#exists
In the blink of an eye, clouds move
In the blink of an eye, time swifts
In the blink of an eye, ice melts
In the blink of an eye, birds fly
In the blink of an eye, wave swirls
In the blink of an eye, beauty mesmerises
In the blink of an eye, health changes
In the blink of an eye, wealth goes
In the blink of an eye, things change
In the blink of an eye, life changes
In the blink of an eye, destiny changes
In the blink of an eye, death comes
In the blink of an eye, time passes
In the blink of an eye, anyone can pass
In the blink of an eye, fortune can change
In the blink of an eye, anything can happen
In the blink of an eye, life exists..
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
Living is a gift
and each experience
is an opportunity.
No life is wasted,
no thing is useless,
and anything that exists
has purpose.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 8:25 AM UTC
for Richard Shepherd who wrote to tell me
one of my babies, (1) made him:
“Oh my, speechless”
my stated aim, my purposed gain,
is to write of only love poetry,
oh too human am I, going astray
the most human contributory trick,
is when “she,” temptation,
oft cajoles,
“this way please” and I easygoing
and submit obligingly
your words spontaneous, mark &
make me, likewise spit out gratitude
of words simple, informing you that
you are too, too kind, then pause reflective
does such a thing even exist?
bemusedly, smiling silent at my silliness,
as I debate~contemplate, the potent notion if kindness can ever be measured as in excess, by what measuring cup system could we
contrive to ascertain if there be lines drawn,
for the most best of human attributes?
it is Monday Morning and such silly peculiarities have no busily business populating my gray matter, but compulsory
demands state forthright you cannot retreat
from this windrowed wonderland hedgerow,
for when seeing these deep waters,
can easy sink a poet
for a funking, dunking, nay, a drowning!
but I am only dancing around the edges
of a fire upon the beach, and gingerly admit
that there is no limitation to this conceptual,
can we be too human, could one ever not say
your loving, your essences~senses fragrant,
are airborne and therefore unlimited,
beneath this shared sky~sphere.
yet never my intent
to rob a human of
the power of speech
*but this statement of de~unlimited awe
too much,
and therefore my understanding deepens,
when and what a heart feels
is without definition,
without lineage,
every time reborn,
and my loving of your kind words,
overflowing will be my
principled purpose
this day
that every person whose path
intersects mine,
shall be greeted with
the tools in my possession,
which thanks to you,
are identified as an undefined
unlimited
too, too much
kindness
and my one job is to
be a proof
of this
raison d'être
for all ofour
existences*
this hen issue
now resolved,
be a lovely
au naturel love poem
and obedient
to my
only truest mission
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 10:55 AM UTC
We are never alone
Alone doesn't exists for us
There are witnesses
Guardians and angels
Watching over us
Never leaves us alone
They're not there for you
But they're watching over you
The sky and the stars too
That's the truth
In all time and space
We're protected
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC
Omar Ibn Elkhatab went to visit the blessing land
Where his successor was there
He was honest of this nation
This was the calling by the prophet
Ibn Elgrah was the little men
Who believed in the prophet
The prophet evaluated him
He was so strongest at his thought
He believed in God
He believed that he the only
Who control the all creatures
Who created everything
Who could hurt or get useful
Who made the sun rose
He believed that the prophet will get victory
And beat other opinion
He believed that infidels be at undermost
The believers who were hurt
Asked Mohamad to pray to his God
To get these atheists
They worshipped another god
They worshipped some statues
The begin of statues were from that person
Amro ibn lohie was the first Arabian who worshipped these statues
Who was so ranked an important person
All Arab heard and obeyed
They looked to him as a persuade
As he was so pious
He saw the humans at elsham land
"the blessing land"
Included Syria, Jordon and palatine
He saw them worshipped these statues
He asked,” Why?
They said,' as we asked them to down the rains
They rained "
He asked to give one of them
They gave "Hobal"
Hobal was the first statue
Was put at Mecca
The honor men were irresolute
They final worshipped
Afterword the statue increased
Mecca was filled with statues
Equal to the year's days
Two of them were famous
They called " Ellat and Elozza"
They were woman and man
They loved each other
Their love was so strong
They went to Kaaba
The holy home of the God
They take a chance when the mosque was empty
They entered Kaaba
They did the sin
The anger had prevailed
They converted into statues
Naked as they were born
For the ancient Arab's foolishness
They put one of them at elasafa
The mount where the umrah and hajj Muslims
Walked to it
And Marwa they walked to it
Doing as hager did
Hager was the wife of Abraham
The grandfather of the prophets
He married her
When she had pregnant
And got a child
, his old wife got jealous
So he was ordered to immigrate
He immigrated to the holy land
Mecca
She was so empty
The dessert was so the queen
When his family established
He leaved them
Hager called at
" where do you go?"
She was an old Egyptian princess
Of the elmenia governor
When hexoses occupied Egypt
They took her as a slave
She took a snake as a pet
No one could rap
She was so honorable
And the king of Egypt admired
So he gave her as a gift
Her wife loved her
So they became friends
The respected family had good character
They deal her as free as an honest
Sarah the old wife of Abraham
Advised him to marry
To get his dream child and get his happy
He married and got the child
Hager called at
" where do you go?"
She repeated three times
There were no answers
She asked, "Does your god order?"
He answered with yes
She said," so he will not lose us!"
He went
The food and water was finished
She went to the mount
She had to get food
She looked at right
And ran towards the mountain
It called "Elsafa"
She got over it
She looked towards the valley
Where did the holy home of God exist
She must still believe in God
That upper power prevents every worst
That gives goodness, luxury, blessing,
She learned everything from the prophet
He cultivated the faith in her heart
She gazed at her son
She ran towards him
As he cried a lot
She carried him and rocked
He became so calm
But after some silent
He cried again as the hungry bit him
She stood and ran towards the another amount
It is called
"elmarawa"
She got over it
Looked at the wide valley of the land
To find any one carrying food
Or even carrying water for the drink
She looked again towards the place of the holy home
And looked towards her son
Her heart called her
To get some aid to get him calm
She stood again
As her child cried
She ran towards the mount
Who is called
"Elsafa"
She did it seven times begins with mount
Elsafa
Ended with mount
Elmarwa
She prayed to her God
Every drop of her blood
Every atom, every part
Let the rain of happiness covering the world
Let the seed of love growing so full
And get green and good fruits
Let the day covering every seed
To make the feast appeared
Let the hearts praying one word
Thanks our God
She got up over the mount
Elmarwa
After she looked at the wide valley
After she found no help
After the mind of human thought
That he would fell in destroying
She looked towards the blessing point
Even the devils lied eggs of failure
After the crows got off every pigeons
After the injustice was the announcement of the world
The hope must overflow
She found her son got calm
She thought worst thing had come
Her heart flew her up
She moved with a blink at his leg
The great angel downed
He dug that land
The water flew up
She was so happy
Her kinder got calm
The angel must deal him with happy
She faired that the overflow of water
May destroy every point
No hager, your God is the highness
No Hager, no
Your God knows the fare
She said,"Zam, Zam"
It became zam zam
Muslims when do vesting the holy home
When they do Umrah or hajj
They walked between tow mounts
Elsafa and Marwa , as they get known
They also drank from zam zam
Blessing water
to be continued
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
The Bridge - Haiku
There exists a bridge
This bridge is for everyone
What is it's reason
Brian Hill - 2019 # 317
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
everyday,
feels like,
I'm about to run out of time.
I'm literally chasing him, begging him,
to stay with me..
but,
like just about almost everybody in my life,
he gets tired of me,
and wants to leave.
and so,
he does.
but little does he know,
him of all people,
I actually need most.
-YYC
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
What is,
What was,
THE greatest thing,
you have ever known?
Created,
Destroyed,
Seen,
Done,
Living or unknown.
I know this question,
is very hard,
to answer and explain.
What you've seen,
What you've done,
is over and gone,
and yet,
YOU still remain.
What exists is
NOW,
and really not
THEN,
why not do it
TODAY?
Do something
GREAT,
take it as far as you
CAN,
see how you end your
DAY...
Brian Hill - 2019 - February
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC
Reality exists,
and you can do what you want here.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
I just want someone to care.
To notice, when I'm not there.
To stay by my side.
To let me cry.
I don't want to be judged.
I just want to be loved.
I don't care how far,
I don't care if you've receded,
I just want to know
that I am needed.
It's not creepy.
Certainly not.
It's just odd,
to read what's been thought.
I love the imaginary,
who exists.
I love the birds,
and bees.
I love the sky,
and seas.
I'm waiting.
I'm watching.
Watching the world.
Thinking about it,
I've come to notice.
You help me even now.
Because I don't know who you are,
I spend so much time thinking,
wondering,
contemplating elatedly,
to the point I don't even think,
about..
the world anymore.
All I care about it this beautiful,
wondrous,
ponderous,
distraction of mine.
And this image in my mind,
it may not be you,
but I may know some day.
This love is true.
This love is so much.
I don't even know what to do.
This love of mine,
I await.
I will wait.
I'm waiting.
I'm watching.
Watching the world.
The world will pass me by,
and in the end..
I will have you,
and hold your hand.
The collected dust,
will tell a story.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC