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say troubled child, how come ye're givin' up
why would ye want to spill a life filled cup
keep hope in thyself 'n' those to achieve
there is so much more why would ye ever stop

oh perhaps ye'd think of it to relieve
tho would ye trust me if i'd say 'believe'
remind the ocean's depths 'n' heights of skies
never forget what is up thy own sleeve

but please don't be livin' thy own denies
for an end makes it only once one flies
just see to see those things that'll never drop
be kind to thyself, thy I, without lies

be patient my child 'n' never give up
for after sowin' ye shall have the crop


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 16/04/1437

'a (pentameter) Sonnet'

although thy silence just deafens thee
make it known that ye do matter to me
for yes indeed, i do have noticed ye
strugglin' as ye're balancin' up the ledge
tryin' so hard not to fall off the edge

tho might it be penned thy words do speak loud
as thy hidin' underneath lots of shrouds
for yes indeed, i do have noticed ye
but how would ye string them up in thy head
why life itself is just like a thin thread

now be willin' to see the lines ye made
as all of those things ye've written in 'tween
for yes indeed, ye noticably create
'n' never really were ye the unseen


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 15/04/1437

'a (freestyle meter) Rosarian Sonnet'

oh my beloved how to ever be reachin'
when thy beauties are beyond the sun
for truly the existence with you begun
as thy love's the only worth beseechin'

'n' sweet be every word ye're preachin'
as for thy wisdom ye did bestow upon
the ones praisin' ye, who at first shun
but still reject the one 'n' true teachin'

for tho i am also but among the sinnin'
'n' my hands set out tho empty within
thy love still the only worth beseechin'

so how to achieve whatever i besiege
when a conscience becomin' a nothin'
thy love is the only worth to beseech


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 14/04/1437

'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'

ye know, nights have i spent contemplatin'
'bout all of those things life has to offer
'n' why many man do have to suffer
within circumstances aggravatin'

while for years now have i been questionin'
why on earth there is right 'n' why there's wrong
although there are some weak some very strong
was there ever some fault in reckonin'

now for some decades i do have wandered
upon provinces of hypocrisies
sailed oceans of corrupted policies
as every time all bein' squandered

honesty always been kept undefined
perhaps the unexplainable be refined



*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 13/04/1437

'a (pentameter) Sonnet'

i see beauty in all of existence
as ver'ly as nature's own persistence
magnificent flowers spread the meadows
'n' bright colours lightin' up in the skies
never hidden to the beholder's eyes

i can see the sun shinin' through the rain
as there is always somethin' good to gain
for life will cel'brate however it goes
by far into depths of wondrous oceans
but rather be it spilled into motions

see we all get haunt by our own shadows
tho we the ruler of whichever shows
for as long as man's bein' able to feel
from birth upto decay of what is real


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 12/04/1437

'a (pentameter) Rosarian Sonnet'

arcanum arcanarom, argumentum ad hominem
animal disputans, dixi.., animal bipes implume
cessante causa cessat et effectus, damnant quod non inteligunt
audiatur et altera pars, hominus libenter quod volunt credunt

multi famam, consientiam pauci verentur
boni pastoris est tondere pecus, non deglubere
bonum virum facile crederes, magnum libenter

non omnes qui habent citharam sunt citharoedi
currente calamo, cave quid dicis, quando, et cui
gigni de nihilo nihil, in nihilum nil posse reverti

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 14/03/1432

'a latin verbs poem'
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