A Waltz with Angels.
I often feel that lost kindred souls are never far away.
never regret the treachery of time
It is a vertical poem composed by Imam Al-Shafi’i, who is Abu Abdullah Muhammad bin Idris Al-Shafi’i. Among the most prominent topics covered in the poem are the following: the fluctuations of conditions for people in time, as there is no regret about that. The fluctuation of circumstances does not change the status and value of people. He mentioned some examples of the treachery of time, such as the ignorant sleeping on silk, while the learned sleeps on dirt. The poet's emphasis is that time has nothing to do with what happens, and it is wrong to criticize it, but the matter is up to human action. The call to be satisfied with destiny and destiny, and not to be afraid, as nothing remains as it is. The call to display the qualities of manhood and morals, and no matter how bad a person has qualities, he must cover them up with generosity and giving. The call not to gloat over enemies, or ask for a favor from a miser. Sustenance is written and destined, and calls for contentment and contentment. The inevitability of death....Written about 1200 years ago Written by Imam Al-Shafi’i, translated by artificial intelligence Birth: 150 AH / 767 AD Gaza, Palestine, the Levant, Abbasid Empire Death on the last night of Rajab 204 AH/820 AD Egypt, The Abbasid Empire Burial Place Imam Shafi’i Dome Landmarks Imam Shafi’i Mosque Nickname Abu Abdullah Title Renewed Imam, scholar of the era, champion of hadith, imam of Quraysh, jurist of the faith Religion Islam Children Abu Uthman, Abu Al-Hasan, Fatima, and Zainbal Father Idris bin Al-Abbas bin Uthman bin Shafi’ bin Al-Sa’ib bin Ubaid bin Abd Yazid bin Hashim bin Al-Muttalib bin Abd Manaf
The Dragonfly
Deeply lost.
Second chances
It is about myself....life's choices and supposedly loved one's that turned out to be in love with their own reflections.
even when your gone carry on
your fantastic
in my dreams
it kinda makes me nervous friend
The Little House That Grew Into A Home
What fills a home. Mary asked me to post this for her.
Pipe Dreams Woven
just a story in itself, introspection
Red Robin
Red Robin is a good resturant, just got unlucky with the donuts, and the Packers later that night.
Allegra Futura
My bloody past wont leave me
One Dwarven Morn'
Who upon thine word be bidding Oh who upon thine word be do A laughing truffles gammets lot Or wood behoove you the word that do I am grumpy nothings wrong everythings bad I hate that song Go to talk to Sleepy hes okay I stammered I went I
Vanity's Dream
There - mine self - it stands alone Let it be - it sulks - let it Weep Again - that force - some brewery of hate Churns and Burns - where Nerves were cool Then silence breaks - from Voice - a drone As resentment lurks for Nausea to Creep Wherei
A Moment in Time.
Memories are like gem's, and having a photo to look back on and remember, sometimes is so good for the soul. Make memories every day, live every day, after all, we only take our memories with us so make them count.
Drive Thru
Another haiku, I used to work fast food from 10/88 - 1/93, and I never had to work the drive thru.
Poet to Poet (the next chapter)
Poet to Poet Returns..... Poet, It was a great thrill to read you today. It's an indescribable delight & comfort to be in this bewildering relationship with you. ~ You are there to give me courage to beckon me to the world of the l
Belmont Parade
Another haiku, another parade nine miles from the first parade that was in Platteville, Wisconsin, which is in the southwest corner of the state. This parade was in Belmont, Wisconsin. On Sunday, it's off to WI Dells!
Train Whistle Splits /
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0CBzKfvA80
A Poet's Soul
I fear if I run out of ink my thoughts will cease to flow, No longer free to roam around where they desire to go. Caught up in a stasis as my mind begins to congeal, Severed from my senses I find I can no longer feel. The proo
Poet to Poet- Journal Entry 7-24-23
"The beginning of a novel is a time of awful when you're dealing with a lot of dead pieces and you have to wait and wait for some sort of animation" ~Iris Murdoch Poet, The blank page is terror. The blank screen is too. How do I
Just for today
Came back to hug the beautiful poets and sit in the peace, just for tonight.
CS Poetry Corner
I posted my first piece here on CS Poetry Corner in June 2013. There was a great camaraderie among the poets then and the subsequent years. It was a wonderful feeling that inspired other poets and myself in our writing. I have written this piece in honour of those days. It was inspired and motivated by the song: “Those Were The Days” by Mary Hopkins https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3KEhWTnWvE
Mama's all knowin'
A few lines came to me
Mario Brothers 3
My last song I listened to is If I Can't Have You by Yvonne Elliman from 1977 on the Bee Gees Saturday Night Fever soundtrack.
1920's haiku
the feel of the jazz age
LONELYNESS
The poem captures the profound sense of longing and solitude experienced by an individual. With each verse initiated by a letter from the word "lonelyness", it outlines the emotions evoked by solitude in a romantic, melancholic, and alluring tone. Each verse also mentions a different flower, which adds a layer of metaphor and symbolism to the expressed emotions. The poem moves through the phases of night into dawn, mirroring the progression of the speaker's feelings - from deep yearning and a sense of loss, to a new hope and acceptance of solitude. In essence, it's a journey of an individual embracing their solitude, experiencing a range of emotions from longing and melancholy, to seduction and romance. Despite the loneliness, there is a beauty in the experience, much like the beauty of the flowers that accompany each verse. It's a celebration of resilience, the human spirit, and the ability to find beauty even in solitude.
Maybe in my next life.
I feel him, just think that I am meant to just remember him for my next life.
Viking Gods (Nonet)
Socrates…… another nonet for you!
Twilight.
Remembering so much.
Can you see colours?
A poem I just read about colours reminded me of this time, was so special to see.
Book
And so be it
Cupcakes
I went to Fennimore, Wisconsin for garage sales and found a nice bakery.
Morel Hunting
I love morels, a lot!
Waste Of Space
There are many things As I look around my apartment That are old, decrepit, dusty and worn I shall hire myself a skip And throw them all into yesterday Where they all belong As relics of the past Myself included
Music
My favorite time of the day is driving and singing in my car. We've had some great music!
2023
Spent a lot of my free time on my phone and on my video games at home. Other than that it is planning my future trip to Hawaii at the end of July.
Attraction
When we first met...
A sordid vintage
Events from 1962 wrapped into a poem..
NEW YEAR
Sitting alone thinking of the happy times I spent with my family.
Before the war
not sure why I wrote this one!
Tobacco on the wind
I don't smoke but occasionally I catch a first whiff of tobacco freshly lit
Murphy's Lens
a little ramble
The Burdens Of My Life
An insight into my life as a poet.
RE: DAD
Chrik, Very powerful experience and incredible write. No doubt you're sensitivity will have a great impact on your life and the lives of your future children. Thanks sharing with us....
RE: Just another day
Thank you Cafe, I'm honored by your valued opinion..Your stuff is fantastic as well my friend.. Regards, Ken...
RE: A Tribute To Women
May the Lord bless you in all your ways...thank you Prenge,,...
RE: To touch a dream
Enjoyed Jim, nice romantic stuff here. Rob...
RE: Hope
Thank you Paloma so glad to see you...jesse...
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