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Aa Harvey Jul 29
Welcome to Far Town


On what forsaken endless shore,
Is grief a friend where Devil’s crawl?
Does all we have seen have no worth at all?
What end of time disaster is fate asking for?
Did you not know the signs all align
And all is lost to banshee’s cries?


When all hope is gone, you hold tight the cross,
You wore around your neck, which now you hold aloft.
Trying to ward off any evil spirits.
Do you think Jesus would really want to see it?


All your enchantments are meaningless.
Your self-defence lacks being blessed.
A whispered prayer, no faithful dead.
When Death approaches you begin the test.
The end is here, there is no sanctuary.
Deeds written on parchment, treated as sanctity.


Agony shall surely rip a mind apart.
No safe-way found in a billion stars.
No guiding light coming from near or far,
Can save a soul so below par.
Your purity was bargained for;
Tempted away in days of being poor.
Faithless messages lost to your,
Choices made in days of yore.


When all was taken and ambition was gone,
You signed your name, your kingdom come.
Your kingdom gone, life ebbs and flows.
Did you choose to stay the course, or did you take the gold?
Take a hold of your consequences.
Life is not about happy endings.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Lift and inspire - clear the way
Be a friend to another today
Helping others will always pay
Rewards of peace and wealth

Life is full of daily needs
That you can fill with kindly deeds
What you get back ever exceeds
That which you give away

Lift and inspire - start right here
Spread vitality, hope and cheer
Your abundance is always near
As you plant inspiring seeds
This is Prosperity Poem 41 at ProsperityPoems.com  and you can see it displayed on a beautiful background here http://prosperitypoems.com/delivery41LiftAndInspire.html

Lift and Inspire is dedicated to my Mom - Marge Westra.

She has been a lifting and inspiring influence to me throughout my life, and is still doing so today. And I'm not the only one - she lifts and inspires everyone she knows!

A big part of the prosperous life is helping and inspiring others. My Mom taught me my basic philosophy of life, and especially the principle of helping others.
Farhan Ahmed May 22
Lets consider two territories
One for the good, and one for the bad
One we could inherit
One we once had

Well let me explain lad

There are camps established at the border of both
Seven billion lined up for food reliefs and clothes

We are meant to fight this war that we think is not ours
But we need to leave where we are and live who finally empower
the rights
Who finally allows us roofs for the nights
Who finally makes the future bright,
With new lights.


But if the fight is between good and the bad
Wouldn’t you be mad
If bad takes over
Cz eventually you will return to where you came from
Answer for the choices from the options you choose from

And the smart could tell
The bad is all about luxury
And the dreams to sell
Wiping all out the misery
But a road to hell
And a trap you fell
The tests you failed
All the signs availed you

God gave everything before the tests began
God never taught you to lie
Who do you deny?
The one who could design a fly?
Things you cannot even try?

God gave everything for free
Even when you were labelled as a refugee
At the borders, between the bad and the good
Allowing we, to choose what we should
But he knows what we would

And the wise will rise the ranks
Grow in size after all the tries
Get back the status of soul of the pure but through a worthy redemption.


Remember that.

This is not our home. Just small camps of those in exile. Little caves of nomads. Shelter for refugees.

All you need to do is, PASS THE TEST
The battle of your own.
Apporva Arya May 22
I pin my faith to natural knowledge,
Stumble through the darkness of blind.
I pin my faith to supernatural knowledge,
Stumble through darkness bleeding deeper inside.

Before I merge with the eternal,
Body turns to ashes,
Mind kept recalling past deeds,
Enlighten me, LORD!
Let out reality from me.
I am full of longing.

Protector, controller of all, a fountain of life,
don't waste light,
gather the light.
Let me see that blessed body- Lord of all.

My deeds are known to you,
Before I grow crooked,
Holy Light!  Illuminate the way,
I kneel and pray that again and again.
This poetry comes to mind while reading the first principal of 10 upanishads(Easha-upanishad).

In this poetry, I am praying lord, again and again, show your holy light, show the way that leads to him. I am full of longing, let me see you.
Badshah Khan Mar 1
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 63


BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem


The Life, its kindof a board game,
Ultimate victory and imminent defeat
Are equal to both key players.


Good actions and bad deeds
Both stay morally a key player
May be differing but both are equal.


One who acts smartly he instantly wins
One who doesn't he looses, at the distinct end;
Both stay in same board!


Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
I have
ten fingers,
and so do you.
Use them well and be useful.
Use them for good deeds.
Use them to
plant
kindness
out of a small seed.
Gods1son Jan 15
How ironic that we cast stones
At a man that looks like us
Not physically
But in actions and deeds

It's much easier to see another's misdeeds
Even though, we are planting similar seeds
But ours, we wouldn't see
Isn't that hypocrisy?

I suggest we drop our stones
And pick up a mirror
Some of us have beams in our eyes
And our hearts are waxing colder than ice
Tanay Sengupta Oct 2018
Shattered frames of ashes and dust
Remnants of our deeds,
Like the fruitful tree in August
Unaware of its seeds.
Claiming to be intellectuals
Ravaging on the weak,
Tied down by our own rituals
And the words we do not speak.

Divided by our views
Fake is what we feed,
Battered and bruised
We watch as we bleed.








Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved.
Hello there, it feels good to write something after a long time. Hope you like it. Cheers!
You live to be gold -
your blood, veins, nerves, heart, thoughts, deeds -
or just gold-plated.
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