#noble
Father Geoffrey, bless me—
Bartholomew.
Constantine, noble Geoffrey.
Constantine, noble Geoffrey.
Father Geoffrey, bless me—
Bartholomew.
Constantine, noble Geoffrey.
Constantine, noble Geoffrey.
Father Geoffrey, bless me—
Bartholomew.
Constantine, noble Geoffrey.
Constantine, noble Geoffrey.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
A tiny cube, so white and neat,
Sat waiting for a warm, sweet treat.
The tea arrived, a steaming brown,
The cube went in, and tumbled down.
It gave its all, a sugary grace,
To sweeten up that watery space.
It melted fast, with gentle sighs,
Then vanished from our wondering eyes.
The tea was sweet, the flavor bright,
The cube was gone, a selfless light.
A noble end, a sweet release,
To bring the tea a moment's peace.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
In the once noble house,
almost all is taken except
The walls, the lath, now held on
by a cleat of wood and lace
that redeems the letcher,
denizen of Sussex wetlands.
Of late the chalet is latched
only by hate, and the letch
chats with outlaws in the storm's eclat
of thunder far off.
No knights or maidens remain,
nor any ruler of demesne
and the treasure is born
off to other kingdoms.
The well is dry and
fields are bare.
And in the end, all depart.
leaving doors open to the wind
and gate down to the woods.
And broken the way
down to the sea.
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
Robert Herrick,
Poet and cleric,
Wrote numbers that were noble
When they weren't ignoble.
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 3:30 PM UTC
Xəyallar bir at olsaydı,
At tək nəcib, güclü, yüyrək,
Səyirdərdim sağa, sola,
Bir-bir tərkinə minərək.
Xəyallar bir at olsaydı,
Vəhşi bir at, dəli bir at,
Çapıb ötüm qorxuları,
Arxada qalsın qaramat.
Xəyallar bir at olsaydı,
Xəyallarımsa at deyil.
Nədir, özüm də bilmirəm,
Sərgərdan, nizamsız, veyil.
May 29, 2023
May 29, 2023 at 5:06 PM UTC
Rich, powerful,
with stunning beauty of a goddess,
That's you.
Yet, I do not hold any permanent loyalty.
I give them to anyone I see fit,
and you---are not worthy of that luxury;
"Not anymore."
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 4:35 AM UTC
The tiny red ant scampers
In a forest of greenish mold
Its bristly legs carrying
Biological modules:
A head with pincers
An imperceptible thorax
A swelling abdomen.
It has nothing but a laborious drive
A pheromone-induced servility
For the queen: the lazy, bloated tyrant!
The sole purpose being
The laying of eggs.
The noble red ant
Moves on to scavenge
Blind and dumb
Oblivious.
To the ruthless cycle
Of its existence.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
There is something undeniable about this new aesthetic:
Barefoot and barely presentable
as I slow-dance in the kitchen at 3am
Nobody but me, my shadow and a gentle grey kitten who patiently watches me pour another cup of coffee.
I stir in cinnamon,
a taste that's heedy and all too sweet against the roof of my mouth.
So strong it makes me want to gag,
and yet I sing under my breath:
old tunes I have no business remembering
and lullabies brought to me on the wind
[singing] all you have is fire
-and the place you have to reach.
My mother wanted a girl she could put together like a jigsaw.
A girl who would sit still and patiently endure
the effort it took to construct
the perfect plat, perfect updo
perfect winged eyeliner, perfect blush
perfect poise, perfect dress,
Perfect daughter.
Instead she had me
a muddled and confused thing
with a tangled mess of curls and eyes that couldn't quite look away.
Something with ***** fingers that knew the give and take of every leaf and blade of grass
something that couldn't sit still on creaking church pews
because for all the beauty they pursued, she'd seen the unmatched grace of rolling thunder
and the indisputable life of the ocean.
While other girls watched the boy chase the girl to a perfect kiss
she worshiped the women who took up their weapons and refused to keep their peace. - A child raised on a steady diet of Victorian poetry, Greek myth and poison. Stitched together with images of Artemis, Scottish women and a heathenish name.
My mother would lead me in prayer each night before bed, hoping against all hope to change what was in me. But my father made me wonder if I could be a knight one day, taught me to sing their vows of honour and justice during those ungodly hours when sleep was far.
The hours when his blood called to us both in its ancient tongue. The hours where his stories became my Bible. The hours when the smell of lemongrass and rain filled the house.
The hours when I would be barefoot and dancing in the kitchen
Barely presentable yet undeniably free.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 7:01 AM UTC
To aim your place
and chase with haste
Whilst many face
the angst and grace
Informed techniques befit your crest
Smash through with force
Opposing guests
Controlling breath
Patience met
The journeys long to ascend
Focus on the foes ahead
Destructive forces with intent
Defeat dealt out inside a zone
Hate and venom will be spent
A noble art to call your own
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
it is the death of time,
weeping beauty cries her grief and grace up to the sky and back on Earth,
moons are the ring in melted void of time,
weeping again,
a world in rain and harsh deluge,
entrancing flesh,
the life is short and temporary,
I cry with the urge of the apocalypse,
my noble soul belongs to the beauty of the infinite,
come back on Earth, water the land,
choir of butterflies,
honey and grapes would burn the evolution of a mind,
seeds in the darkness,
mouth full of birds fly after time,
dark veil and beauty in the dark,
it is the death of time and space.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 77
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Oh the Sacred Holy Mosque'
In your Shelter, every created being
Obtain their divine peace and direct path.
Oh the Sacred Holy Mosque'
Every direct call from your noble house,
Represent undoubtedly the active faith of every beginning!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 5:52 AM UTC
Every day I sit in chem class,
I fall asleep who knows how I pass
I eat lots of snacks
And take short cat nap
The only thing Noble 'bout me is a gas
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 43
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
There are naturally no specific causes for sincere love.
Sincere love is virtuous, as an Eternal light of his Divine Creator.
Sincere love is uniquely Noble, as His Own Creation.
Nor’ it’s eagerly evaluating proper time.
Nor’ it’s naturally seeking any rind.
Love offer life to my Noble Soul,
To merge seamlessly in His eternal love.
Nor’ there is rightfully an another divine creation like Him.
Nor’ there is wisely any ultimate end apart from Him.
Sincere love is eternal, as he himself is sincerely love.
Who do I declare heartily him as my Beloved!
He undoubtedly defies the key reason of my poetic creation.
And He will properly represent the ultimate end;
of my own creation; He is refined and He is noble.
Have a look in my glittering eyes; I am naturally in sincere love.
I seamlessly merge my stable core with my loved one.
Who is undoubtedly my Beloved!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 15
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
I am worst of all worst, but you came and shaped me in a perfect look.
You transferred me from imperfection to perfection.
You are the source of light’ that I am walking towards my beloved path.
In you, I can see clearly and feel the blessings of my Creator and my beloved.
As you naturally become my faithful ally, and;
my possible existence towards all formidable hurdles, in my chosen path,
No words, can be described’ about your sacrifice, all I can say that,
I am blessed by the Heavens and Every Noble Creation of my Creator!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2018
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 11
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Ya habibi , eindama ‘aqra shiftik.
‘Astatie ‘an ‘akhbar milyun qisat , bal ‘udris majmueatan min Al’kutb.
Al’maerifat , ma ‘aseaa ‘iilayh , laysat min Al’kutub,
Lkn, ‘aseaa min Hakimat Al’Nabilat.
Daeuna najlus maeaan waltahaduth , Ya min Al’Nubla’
Baynama tatahadath , daeni ‘alsaq wajhak la’uktusab maelumati.
li’anak ‘ant ‘ahbati! ‘Ant li’Mehbubi!
Oh my beloved, when I read your lips.
I can tell a million stories, rather I study a bunch of books.
Knowledge, what I am seeking, is not from the books,
But, I seek from your noble wisdom.
let’s sit together and talk, oh the noble one,
While you talk, let me glaze Your face to gain my knowledge.
As, you are my loved one! You are my beloved!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK2019
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 9
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
The Noble descendant’ always finds its roots towards his Noble descendants!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 4:49 AM UTC
Rubaiyat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 8
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
The heaven and earth decorated on this noble month. (Rabi’ al-Thani)
Your feet are blessed, for every guardian, and to this world,
Blossoms flourish in your love even in a dry land,
Oh Jilani, all guardians, gathered to welcomes you,
As you are the king’ to entire guardians,
Everyone welcomes you with utmost respect.
As your are Jilani, my Loved and a respectful Friend,
Let me, hold your noble feet in my heart and walk on this earth.
As dust, of your noble feet’ Oh my Jilani!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 1
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Oh the Noble one, Oh my Beloved,
I left my nation in your Love,
Being royal I left my all senses,
Seen the beauties of creation, but none like you,
With the elegant face and serene eyes,
I lost my all sense after what I seen
In my time, I never seen anyone like you,
Your looks, your smile, made me slave
And made me cosmic in your Love, oh my beloved!
I Ummah Thurab left my nation, left my comfort,
In your search, Grasped the dress of rags
From Badshah , I become a wanderer (Faqeer)
My heart and soul wandering in your search!
Been slave and psychic and lost as a dusty
Nothing stops me from being in love with you
Only once, show me your radiant face,
Let my arid core quench his thirst,
Let my soul taste the life of being
I don’t want to see the heaven’s or the comforts
Don’t open my mind or my eyes, just
Grab my soul , and take me whole
Oh my loved one! Oh my beloved!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
Please no more fighting
We're friends with cruel intentions
But friends always first
We love each other
Eventually we leave
Knowing another
Men must prove worthy
To defeat evils within
Training means nothing
Do not leave yourself
Accept the body and mind
As one entity
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
Mahalo fellow poets....
I've come from
centuries away
to thank you all and
let you know
there's no Bible
in our day.
Our most sacred text
is based on these....
the poetry of yesterday.
The more you write
the better we become
by reading truth, not lies
that leave us
numb and dumb.
So I'm begging all of you
don't ever stop....
pour it out til the last drop.
It will become nutrition
in years to come as
poetry becomes our
biggest crop.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
Twas accursed destiny
since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
bullying barbs
comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
gray matter (yours truly)
fisticuffs she didst highjack
proxy mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
(maligning) and stalking,
this fee-fi-fo-fum
ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
(non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum
older married chap doth adumbrate
satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,
undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
*** one measly **** sapiens,
who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
where, punctured
disequilibreated psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(a haunted junk ket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously
preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
Let gratitude be a great
star-pin on your soul.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 4:30 AM UTC