Poems, Uncategorized

Poem: Jannat Al Bakee جَـنَّـة الْـبَـقِـيْـع‎,

In every living time and place.

There lies an Al Baquee.

A place destroyed by wrong ideas.

Lies scattered in the breeze.

And of these stones or tyrant”s thrones.

God raises seed and kin.

To teach mankind about himself.

Releasing us from sin.

Love itself does meet us there,

And guides us safely home.

Rasing thoughts to higher calls.

Away from shattered domes.

From darkened sense of sorrows hence.

We must not look away.

But far from clay and broken wood.

Love itself does stay.

Look inside your own dear heart.

And find your Al Baquee.

Build upon the terrors raged.

For there lies Love’s decree.

To find your peace when wrong ideas.

Attacks seem far and wide.

To know that Love is ne’er destroyed.

It’s always by your side.

Bring the stones of peace and Love.

Rebuild your Al Baquee.

A daily act of kindness builds.

A shrine eternally.

Look no more to desert lands.

And Baquees far away.

Prefer to look to your own heart.

And build your shrine tbis day.

Daily salat and duas

cement the stones in time.

Zariat adds the precious jewels.

That no man can design.

Love for those who hate you still.

Will add the Golden doors.

And daily zikhr will ensure.

Mosaic tiled floors.

Christian Science, Poems, Uncategorized

A poem on Integration

Written in Oban:

What good is found in mortal mind, In dreams and people’s views? Wandering round confusion bound, in dead, old worldly shoes

E’en in the sun no good can come, nor rain, fog, storm or dew, but holiness is typified, In some worldly points of view.

Look beyond the worldly scene. Of arab, gentile, jew. And you will find in conciousness. The Spirit that shines through.

With larks and beauty yet unseen, as powerful Love presents, with views on high like eagle’s eyes, of music yet unspent.

A world of Love and colour brings. To each man with his lyre, That one and all, we are the same, reflecting Love’s desire.

Christian Science, Poems, Uncategorized

Kerbala Poem

In every place and time there lies
a blood stained kerbala land
where people die with martyr´s blood
which stains the yellow sand

perhaps a place within our minds
which kills all false ideas
but with it love and peace are pushed
to fall and disappear

like Hussain on the battlefield
or Hasan´s poisoned cup
we seem to live history anew
by thoughts which do corrupt

Silently we think our thoughts
from places dark inside
which reaps a battle outwardly
which never does subside

and then we mourn as saints the men
whose blood they left behind
not knowing we ourselves did kill
by our false thoughts in mind
Christian Science, Uncategorized

Mother´s Evening Prayer by Mary Baker Eddy poem

Mother’s Evening Prayer

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling’s faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.

Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

O make me glad for every scalding tear,
For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain.

Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
“Lo, I am with you alway,” — watch and pray.

No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
When heaven’s aftersmile earth’s tear-drops gain,
And mother finds her home and heav’nly rest.

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

#poem About A Rowan Tree, #kilbirnie #northayrshire

I’ve been writing poetry about Kilbirnie and the area for many years now. You can see all of them here on my site. This one is about the Rowan Tree which was in my Grandfather’s garden in Castle Drive. Its likely still there.

In the shade of Grandpa’s house
There stood a Rowan Tree
Where my Brother tried to climb
With Rosalyn and me

Every day my Grandpa came
Admired towering boughs
While we as children playing there
Saw darkened twigs and crows

Shadows hung upon his life
With towering darkened power
Yet we as children plain could see
Their withering every hour

Its leaves held back the sunshine light
Its branches stern with years
Sitting with his chair and pipe
It calmed away his fears

Yet we as children playing in sight
Saw only twigs and leaves
Revealing more of sky to us
Than he could ever see

We pointed up at shafts of light
Throughout the darkened power
Whilst he preferred the shaded glade
To pass the wakened hour

We saw sun and endless days
Upon his chair he sat
Despite the passing years it stood
The tree was sound at heart

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

#glengarnock #poem #northayrshire

If Glengarnock were a nightingale
All day it’s song would sing
Around the houses, through the streets
Oh the joy that it would bring

It’s tiny feet upon the roofs
Of buildings, trees and lawns
Spreading joy on little wings
And chirping at the dawn

Songs of hope and thanksgiving
For all the good thats here
From Auchengree to Barkip farm
With eyes so crisp and clear

And by the station trees it sits
For all the passers by
None can silence joy and hope
As the bird soars in the sky

On the coldest winter morn
Or by the frozen burn
The bird will chirp its peace and love
At every waking turn

And on the happy days of spring
While children take to rest
The little bird at Longbar farm
Will nestle in its nest

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

My #Grandmother #poem

My Grandmother

Standing at the window back,
Playing solitaire
Watching all the cars move by
Without a worldly care

No wifi box, nor mobile phone,
No longing in her eyes
A peaceful soul, that Love enfolds
Watching the day’s sunrise

A greeted smile, with teapot on
When e’er someone did call
Tales of yesterday were spun
Until the night did fall

And then arrived my grandpa home
“Came aff the 2 tae 10”
With dinner made she would persuade
Some chores before his bed

Just like the Queen of Hearts, she played
The cards she knew and dealt
We were appointed knaves and Jacks
And served her kingdom well

But woe the man who dared to say
Or challenge her kingdom
For with one stare or deathly glare
was banished e’er so soon