my heart back open; rip back quickly to greater irritate the skin. And watch the blood poor forth, slowly; and watch as it runs off the skin into the cracks and crevices of joints and muscle, fold of skin, like a stream lips over a bed of rocks on the shallow ground. But wish it was more like a waterfall, crashing, deafening sounds if you get close enough.

Don Juan: Canto The Fourth

Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy, unless perhaps the end; For oftentimes when Pegasus seems winning The race, he sprains a wing, and down we tend, Like Lucifer when hurl'd from heaven for sinning; Our sin the same, and hard as his to mend, Being pride, which leads the mind to soar too far, Till our own weakness shows us what we are. But Time, which brings all beings to their level,

Beauty Is A Million Colors

Beauty is more than appearance Beauty is love The graceful wings of a dove The endless imagination in a dream Beauty is not always something that can be seen Beauty is laughter And the remembrance after Beauty is hope When you have no reason to

Hymn Of The Midday Midnight

This a beautiful hymn we offer Singing your glory continuously, In half of this Earth is mindday, Midnight is there in rest half. This Earth is same, time is same, Perception differs but sun is same, This is light reflected, it turns, You are eternal, we souls are too.

Moss

as I go up and down the stairs, the rain stopped abruptly as if struck by lightning, the breath of spring deflowers my lungs, I see two eyes bathing in the outpouring of sounds, the chirping of birds snatches my mind, pulls it on a string, - the thought sits on the lilac leaves, I cling to everything that gets in my way,

Deliah

[From a Picture] The sun has gone down, spreading wide on The sky-line one ray of red fire ; Prepare the soft cushions of Sidon, Make ready the rich loom of Tyre. The day, with its toil and its sorrow, Its shade, and its sunshine, at length Has ended ; dost fear for the morrow, Strong man, in the pride of thy strength ?

(233) Who Are They To Dishonour Our Beloved?

Who are they to dishonour our beloved? Who do they think they are? Who are those cultureless boors? Dear Dr.Kalam* Sir, You took that matter so silly... But, how sad.. It is a matter of national disgust... How can those Continental Airlines people

Edward Kofi Louis

Every heart loves me like the singing birds and, Deep down in my heart i am with them all like the sea of love; With words of the muse that muses with my mind but, Ashes are made up of mankind when we have to return home. Rise up early and learn and teach others too to know and, the facts of life like the romance from a glue of love. Keep me informed when you are lost and i will show you the way forward, Over the hills and far away lay my sweet love to share with you; Forgetting the past and the muse of love that you spent with me,