on getting a scent
of the almighty dollar bill
the aroma it gave off
did so perfectly thrill

smelling a bigger wad
would better excite
for the nose is open
to that kind of invite

inhaling currency
switched him on fast
it smacked like
a power packing blast

and he'd follow the blood
hound's perceptive sniff
to where ever there would
be a profitable whiff

for sure and certain
his probing conk
will be out sensing
the huge money plonk
Rubab Bashir Jul 2016
I found Him in most unusual places on earth
where I least expect Him to be.
I found Him
in the heart of prostitute
in the dikr of a reeking alcoholic
in the fury of burglar
in a wish of a gambler regardless of the content
I found Him everywhere and yet no where
in repentence and pride;
in sanctified matrimoney and an illegal intimacy;
in heart of believers and strugglers;
in melt of an ice, molding in the shape of its base boasting to be submissive in its act and in fire offering just the opposite: submission of everuthing rewarding them by turning in to ashes;
I found him in every little thing and mystics;
in canvases and waterfalls;
in art and ruins;
in earth and sky;
in filth and dirt;
in mansions and huts
I found Him by seeking Him not by searching HiM
Ya Allah let your noor lighten our hearts and soul (Aameen)
Dark Ink May 2016
Life is a mansion,
Which stands on the pillars of "HOPE"
Remember, "hope" is an enumeration
Of man's soul,
Not the purpose of the almighty....
Nateive Son Jan 2016
It was dial up,
Of course,
This being the old days,
Before HTML 5 and all that,

Leo scrolled over to an encyclopedia,
Looked up a book he was thinking about writing,
Thought some future pretense,
Might come his way.

After all,
This was the,
"Enlightened Age,"
Was it not?

The bell rang coldly:

"Not fucking worth it,"
Read the reviews,
"Far too long and drawn out,"
Said another,
"My eyes are bleeding,"
Echoed one more,
"Killed my mom and my dog in the rage it inspired,"
Read the last (IN ALL CAPS).

At this time it was unclear whether Leo,
Was in the past or the present,
But War and Peace go on every single day of existence,
Or so he thought.

He picked up his pipe,
Then his pen,
And calmly powered off the machine.

So much for Tolstoy,
Logging onto,
"The Almighty Internet."

He sighed a breath,
And dutifully returned,
To 1869.
Can also be read at: http://poetfreak.com/615839/when-tolstoy-logged-onto-the-almighty-internet.html
George Krokos Sep 2014
There is a child of nature hidden within us all
a creature of innocence like that prior the Fall.
Nobody around, it seems, knows just how old it may really be
though an enlightened estimate gives it an ageless chronology.

Even before the beginning of creation when it was all alone,
in a formless incorporeal state, before it turned into stone,
it existed without any notion of anything else around
being itself unlimited and infinitely most profound.

Then in an instantaneous moment without the passage of time
it had the urge or whim to know its own immaculate prime.
So without any thought of limitation it pronounced the Word
an endless repetitive vibration with which it tried to be heard.

In the wake of this action-less beginning to know itself more
there was an incredible implosion in its own being to score.
Though it remained unaffected because of its true almighty nature
nevertheless it began to imagine itself then as divided in stature.

Continuously repeating that primal Word or sound of its latent propensity
which was also really no other than a simple question of its own curiosity.
Within its own boundless, pristine, indivisible and unfathomable glory
it began conceiving with its power of imagination an opposite story.

Then it manifested from within its being an infinite light
with which perhaps to view the extent of its own plight.
As in a dream where one vaguely perceives an object in space
it began imagining its first rudimentary and existential place.
A creation poem originally written in 2011 and modified slightly since. It may be expanded on at some later date.
I bent again unto the ground
And I heard the quiet sound
Which the grasses make when they
Come up laughing from the clay
--We are the voice of God!—they said
Thereupon I bent my head
Down again I might see
If they truly spoke to me.
But, around me, everywhere,
Grass and tree and mountain where
Thundering in mighty glee,
--We are the voice of deity!—
And I leapt from where I lay:
I danced upon the laughing clay፡
And, to the rock that sang beside,
--We are the voice of God!—I cried.

የእግዚአብሔር ድምፅ

ዳግም ወደ ምድር እንዳጎነበስኩ
ጥርት ያለ ድምፅ አደመጥኩ
ቄጤማዎች የሚስደምጡት ፈንድቀው
ብቅ እዳሉ ሸክላ አፈሩን ሰንጥቀው
“የእግዚአብሔር ድምፅ ነን አድምጡን!”
እዛው ጭንቅላቴን ዝቅ አድርጌ
ዓይኔን ሰደድኩ ወደ ግርጌ
በርግጥ እኔን አያናገሩ እንደው
ማወቅ ፈልጌ፣
ግን በዙሪያዬ በየስፍራወ
ሳሩ ዛፉና ተራራው
በደስታ እንደ መብረቅ
ነበር የሚያስተጋባው
‹‹የአምላክ ድምፅ ነን
ጋድም ካልኩበት
በሐሴት የሚፍለቀለቅ መሬት
ዘልዬ በፍጥነት
ቀጥ ብዬ ቆምኩ
እንደዛ እዳደረግኩ
በተመስጦ እያሸበሸብኩ
ከጎኔ ለሚዘምረው ኮረብታ
እኔም በደስታ
‹‹የእግዚብሔር ድምፅ ነን!›› አልኩታ፡፡
(ጄምስ ስቲፈንስ)
Both living and none living things pay respect to God.Birds cheer up mountains orchestrate symphony to God.
Harmony Oct 2015
Love that never leaves
Love that is deep within
Love that never can be lost
Love that I call Almighty
Love that I worship as my maker
Love that abides in all
Love, it is for you that I exist
Steph Dionisio Aug 2015
People see my futile side,
how I hold on to truth so tight.
People heed to words I say,
and some are amaze while I pray.
People exalt the things I do,
and how I respond to crucible too.
People should see how I stumble,
or how at times I mumble.
People should see my real cry,
and how I try myself to be denied.
When people see the goodness in me,
and when I'm actually unworthy,
there I hide at the back of the Almighty.

*-Steph Dioniso, August 23, 2015
Joshua Adam Jul 2015
Death is the end, the ultimate goal
the ceasing of body, rising of soul
death is judgement, punishment due
the unknown mystery, waiting for you

Gather your thoughts, do not let them roam
as your blood grows cold, you are all alone
when time has run out, when you feel it near
realizing it's not death, but the past you fear

You know undoubtedly, the wrongs you've done
before your very eyes, they now come one by one
paralyzed by fear of the damned, you wonder well
where will they take you, will it be heaven or to hell

Your body will squirm, a pain of a singular kind
you will twist and turn, with the torment of mind
when you find yourself immobile, as if in a trance
you beg and plead, just for that one more chance

You will love your neighbor, and close of kin
and obey the Commandments, to avoid all sin
you will help the sick, and you will tend to the poor
never again to turn a beggar, away from your door

You will feed the hungry, you will rest the worn
by choosing to be the rose, and not the thorn
that struggle for life, it has me growing sick
as it pierces my heart, and it cuts to the quick

I tell you dying one, it is all in vain
you will never get, that chance again
what has been done cannot be undone
prepare for the next life, for it will come

Your Soul knows, it never sought earthy desire
why let it burn for your sins, in hell's damned fire
instead of false promises, hear me, do I implore
this is what you should have done, so long before

Your battle is through, lay down your sword
render your last breath, unto the One Lord
seek his mercy, your soul he may yet save
this can still be only a detour, call it the grave
This is a poem about some of the realities of death. Death is something that does not have to be feared. Perhaps if we learn how to accept it, we'll be in a better position to properly prepare for it.
Joshua Adam Jul 2015
I have a story to tell, a story that really happened quite a long time ago
forcing upon me painful memories, and a place my mind wishes not to go
although young, these teenagers were to learn about love for the first time
despite the threats on the part of their parents, who considered this a crime

How creative one’s mind becomes, when love begins playing her songs
imagination finds the setting, filling your heart with a love that belongs
the more anyone attempts to prevent, this love strengthens as a lion on call
a love so infused with sincere courage, none could ever succeed to forestall

How this fountain of youth, young enough to satiate that thirst from within
but only until old age arrives, then those lights of love will be forced to dim
while young time stops, as emotions are fully charged, dreams burn like fire
feelings of love, so real to mind and body, are engulfed in passionate desire

So as time crept on, these loving souls did part, a time of sadness did they share
thinking never again to experience that bond of love, as their hearts went bare
gone was the love and the experience it brought out, a happiness if however short
learning this painful truth, sadly, even true love we are sometimes forced to abort

Greater than love is the will and resolve, to experience a happiness and yet to let go
this is only a part of life's many challenges, strengthening us and allowing us to grow
despite the heartbreaks we often seem to endure, G-d affords us the stamina to persevere
so when your true soul mate will cross your path, you will undoubtedly find a love so clear

Life is full of trials and tribulations, and our happiness sometimes seems like a juggling act
yet we must know, our destined one G-d will surely never withhold from us, this is a fact
so when love that was not to be comes upon you, remember that the Almighty has His way
His Love for us is paramount of all, and true happiness will you yet find at the end of the day
Love: Life's Longest Roller Coaster!
This is a short poem about a love that never was
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