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 Mar 7
JAMIL HUSSAIN
I ache for the boundless profundity of Thy love,
In Thee alone, I seek the very essence and reward of existence itself.
Beyond the fleeting shadows of earthly desire, Thy love stands as an eternal light—
The wellspring from which all life flows, and to which all souls take flight.

In the radiance of Thy will, O’ Beloved, I place my undying trust,
In every breath I take, my soul yearns for naught but Thy grace and Thy sovereign must.
For in the gentle unfolding of Thy divine will, I find the courage to surrender,
And in that surrender, the peace that surpasses all understanding, so tender.

Wherever I may sojourn, it is within Thy sacred longing I reside,
I am but a fragile echo, lost in the eternal prayer of Thy holy tide.
My footsteps trace the patterns of Thy love across the sands of time,
And though the world may crumble and fade, Thy presence remains sublime.

In the fervour of my yearning for Thee, O’ Master of hearts,
I seek not the transient world, but only the boundless embrace that imparts.
For Thy mercy, O’ Divine Source, is a river without end,
And in its waters, I seek to drown, that I might emerge anew—whole, healed, and forever Yours.
Thy Love, My Light 07/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Mar 7
JAMIL HUSSAIN
The atoms bow, the particles dance,  
As thou, the source, dost guide them into trance.  
For in thy love, all things both rise and fall,  
Thou art the unity that binds us all.  

In thee, the laws of nature bend and break,  
For thou art both the many and the great.  
Each quark, each wave, a pulse of thy divine,  
Eternal, boundless, through the cosmic line.  

Thy will, the force that spins the heavens wide,  
The silent song that calls the soul to glide.  
In thee, the vast and infinite converge,  
And all that is, and ever was, doth merge.
The Divine Pulse 07/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Mar 7
PhantomDreamer
On the outside
I see
Less
Than others

But beyond physical sight
They are the blind ones
Thought I had while enduring the quiet humiliation of an eye exam :)
 Mar 7
Carlo C Gomez
home is a cage
slide out the window
find a different way
run with the wolves
chase the child

it won't always be like this
ceramic heart
cosmic bruise
lovesick in a hotel wildfire

chemistry begins with
orbiting the moon
he calls her a river

swallowing down mistakes
she cares a little less about everything now

blood on the mattress
young blood

breaks in the sun
mean pure dark is yet to come
--nightly things

as long as she gets by
despite the crushing weight of gravity
she will take swan feathers
and wedding days to bed

but never take the blame
 Mar 6
Bekah Halle
Rejection

God of all motion
Show me how you're transforming anger
And let me take control
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try and write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy.
 Mar 6
Mrs Timetable
Darkness
So dark
You see light
From the inside
Of your dreams
Hope
 Mar 6
Maddy
Suggestion
Yes
Ideas
Yes
Backwards not forward
When did we allow this division?
Will we ever be the same?
Who is to blame?
The answets
Remain
They'll hurt you darling,
But only if you let them.
They'll burn you down,
But only because you're beautiful.
They'll mock your song,
But only for the fact they've never known their own sound.
In time darling, they will love you as well.
Be confident, it takes a universe of mortals to slay a god.
 Mar 6
kfaye
where did these virtues come from?
the law is there to protect old money.

peace beside your thought, nation
god is a Gun.
so what is Man?

shame to isolate them
fear to motivate them
love to move them as necessary .



power likes
predictability .
This thought has always haunted me.

People you meet once
and never again in your life.

You have a static picture in your mind
of their face
the small conversation
their little story they tell you
the place you met them
in a bus, a shop, on the road
interactions not long
but meaningfully small
yet leaving a memory in you.

I think of all those people
I stopped by to ask for time
seek direction of my destination
or asking where I might find
food or a resting place
in an unfamiliar area.

Once and just once you meet them.

On a summer trip, I was looking for icecream
in a strange place off the highway
walked ten minutes to find a shop
where for that brief encounter
the seller made me feel like
he had known me for long
shared the history of that area
the migration and culture of the residents
before helping me with the right icecream.

Sometimes I wonder
if they would have enriched my life
were they part of my association.

Not scholars, not rich, but simple men
who bring you down to earth
and carve a space in your mindscape.

Sadly you meet them once in your life.

I feel it's so designed.
 Mar 6
Nishu Mathur
If I were a tuft of cloud
Up in the sky I'd float
Over oceans, rivers, streams
Meadows, glens and moats

I'd be a brush of Ivory
A streak, some fluff, a wisp
An artist's muse on an easel
A song on a poet's lips

I'd see the rising waves and land
I'd hang low on plateaus
I could meet with lofty mountains
Capped with gleaming snow

I would gleam in happy wonder
In the eyes of a curious child
Spinning shapes and fantasies
Within a dimpled smile

Sometimes, I'd hide the sun and moon
Sometimes, I'd bring in rain
Pleased I'd be to lounge and sail
In a sky of blue again

I would be glad to meet you too
Away from the madding crowd
Should you be walking on sunshine
With your head up in the clouds

If I were a tuft of cloud
I'd hum la la la dee dooo
Happy I'd be to lounge and sail
In peace in a sky of blue.
An old poem
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