"popularly" poems
''A few words of my soul to my heart''
O' Jamil what you seek is a sea of love and not tiny streams
Waves of which will carry you to mystic craved dreams
You will need the light of Shams⒈, a heart of Rumi⒉ the great
And eyes of Iqbal⒊ to explore the love of divine that await
O' Jamil be prepared to sink deep below in waters of love
There is no reverting back thereafter to the world above
You will fade away as small particles in this sacred sea
Only then you will be intoxicated with essence of thee
✑
Notes:-
⒈ Shams, Shams-e-Tabrizi or Shams Al-Din Mohammad was a Iranian Sufi, mystic born in the city of Tabriz in Iranian Azerbaijan.
⒉ Jalal Ad-Din Muḥammad Balkhi also known as Jalal Ad-Din Muḥammad Rumi and popularly known as Mowlana but known to the English-speaking world simply as Rumi, he was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic.
⒊ Sir Muhammad Iqbal was a Persian and Urdu poet of Pakistan, philosopher and a politician who had great visions for humanity.
✒ ℐamil Hussain
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
No one asked the glaciers
Did they like de-freeze?
Who had that much warmth left?
When was it when someone asked the oceans
How their thirst was quenched ?
Or how they managed to gasp
As layers of greasy filth floated over their breathing pores .
The rivers that flew to them were already dammed :
The little ants are never inquired of their tiny aching backs
Stiffened and sore.
The winds were voted popularly
As spreader of venom
And they did not know why?
From the bosoms of earth
Is ****** all verve out
In name of maternal obligations.
The Indus stained in the blood
Wails violently amidst deep gorges
For relentless rapes occurring over her watery soul
We call power stations.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
To a Daughter More Precious than Gems
by Otomo no Sakanoue no Iratsume (c. 700-750)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Heaven's cold dew has fallen
and thus another season arrives.
Oh, my child living so far away,
do you pine for me as I do for you?
I have trusted my jewel to the gem-guard;
now there's nothing to do, my pillow,
but for the two of us to sleep together!
I cherished you, my darling,
as the Sea God his treasury's pearls.
But you are pledged to your husband
(such is the way of the world)
and torn from me like a blossom.
I left you for faraway Koshi;
since then your lovely eyebrows
curving like distant waves
ever linger in my eyes.
My heart is as unsteady as a rocking boat;
besieged by such longing I weaken with age
and come close to breaking.
If I could have prophesied such longing,
I would have stayed with you,
gazing on you constantly
as into a shining mirror.
I gaze out over the fields of Tadaka
seeing the cranes that cry there incessantly:
such is my longing for you.
Oh my child,
who loved me so helplessly
like bird hovering over shallow river rapids!
Dear child, my daughter, who stood
sadly pensive by the gate,
even though I was leaving for a friendly estate,
I think of you day and night
and my body has become thin,
my sleeves tear-stained with weeping.
If I must long for you so wretchedly,
how can I remain these many months
here at this dismal old farm?
Because you ache for me so intently,
your sad thoughts all confused
like the disheveled tangles of your morning hair,
I see you, dear child, in my dreams.
Otomo no Sakanoue no Iratsume (c. 700-750) was an important ancient Japanese poet. She had 79 poems in Manyoshu ("Collection of Ten Thousand Leaves"), the first major anthology of classical Japanese poetry, mostly waka. The compiler of the anthology was Otomo no Yakamochi (c. 718-785). Otomo no Sakanoue no Iratsume was his aunt, tutor and poetic mentor. In the first stanza, Lady Otomo has left her children in Nara, possibly to visit her brother. In the second stanza, it is believed that the jewel is Lady Otomo's daughter and that she has been trusted to the care of her husband. As for the closing stanza, according to the notes of the Manyoshu, it was popularly believed that a person would appear in the dreams of the one for whom ***** yearned. Keywords/Tags: Otomo, Sakanoue, Iratsume, Japanese, translation, mother, daughter, precious, gems, gem, jewels, jewel, pearls, pearl, Koshi, Tadaka
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 2:05 AM UTC
its not that i don't notice
i notice all the time
maybe you don't know this
i'm running out of my mind
Try not to panic
Its only forever
Treat it kindly
Plenty of water
This isn't any normal dream
its a full recollection of my fantasy
too much at stake to leave it alone
i've seen where we came from
Trippin on your legs
as i walk through
the living room
hope i didn’t wake you
im trying to avoid my doom
visiting a trip
towards memory lane
stop giving me lip
and quit playing that game
afterthoughts
and before feelings
emotion robots
and contact dealings.
i just found out
that snow is cold
the benefit of the doubt
is that experience is old
popularly singularity
has escaped me
i feel myself slipping
into unknown dreams
don't fret
you better bet
i'm not anyone
i'm someone
its not that i don't notice
i notice all the time
maybe you don't know this
i'm running out of my mind
your hypotheticalness
is getting out of hand
creating quite a mess
in the desert sand
rock-a-bye ah-dult
and the branch broke
its not your fault
for being a dolt
dream of me
and be aware
it may be
a total nightmare
I trust that I can lie
To be the strong one
Who’s ready to die
But I’m not yet done
Here take this
A little piece of advice
Don’t talk about anything
When Silence will suffice
Homeward
Upward
Down size
Wrong size
long ways
to paradise
love stays
while you fantasize
magic trees....
thats all i have to say
they are scary
in every way...
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC
Short videos and time bounded pictures which are popularly term as stories,
Swiping through them became an obsession,
giving fake feel of accomplishment with no solid reason,
what about the real time; what about the real fun,
Trying to varnish the world of fiction,
Now those days are gone,
When load shedding was used to and the real fun game was strong,
Uploading; downloading no walking for self,
Making plans and resolutions which are mostly held ,
Held on to laziness,
Just scrolling deep down the tabs it's endless,
Altering the state of mind,
Engaging to the trash in priceless time
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
I was a dumb learning man.
You are a goddess made of porcelain glass: a fragile dove with an angelic face and a glowing heart with wholesome conviction like a mannered spirit with delicate afflictions.
You are occasionally misunderstood and blind.
You remaining light in my life that reminds me of what popularly is mother nature’s truest intentions. U R Making me cry.
(Your lips reminded me at the time)
Timely you came back into my life as I feel tripped and before I was saying “what it says”
However,
with your return:
hope
a new sense of ambition, a new perspective , a polished set of ears
I have purpose and in fact I have substance, I was just trying to be creative.
Come, fortune favors the brave, do what you want:
A dandelion metamorphosed in the span of a second: U R breathing
(Sometimes your lips remind me/we are breaking up)
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
"Galatea is the name popularly applied to the statue carved
of ivory by Pygmalion of Cyprus, which then came to life."
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Colorful color and Bush color. Take
that easy, 1500-3100 departs from
the US and Spain, in Bulk Packing
100 342 1004, Herrera, Australia ||
and the United States. 1683 400 (4) ||
100 or [34/B] (BBC 3 source) 12163
168 3300 16 16 22 3 (200), second
life a created imitation of production
problems. It will be another reward. ||
Therefore, | | she is a woman. Greece,
Italy (USA) 20, 2018 (62) 12, 100 ||
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:10 AM UTC
Lost, yet losing another battle
Amongst many mannequins
But the agony doesn't settle
Coz the desire ignites more sins
We fight ourselves and give a way
For others to take over the place
Yet mind and heart beg to stay
To compete in the popularly race
Love is such a challenge, for
Mankind to keep it flourished
Most seen and saw many hearts tore
As flushed eyes stare astonished
Slitting wrist and overdosing mayhem
Serve as a culture to those grievers
Sadist rhythm and sour anthem
Twist their minds, forget retrievers
Like a new epidemic leashed out
And the entire planet, a test ground
Goons, gruff and celebrate about
At the new prototype that roams around
Pointing fingers at others in blame
Raising conflicts, to more lethal levels
To brainwash everyone, their only aim
And these are the real devils
Controlled by trotting wealthiers
We're shot with some ridiculous vaccine
Spilled lies, of life based on certain healthiers
Change the channels, in news it's all seen
Yet, believing the media is another slot
They only show the entertainment bit
The reality is edited and maybe reshot
And the channel becomes a hit
Dummies are we, to unknown users
Our daily lives residue normality
How great are these leading looters
Who shake hands to fulfill, formality!
©sim
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
Mounds of Caramel (Brown) ****
[it is said the ****** Mary's poops did not smell
& were creamy & well formed; wandering
women removing their sandals &
bowing down to pray on the holy ground where
the blessed mother had stooped to *** or ****
hoping to likewise become pregnant
by God's will; instead inflicted w/
the Fivefold Scapular Passion (Red)
[mensis so heavy they identified it w/ the crazed groupie
w/ issues whom Christ
had taken on as a sometimes lover;
Passionate (Black) Seven Sorrows of Mary caused by
worries that Christ was messing w/
the Roman & Jewish ****** in the back alleys;
not for his soul but b/c these woman carried flesh-eating STDs [(Black) as foretold by the [ ]
The Archangel (Blue/Black)] [digging the scene]
receiving Good Counsel (White) from the Sacred Heart of
Jesus & the (White) Immaculate
Heart of Mary (White)
conceived in Immaculate Conception
(turning Blue)
& Green Scapular (Green) before vomiting
Scapular of Our Lady of Walsingham; up the toxins
she'd ingested w/ the
Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary - - -
The Scapular of Our Lady's Mounds of Caramel
(also known as the Brown Scapular or Mary's **** |
is the shit-colored
habit of both the Caramel Order and the Discalced
Caramel Order, [nuns who practice ritual
enemas as a sacrament]|
both of which have Our Lady |
of the Caramel Mounds as their patroness.
Her portrait hanging above the commode
for the Sister to pray to while moving her bowels:
the turds in their small form
are widely popular within the Catholic Church
as religious articles and used as
candy [ ] chewed slowly and eaten,
probably serving
as the prototype of all the other
devotional scatology.
The liturgical feast day of Our Lady of Creamy Caramel Mounds,
July 16, is popularly associated
with the devotion of the Scapular;
According to the Vatican's Congregation
for Divine Worship, the Brown Scapular
is "an external sign of the ***** relationship
between the Blessed ****** Mary,
Mother and the Queen of Mounds of Creamy Caramel,
and the faithful who entrust themselves
totally to her protection, & who have recourse
to her maternal bowel movements, mindful
of the primacy of the spiritual life
and the need for prayer."
the Blessed Mother taking a **** the turds
collected by the devoted followers of Jesus; &
preserved as relics, staying moist & brown over the centuries.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC