Category Archives: Poetry
Riddle oh such a riddle
Prayer’s house is an opening one,Everything in it is seeable,Seek that is in seeing eyes.Prayer is not alone but with animals.The Most High is pleased with him;The yoke is not on Prayer’s land nor sea;The yoke is on all of it, but not him.Think, what one could, such a riddle.Feel, what one would, such aContinue reading “Riddle oh such a riddle”
Notorious Motion
Hmm, mm, motion is a thing that I can wait,But thee tell the seller to just making money.How could thou sell a thing that is not for the Earth?Ye think that ye ‘ve the power over her.Such a fool to think that ye can ‘ve thy power to rule. Hmm, mm, motion is a statementContinue reading “Notorious Motion”
What belongs, belongs there forever!
Oh, oh, oh, ye made those things by thine hands,But did thee ask thyself if they are for the Earth’s benefit?Or for thy money’s sake? Thee must think when to takeSomething that belongs to the Earth and alone her. Oh, oh, oh, thee cannot tell me that the trees belong to Humankind,Nor ye can sayContinue reading “What belongs, belongs there forever!”
Sacred Bumblebee (A Collaborative Poem)
Originally posted on The Yellow Brick Ave:
The bumblebee is like a sacred one That would save the pollination’s worldThey show you what needs to be doneThe way they did to their pollinations I feel like they are a saviour to our world They allow for new life, for growth, for reborn beauty.They do their duty for…
The Earth’s art
The sky welcomes the sun.The sun is a delight to light.The colourful-warm. The sea says, hi sky.For sun evaporates sea,Call clouds to gather. The fields of flowers,Absorb the heat from sky-sun,Thank you for your kindness. © Ismael Mansoor
I know that is my imagination
Ye are like the sun that burns such dangerousBut Thou art like the moon that all can touchThee ring the bell to pronounce many wordsThrough the thoughts that wave unto the mindOh, oh, may I thought so that I am like a star There are stars in every departmentThere are stars in all that weContinue reading “I know that is my imagination”
The works of stars are not limited
I am Star so Give me a fantasy for the dreamAnd another fantasy for the reality Give me a bread for the healthAnd another bread for the soul Give me a drink for the cleanseAnd another drink for the spirit Give me a food from the treeAnd another food from the plants Give me anContinue reading “The works of stars are not limited”
This Engrained Heart 