34. The Body Polity – Muhammad Amin
Oct 18th, 2009
(re: Imam an-Nawawi)
My body is for my self, a city,
The great estate, my inner faculty.
Ministry and monarchy, my intellect,
Appetite tries to steal from the elect.
Malice is a policeman on the beat,
Foul slave to false state, a poisonous treat.
To the front, imagination is a treasury,
To the rear, the store of recorded memory,
In the middle, is the riddle, of my thinking
The tongue, interpreting, interlinking.
My five senses, alive to me like spies,
My fingers, nose, mouth, ears and eyes.
Each play a part, in living as art,
Overseen by the director, my heart.
Voice, colour, perfume, craftwork and cooking,
Convey the ways my self should be looking.
I remain informed by these keepers at the door,
And negotiate my inner state in times of war.
My livestock flock around their shepherd,
A sound man, bound to the king’s word.
But his soundness depends on his safety,
From greed, ambition, and misery.
If any of these vices, should up and erupt,
They’ll take the city by storm, and make it corrupt.
Adroit, clear and not spoilt,
The tension of the tongue,
in the recitation of the body polity
that has sprung
freeing the mind,
No! the heart
to understand and not stun,
with your words the journey continues
where you might think it has just begun
The heart, the heart,
to which you speak,
has felt the mores about which you teach
We need the Moors that influence your speech
and guard the fortress with the Abdal-Hayy Moore of your technique
POW!
epic couplets are produced by heroes
A QUANDARY OF GORGEOUS SONG
The Prophet Muhammad’s arrived again
with an entourage of saints
Birds are flying in such a way
the sky is streaked with gold
He settles down to a cool murmur
and everywhere rivers flow
None of our words are anything
but his messages of silver
Their light is like a thousand universes
with a thousand burning suns
Once seen he can’t be forgotten
Once heard he can’t be ignored
Beauty denied is
justice thrown down a well
Justice denied is
beauty left bleeding on the road
He’s left us with ourselves at last
in a quandary of gorgeous song
Bravo Muhammad, mabruk! Yours is a wonderful poem…
Now this is the kind of poem we should have to learn and recite n school or college instead of so much other drivell
Asalaam ‘Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu,
Please watch and recite.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GviThGNW2n4&feature=related
Here is an example of a poem that has abused less people of the USA than certain mistakes of interpretation:
To stand with conscience in land I be
Though I’ d rather float in an unconscious sea
Thus I, ametamorph my mind
causal flaws I consider signs divine
circles swirl open a whirlpool to which I waned Blind
but the Gulf circle around vacuity
is the line between variety and unity.
Post-modern Differance,
the door of perception,
etching into infinity,
feeding from energy, eternally,
mimetic method,
metaphor melody
is.
And Rascism is a Capital Offence,
unlike miscegnation of the Officis officionaado of an office of an officer for the worship of other than
Stephen Loftius.
However, I’ ve never been a Strong Fan of legalism in Tournee.
There is a language in which it is hard to distinguish between a Fatal Flying Guillotine Machine and an abuse of the processes of a concept recently introduced into the language of an Arab. Such as Talmud.
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this strange device that would be better employed as a working light sabre appears to enjoy the reordering of syntax
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