Archive for the 'Sufi' Category

Three Poems Known

9 August, 2008

Three Poems Known
(written ninth August 2008)
 
Would that she not wonder
Why the loot stripped ripped asunder
For a face to plunder
Will straw hats shake out the wonder
Of how someone spoke their number
In advising child like kind of slumber
To go head on down
To the depths of town
Wherein be the best thieves around
For to escape from
Straw hats have broken [...]

Just another poem

6 July, 2008

What that he would for
That great oaf I stood for
To prevent his courting the criminal world
For there because of his own whirls
Within what might have made me poor all the more
Has Mr Grimes not learned to be sorry and sore
By depending upon my worth for
All of his own dreams known
Of any victory in any court [...]

Another like the other

18 March, 2008

Another like the Other

The accumulation of capital
Is dependently fixed upon
Communication prevention
Between indigenous and refugee stations
While to reconcile national salvation
Each place depends upon
Use of money belong
To love of Earth strong
Let these words sing money’s song
For tired I am of
Awakening in Dreams of
The purses which
Build only delusion
While I have seen
Reality blessed
And my message of this
By heart’s [...]

UNTIL WILL

4 November, 2007

Until 
To her
They do
To do
Of her
But unable
Do her
Yet fear
Through her
They might
Have wanted
Their failure
Be that
Which do
Her
Is of her
To want her
For her will be
To have knew
How to do through
Her
Death be
The party
To Allah’s will
In her thus still
Yet one day
One man will
Do naught but
ThatShe is his own
In Allah’s
Will
As any rhyme’s hill
Might these lines fill
Yet that do I
This my guilt
Until

UNTIL WILL

4 November, 2007

Until To herThey doTo doOf herBut unableDo herYet fearThrough herThey mightHave wantedTheir failureBe thatWhich doHerIs of herTo want herFor her will beTo have knewHow to do through HerDeath beThe partyTo Allah’s willIn her thus stillYet one dayOne man willDo naught butThatShe is his ownIn Allah’sWillAs any rhyme’s hillMight these lines fillYet that do IThis my guiltUntil

topping off the after lunch poem scrawling sanity spree

1 August, 2007

 
On Capitalism
 
I guess that
What seems to be
Might be of too frightening
Consequentiality
If it is that I can
And so must
Prove that nobody except
Those who know of
Was who did that the worth of all Islam
Spilt out
All over the world in a rush
Of capitalism
And as I prove it
It might be that you can
Find me to be the faulted one
As [...]

That Here Our Criminals Aversion is Islam

1 August, 2007

 That Here Our Criminals Aversion is Islam
 
Why is this tell me
That here in Australia
There is more fear
Of Islamic terrorism
Among the criminal quarter
Than there is among those of us
Who live law abidingly
And why perhaps did we
All want for Dr Haneef
To be rapidly acquitted
Rather than spend time in
An Australian
Prison
But perhaps even more strikingly
Why is it that between
Modern [...]

Priority Poetry times three

1 August, 2007

Priority
 
I think with my pen
All good will is to send
That work for socialist
Priority
To dominate our economy
 
They assumed wrongly
Of me
 
 
 
Was The Wealth of No Man
 
Did they feign
Their own belief
In Jesus
So as to corrupt
Our Islamic worth
Of belief in such
As His teaching
Is in Eternity
Without corruptibility
Or had they
Accused our Muslim Ummah
Of not believing in
Until they themselves
So fell
For of which [...]

Buttons Square or Round

1 August, 2007

Buttons Square or Round
 If it is as it seems
That he was loving me
By loving another woman
Blacker of skin that me
For her to rip me off
On that basis because
Only that he
Was so accustomed to she
Charging him
With being so far too whiter then she
Yet in that same family
Are we all held in our own accountability
That the problem [...]

It Could Not Have Been a Stranger Day . . .

31 July, 2007

Salamualaykum everyone
I have had a very unusual experience during the past few days, which is relevent for many Muslims, perhaps, so I would like to share the knowledge I have acquired.
But the context in which my experience is contained is a bit unusual also, and difficult to describe without making myself seem very suspicious; so [...]