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"devoutness" poems
By: Cedric McClester Going to the Mosque to pray Five times a day Doesn’t make her devout If she’s going astray Wearing her hijab in public Each and every day Does not mean that she was devout No matter what you say How could she have been devout But clearly disobey One of the most important things That the Qu’ran has to say The unjust killing of the innocent Can never be okay It’s as if she killed everyone In the world today How could she be saleheen And do the things she did With no precedence in sunnuh That’s doing what Shaytan bid Islam encourages mercy And she did not show none Which adds to the controversy When she opened fire with her gun Her devoutness shouldn’t be measured By how she outwardly appeared If her Islam had been treasured All she had to do was adhere To its principles and tenets Which clearly she did not share Nor did she offer penance That anyone could hear Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
DEVOUT MUSLIMAH
You are a God in the sense that I cannot take my eyes off of you, nor breathe in your presence. There is some form of divine revelation whenever I kiss the mouth upon you which breathes life into the hollowness of the shell of which I have become. You are the God that I pray to and the devoutness I practice to the constitution. You are the apostle I give all my faith unto, in the hopes that my body will breach Heaven; the Heaven which takes its form as the man you are, which stands before me.
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 7:42 AM UTC
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just your love is smiling to life (to...my beloved divine souls..) when I say goodbye to love as if world turns into desert my consciousness numbs, then gets into my arms like poison whereas... I mix up my voice with the wind your numb smile from my memory whispers melodies youngish and fresh comes back to me what I wish to tell you blue at the sea red in the dawn freedom in the sun rainbow at the sky flowers in the mountains warmth in the solidarity so... devoutness of partisan hate of guns fire of the eyes ballad in the lips dances in the arenas stars on the foreheads so, knowledge in consciousnesses honour in the souls revolution in the dreams rhapsody in the beliefs love in the hearts spirits in the bodies that is, yearn that is, love so, my melody every morning luminosity flows to my room from the aurora of your eyes every morning luminary of your words when I step out a hopeful cry to the world HELLO! Turgay Usanmaz
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
just your love is smiling to life