"salaam" poems
There is a certain mystique about Essex County where Wiccan boutiques smite the eyes with linguistic confusion.
Salaam reminds me of cold meat and Shalom reminds me of Welsh breakfasts even though the 1700s knew nothing of peace.
So, now that we almost reach the threshold of Spring Aequus Nox, I commend Julius Caesar for his respect towards atmospheric refraction.
We need to talk.
Come on, and let us delve into classical and mythological philosophies where games of death are an aphrodisiac with a sprinkling of risqué.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
Almost like a mirror to
Look at you. A sort of Alice on the other side
Of the looking glass.
You are a reflection I never thought might exist.
But there are flaws spiderwebbing cracks into the glass,
The picture so minutely cracked here and
There that it might all just
Fall out of the frame.
Words, picked like highhanging fruit,
Stack and
Form the
Edges of your
Mind--
brilliant walls of Buckingham but also the boxes of fruit
(high hanging like the words) floating down congolese waters
and into the heart
--of Darkness? only kurtz knows
but does it matter? still Grand as ever--
They're words I see in myself on my side
And music from Mechanicsburg Anchorage Dar es Salaam
sings down the same Congo we share
But the only cracks I see are with me.
Your words and wit are the envoys,
Celebrated diplomats from the Heart that lies
downriver.
eyes flash and the Fruit is bountiful and
Hail the heart (wherever whatever it is down the River).
The words are strong as the man who sent them
(somewhere in the Heart)
Such strength to speak and shout
Respect commandeddemanded in the fruit
I often wonder if I have it.
And each time I know I don't
Another crack is born.
the tally man sends his beautiful fruit--
strong as everforever
To the world, smileonface and gleamineye--
and you're him
on the other side
at the Heart.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
The Brits were twits in '29,
I reckon mandates were not their cup of tea.
I suppose silence speaks louder than a noose,
And that as long as one is civilized, we may agree to disagree.
Enemies share common grounds-
Blood to be spilled, one pair apiece of shoes,
Salaam, shalom, auf wiedersein, tootleoo.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 3:02 AM UTC
Our Dear
Mother
Father
God,
I am thankful for every blessing you send.
And have gifted us
throughout all the ages of our existence.
The present.
The past and the futures to come.
If I may
ask of you, please,
as you have touched my spirit,
let others see my souls illuminations.
A glowing of your infinitively divine
love and mercy.
Touch all things.
My brothers,
sisters,
the soil and growth,
the animals and trees.
All of us, together on this earth.
We all vibrate with your melody.
A techicolor sound.
Hums and wispers
of you.
I ask of one more thing,
if I may.
Spark curiosity of this glow that we have
deep within our souls.
Let others see the colors,
the light,
the joy and the peace.
The comfort.
Let it spread across the nation,
like the burning down and
building up of a new tomorrow.
I pray,
the fear in our hearts transends
into a journey,
an adventure
for truth.
That we may live as one.
One world.
One harmony.
One Humanity.
If I may,
a prayer for others.
Those who are lost.
Confused.
Broken.
Let us forgive those who need forgiven.
Help those who need help.
And love everything
as we love ourselves.
May all the asended
Masters,
Guides,
Teachers,
Travelers,
Marters,
Angels and Archangels
and every being that possess
your divine love and light,
join us on this journey.
Let us all sing one song,
hum one melody,
and whisper one name.
As we travel forth to worlds unseen and dimensions unknown,
as we journey along this earth,
exploring every beauty you have created
for us to discover.
A treasure hunt for the ages.
We love you
Mother
Father
God.
Namaste.
Blessed be.
Ashe.
Salaam.
Shalom.
Amen.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 10:50 AM UTC
A theorem:
any map of the world
contained on a plane
of contiguous regions
needs only four colors
to prevent the bleeding
of borders.
No matter the shape,
nor how many times
a nation state
splits itself up
with all the fight
of man splitting the atom,
nor how many splinter
groups stick themselves
into the skin
of the innocent. Any four
colors, take blue for the oceans
or black for the bruise,
it’s not the borders bleeding
but the insides,
you seeking refuge
in worlds that blame you
for the men that hold the atoms
that split you.
Odds are you’ve never
seen an atlas of only four colors
because Atlas picks more,
how else to contain it all,
to keep from shouting fine
and letting the whole globe
fall.
Oh, poor atlas.
Salaam, shalom,
what we want
is all the same,
but paix,
it sounds so different.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Abraham's Youth
I'm white,
and Jewish,
and American,
but I,
refuse to,
be scared again,
let's let the truth be our teacher,
for I don't want war either,
and they say Jews and Arabs,
have been fighting each other,
for thousands of years,
but we are all brothers,
we bleed the same blood,
share the same father,
we both want a future of peace,
for our daughters,
I doubt Abraham,
would've wanted it this way,
for his children,
to fight instead of play,
our Father,
would surely be upset,
if he was looking,
down from up there,
so I don't buy,
the propaganda they're selling,
for if true,
history is to be telling,
Jews and Arabs,
lived in harmony,
underneath,
the shade of olive trees,
In Jerusalem,
kids studied together,
good books,
academic endeavors,
for,
hundreds of years,
without,
hate or fear,
only,
love in our hearts,
until,
politics tore us apart…
In 1948,
the U.N. stepped in,
with their laws,
imperial rule and nuclear weapons,
divide and conquer,
Western Machiavellian,
tactics,
let me ask this,
is Damascas the axis,
where Abraham's ********
practice black magic withcraft?
The fact is,
the Baptist,
the false profit priest,
praying to the beast,
left the light,
then mixed up the good book,
to make wrong seem right,
left to right,
they rewrote the Bible backwards,
they subtracted good,
and added bad words,
they say it's prayer,
but it's really evil practice,
fkcn sorcerer magicians,
rabbit in a hat tricks,
but instead of a rabbit,
they pull out a dove,
"Look,
we've capitalized off love!",
or at least,
the thought of it,
"here, buy lots of it!"
"Don't worry you'll be fine!"
I don't feel fine,
I feel like I'm,
losing touch,
with divine…
So I shout with my heart, W
here Is The LOVE!
Come here my Brothers,
give me a hug!
Put down the guns,
let us embrace,
let us pray together,
let us have some faith,
Isaac,
Ishmael,
we are one family,
let us,
bless us,
all of us actually,
let us,
break bread,
and have peace,
from the,
West Coast,
to The Middle East,
this is,
a New World,
in The Old City,
We've had,
enough war,
we need some peace,
As-Salaam Alaikum,
Wa-Alaikum Salaam,
Words of the Torah,
and the Koran,
Shalom,
Salaam,
open heart,
open palms,
from out of the dark ages,
we are the New Dawn,
rising above,
with hope,
and with love,
let there,
be peace,
let there,
be peace...
∆aron L∆ Lux ∆
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
Main Hoon Kahan?
Are kitni kaatil hai yeh duniya
Iski adayein anginat samajh na aate!
Phir bhi duniya
** tum Mera pehla ishq
Hai tujhe salaam!
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
The storms of our life
strikes the earth
They blow away anything
Just anything
But not as strong to anchor solidly
not too strong to stand against the wind
Find shelter in him
Do we not?
Flooded with thoughts and emotions
and we can drown in them
Do find shelter and bow down to His decree,
We are cleaner than before
Storms expose our vulnerabilities and weaknesses,
giving us a chance for redemption
Storms so often attack our pride the greatest
The storm gives us a chance
to humble ourselves before our Creator
There is a way to have peace during and after the storm
That peace lies in submitting to As-Salaam.
Just as storms change the landscape of the earth,
our hardships change the landscape of the heart.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
The Souls of Grenfell Tower
1 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for their souls did not depart in vain.
2 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for their souls have been chosen from amongst other souls
3 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for their souls have been returned in the best of months, Ramadan
4 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for God descended to listen to their final utters of prayer
5 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for their blissful souls reiterated the peacefulness of 2 billion others
6 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for they proved, pried upon practicing pupils, prevent further terror and tragedy
7 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for in June, they indeed sealed the end of May
8 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for their souls showed the tweeting real duck, Londoners Khan all break fast together
9 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for they led Britain's conversation and distanced Hatie and her fallen solutions
10 Grieve not, dear families of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for their souls invited pleasant lilies, with beautiful oras, and the most famous of hellos - Salaam
11 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for they ignited the indigestion of cladding, in lowly aristocrats and their tory toys
12 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for Martyrdom was their end to a new beginning
13 Grieve not, dear families, of the souls of Grenfell Tower, for God has granted them Gardens of Eden.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
Two boats float on the horizon,
as I watch the setting sun.
They put the picture in perspective,
how deep and far the water runs.
It makes my concerns seem awfully small now.
The vastness hits me like a bomb.
The burden of my ghosts lifts from my shoulders
and I think "Alayhim as-salaam"
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
Ma salaam a habibi
As I hope that
Allah can believe you
More then mortal me
Or my mortal
Ma salaama habibi
I wished
That our love became
A reality
Good by my love
Fate is cruel
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 8:19 PM UTC
You can sing in a tune of psalm
And make up your qualms
Even after my moments of salaam
This connection is what you'll embalm.
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
I bow to Life
I prostrate full body at the sacred feet of Nature
Willowy branches of trees swaying, bending
in the spring breeze
their hearts overflowing with sweet sap
I am so grateful
You gladly share the boughs of fruit
abounding on my oak wood kitchen table
Wild forest daisies don their
vivacious, yellow Easter bonnets
dancing with rays of sunlight
nod Namaste
Salaam, Salaam, Salaam
I bow to my furry friend Rama,
to the red and black poka dot lady bug
seated by happenchance
on my folded palms
I bow to you dear reader and lover of poetry
I bow to the Light within You
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 10:07 PM UTC
He had tied the brown thread on the pole
relieving the spirits from trees for the start
of belly dance of death on sand dunes,
whispering, gyrating to the tune of an
invisible snake charmer. Salaam
ambrosia, you had pledged to unhole
the milk bath, black waves will crash on the
windows, that I dream was true, god will
have the nativity for mankind and planet
earth will redeem peace.
Let us first accept the defeat of eternity,
and wounds will leap on, pouring upwardly,
aimlessly to defy the diktat of gravity,
contents you will know one day, watching
the birds fly away to warm lakes, that needs
a precision, geometry and courage
to glide over the tallest peaks.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
PULWAMA SHAHEED DIVAS
Prem karte the vo vatan ko,
Uske liye shaheed ** gay-e jo
Salaam aapki nishthako, laajawab tha aapka dhradpan.
Ashru bhari shraddhanjali aap ko arpan.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
The Challenge
(Day 12)
When you pour the liquid content of a 35cl soda into a 50cl bottle it will never fill it up
If you pour it into a 15cl bottle it will fill it up and overflow.
Same thing with when you pour your love, energies, vibes or share your space, sanctuary and essence with the wrong people.
You’d either end up being too much or never enough.
If this is the case with you please find a way to detach yourself from this person before the damage becomes irreparable.
No matter how much you give someone who doesn’t value you or holds you in contempt it will never be enough.
Save yourself before you start to second guess your worth and shatter your esteem.
The only way to help a toxic person is not to shield such a person but be firm and ensure the person seeks the help ***** needs.
This is a show of love.
Love will always want you to be the best and have the best you can get and not let you plunge into troubled waters while it watches you drown without lending a helping hand.
We cannot give what we don’t have which is why we must always check ourselves and be accountable for and to ourselves before daring to do same for others.
May the week ahead bring us all peace and fulfilment.
Salaam!
r3d
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC
"Sah'b! Sah'b! Baksheesh! Salaam!
"Sah'b, bakshi?"
Apparently vacant, perfectly calm
I deign to see
naught - hear nothing of her drool.
The train will start;
then, for a space of time some cool
air may dart
(with dust and **** across my brow.
It is so hot!
Next stop, on oath, again I vow
more beggars trot.
"Sah'b," she whines at me. No notice
do I take,
but wisdom tells me mental note is
sure to make
impression clear upon my mind
in this heat.
I cannot for so long be blind.
It is defeat.
For, can I, deafened, be unkind,
ignore the bleat?
"Sah'b," she whimpers at my window.
So I turn.
She wins - I lose and glance below.
Inside I burn,
but give no outward sign. I spy
a legless *******
slobbering. Worse still, clung to by
a babe at ******
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
Jeene ke laayak bana mujhe ae khuda
Teri kayanaat ko mein dekh sakoon
Tere karishmon ko kar sakoon nihar
Mere haath hamesha tujhe kar sake salaam
Mere honth hamesh tujhse kar sake duwa
Iss Kaabil mein rahoo ae khudha
Jeene laayak bana mujhe ae khudha
Narm baton se apno ko mein sehlaa sakoon
Andhere mein shamaa banker raah dikha sakoon
Mere aanchal ko banaa iss laayak tu
Mere dilbar ko wo banjaye ibaadat ka makaam
Jeene ke laayak bana mujhe ae khudha
Ki le sakkon teri khush mausamon ka mazaa
Saawan ki ghataa se jab ubharne lage fizaa
Tho daudke usse lipat sakoon Zara
Mere dil ki galiyaan khuli rahe hamesha
Muhabbat ka raahi ban, rehjaau mein sada...
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
Amani, Shalom, Salaam, peace
Humanities' goal is to release original sin
Meat grinder ball spins and we still fightin'
Warrin', not-rightin', iron sighting
birds in flight'n
Amani ani nawae 94b, for helping me
Made it clear with a shot glass of Halidol and pretty pills
It spills out this morning, doing laps to pass time
Apparently being Muslim is a crime
Do some **** and do a dime flat
Put you on your back with a gat goin' ack ack
Once again you got the short stack, short straw
Psych ward thaw, I want peace with them all
But they want to hurt me for praying to loud
Just another in the crowd, I need help too
I served this country just like you
Borders and flags are the symbols of fools
This species can come together given the right tools
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 2:16 AM UTC
in sunshine meeting Ram
still I miss my mom
alaikum salaam ...
waiting.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC