Jokes/Poetry or anythin alike!

When a person truly loves someone then you don't need to do anything to please them, they love you for who you are.

Hi Amber, welcome to the forum!

I'm curious, what is the quote in your signature?

thanx

my signature is in regards to the love for the Lord.

[quote="Amber"]thanx

my signature is in regards to the love for the Lord.[/quote]

That explains a lot

It reminds me of Dante's Paradiso where as he comes closer to God he starts to write in mathematic terms, and finally when even mathematics fail him, he admits defeat with this line:

Shorter henceforward will my language fall

Of what I yet remember, than an infant's

Who still his tongue doth moisten at the breast.

very good Dave you're full of poems - do some more

i esp like poems that lift the spirit and talk of doing impossible things which arnt really impossible at all if we were all heros which we are

[quote="almas"]very good Dave you're full of poems - do some more

i esp like poems that lift the spirit and talk of doing impossible things which arnt really impossible at all if we were all heros which we are[/quote]

hmm.. well it's not a poem - it's actually the preface to a book but you might like it:

[i]Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. [/i]

some nice lyrics here....always good 2 listen to when reflecting upon the day...the tune is beautiful as well. for anyone who hasnt heard it - Dawud Wharnsby Ali

Oh the moon has come

The day is done

The night has covered up the sun.

I have stood so often before you to pray

But I wonder Allah, tell me, what did I do today?

Did I remember the words of Al-Fatiha?

Did I take time to thank you for all that I have?

Did I call on you to guide my way?

Tell me, what did I do today?

I have whispered to you

As I made ruku

Subhana Rabiy'yal adheem.

But was my faith

Bright or grey?

Oh Allah, tell me, what did I do today?

Did I smile at my brother?

Was I kind to my mother?

Did I teach another something that I know

Or did my love of this world lead me astray?

Tell me, what did I do today?

Sami Allah hu liman hamida

Rabanna lakal hamd.

Sami Allah hu liman hamida

Rabanna lakal hamd.

La illaha il Allah.

La illaha il Allah.

Though I've bowed to you

with my face in the dust,

subhana raby'yal a'la

Did I turn to you

And did I obey?

Oh Allah, tell me, what did I do today?

Did I use my mind?

Did I use my time?

If I search my heart what will I find?

The light of your guidance is a glimmering ray,

Tell me, what did I do toady?

Oh Allah, tell me, what did I do today?

[b]What did you do today?[/b] 😉

Again, Dawud Wharsnby Ali - Madina Tun-Nabi. Beautiful nasheed with a great tune...Chal Madinah challey!! 🙂

There was merriment and joy, a smile on the face of every girl and boy.

The streets of Yathrib welcomed in the prophet of Allah,

Muhammad, sullallahu alayhi wa salaam.

A full white moon shone down upon the land,

rising from the valley between hills of sand.

Being grateful to Allah was The Prophet's demand,

spreading peace through the streets of Madinah.

Madinah Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,

The city of the prophet is like home to me.

[b]I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see

A city with such wonder as Madinah.[/b]

Now the narrow winding roads are so full of history,

streets shake with the azan from Masjid un-Nabi.

I feel the shadow of the prophet gently cooling me

as I walk through the streets of Madinah.

Madinah Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,

The city of the prophet is like home to me.

[b]I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see

A city with such wonder as Madinah.[/b]

The man who reads Qur'an `neath a date palm tree,

And the smile from the child on the street selling tea,

Enchant me with their beauty and their simplicity

As I walk through the streets of Madinah.

Madina Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,

The city of the prophet is like home to me.

[b]I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see

A city with such wonder as Madinah.[/b]

Al Madinatul Munawarah, Oh enlightened city!

Al Madinatul Munawarah, even in my sleep you call to me.

Time has hurried by, time has traveled on so fast

And though wisdom and truth will always last

I wish, I wish, I wish that I could climb into the past

And live with the Prophet in Madinah.

Madinah Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,

The city of the prophet is like home to me.

[b]I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see

A city with such wonder as Madinah.[/b]

My heart is never far from the home of the Ansar

And the city of the prophet, Al-Madinah.

cant find the lyrics to Sami Yusuf's new song 'Mother'...and i cant be bothered transcribing em..........But what a beautiful and touching song. reminds me of my mummy all the tym 😢

this 1 you have to listen to, and i cant wait 4 the new album! 8)

[quote="Hayder Hussain"]cant find the lyrics to Sami Yusuf's new song 'Mother'...and i cant be bothered transcribing em..........But what a beautiful and touching song. reminds me of my mummy all the tym 😢

[/quote]

Yeh that is a lovely touching an powerful song, we were discusin it on the forum ( i think it got deleted when the forum was replaced)

That bland one?

Is it not... erm ... bland?

[quote="Admin"]That bland one?

Is it not... erm ... bland?[/quote]

are you dissing Sami Yusuf's songs? :evil:

[quote="Hayder Hussain"][quote="Admin"]That bland one?

Is it not... erm ... bland?[/quote]

are you dissing Sami Yusuf's songs? :evil:[/quote]

No just that one.

I haven't heard many, so ask me the opinion of each one (giving me a link to listen), and I'll diss the ones I don't like.

[quote="Admin"][quote="Hayder Hussain"][quote="Admin"]That bland one?

Is it not... erm ... bland?[/quote]

are you dissing Sami Yusuf's songs? :evil:[/quote]

No just that one.

I haven't heard many, so ask me the opinion of each one (giving me a link to listen), and I'll diss the ones I don't like.[/quote]

Ha! i suppose you think your better Mr Admin??? :evil:

every track on his 1st album was great, and so far this one sounds good. which 1'z dont u like? how can you not like the Mother one? you have no heart!!

[quote="Hayder Hussain"]Ha! i suppose you think your better Mr Admin??? :evil:

every track on his 1st album was great, and so far this one sounds good. which 1'z dont u like? how can you not like the Mother one? you have no heart!![/quote]

As I said I can't recall any others, so will need to listen to them to form an opinion.

but the mother one is... bland.

Having no heart? That has been said about me by alot of people.

I don't let emotions cloud my judgement. Mostly.

[quote="Admin"]That bland one?

Is it not... erm ... bland?[/quote]

Yep thats the so called bland one. you gota listen to the lyrics to really appreciate it, there's no point lookin for the mentionin of lamposts, that word didnt come in the song and neither did a pic of it come in the video....admin i suggest you listen to it once again with a more open and less cold hearted way (was that harsh?)

[quote="angel"]admin i suggest you listen to it once again with a more open and less cold hearted way (was that harsh?)[/quote]

No its not harsh (I don't think it is... but u know the whole cold hearted thing... it means I would not find it harsh even if it was. Was it?).

As I said its too bland, It puts me to sleep (well zombie mode) before the lyrics get a hold.

[quote="Admin"]

No its not harsh (I don't think it is... but u know the whole cold hearted thing... it means I would not find it harsh even if it was. Was it?).

[/quote]

Nope it wasnt meant to be, just thought if you looked at the song from another more open angle it might help

[quote="Admin"]

As I said its too bland, It puts me to sleep (well zombie mode) before the lyrics get a hold.[/quote]

Well thats with everythin when you dont listen to the main point of the song then you obviously gona miss it and not like it...what you should do is listen to it whist in your mums presence it will hit you them...all that she does for you etc.

There's this half-decent website wich lets you put words into George Bush's mouth.

http://www.bushspeech.org/

Takes a bit of getting used to. Hopefully they'll come up with a better version soon.

The mother naat is in no way bland, even without the lyrics, the tune grips your heart, perhaps you had it on mute Admin?

As for a contribution here's a little convo I had wwith my mate John over MSN, he's half joking when he say's he's depressed, he likes to be philisophical now and then, he's Vatican guy i'm the everest one:

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

don't be so negative

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

how do u expect me to be positive when my dreams are fallin apart all around me

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

i could have been a contender, i could hav been a someone instead of a bum which is what i am

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

I remember the times you said you could ber top of the sports/business/law world

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

yes

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

i could have

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

but now look at me

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

ive put on two stone

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

you talk about fear of falling

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

but only warriors and brave men can fall

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

how can you fall when you are to scared to get off the ground

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

true

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

but i know i can be the best, but im afraid of trying hard for it and failing

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

cos when i fall, i dnt get back on the horse

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

I hear you there

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

im not a gymnast

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

But if you are too scared to dream then what is sleep but a paralysis of the limbs for death comes not till its due, yet you persue death as if life held nothing but your precious memories

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

i like it

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

Simply remember that those memories are the dreams of yestr year, what 'memories' will grow and take flight from the bud of the dream you nurture today

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

The heart dreams and oft times it beats don't be afraid of the rhythm, it is who you are.

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

When the time for dreaming vomes do not fly-

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

simply relax and let go

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

breath is for the body and light is for the soul, let your heart beat for you could never stop it dreaming

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

amen

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

u can take away my car

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

and u can take away my keys

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

but u cannot take away our dreams

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

indeed

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

'no, cos we're like asleep when we have them'

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

yeah alright, your getting there

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

lol

the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:

if u wanna make the world a better place take a look at urself and make a change

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

exactly

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

you can either be somebody or be somebody's fool.

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

and don't forget to have and cherish hope

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:

because even when you hurt and cry its only because you remember what it was to fly and in that lies salvation.

Also, a song by Skunk Anasie song called Weak, is inspirational, I mentioned it in another thread but hers's the chorus:

"Weak as I am, no tears for you

Weak as I am, no tears for you

Deep as I am, I'm no ones fool

Weak as I am

In this tainted soul

In this weak young heart

Am I too much for you

Weak as I am

Weak as I am

Weak as I am

Weak as I am, am, am

Weak as I am

Am I to much for you

Weak as I am

Am I to much for you

Weak as I am

Am I to much for you

Weak as I am

Am I to much for you

Weak as I am"

actually nowe that I think aboput it it seems kinda negative, what say you?

A man and his wife were walking on the streets of Lahore. Coming to a corner a begger shouted out to the lady: "Oh sundari!!! andhha huu. sawa panch rupya de de" (Oh beautiful!! I am blind give me five and a quarter rupees)

At once her husband told her: "de de, de de, tujhhe sundari bola hai to har haal me ye andhha hi hai!!" (Give him what he asks, If he thinks you are beautiful then there is no doubt that he is blind!!)

One day a Paki called Shabir, a decorator was painting a wall white. But on climbing the ladder he slipped and fell into the tub of white paint and was covered in white paint. So he decides to go home and get changed. On the way his boss Asif says "Shabir what's up? What's happened to you?"

Shabir says "I was painting the wall and I was climbing up the ladder and I slipped and I fell into the tub of white paint. Now I'm going home to change my clothes."

Shabir started walking down the street when came across his mate Azam. He says "Shabir what's up? What's happened to you?"

Shabir says "Look, I was painting the wall and I was climbing up the ladder and I slipped and I fell into the tub of white paint. Now I'm going home to change my clothes. Alright!"

"Ok Ok I was only asking!" replied Azam.

Further down the street, Imran sees Shabir and says "Shabir what's up? What's happened to you?"

Shabir says "Flippin' 'eck -look I was painting, climbing up the ladder, slipped, fell in white paint, now going home to get changed!!"

Getting towards his house, his neighbour Rashid says "Shabir what's up? What's happened to you?"

Shabir snaps "f@#%$, painting, slipped, fell, white paint, home, get changed!!, for @#%$'s sake"

Rashid goes " Hey , I was only asking!"

On approaching his door, Shabir's wife Saima says "Shabir what's up? What's happened to you?"

Shabir goes "@#%$ hell, I've only been white for 15 minutes and already I can't stand you @#%$ Pakis!!!"

😂 😂

i found them quite funny

albeit for 5 mins lol

THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY

by Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.

Through the travail of the ages,

Midst the pomp and toil of war,

Have I fought and strove and perished

Countless times upon this star.

In the form of many people

In all panoplies of time

Have I seen the luring vision

Of the Victory Maid, sublime.

I have battled for fresh mammoth,

I have warred for pastures new,

I have listed to the whispers

When the race trek instinct grew.

I have known the call to battle

In each changeless changing shape

From the high souled voice of conscience

To the beastly lust for rape.

I have sinned and I have suffered,

Played the hero and the knave;

Fought for belly, shame, or country,

And for each have found a grave.

I cannot name my battles

For the visions are not clear,

Yet, I see the twisted faces

And I feel the rending spear.

Perhaps I stabbed our Savior

In His sacred helpless side.

Yet, I've called His name in blessing

When after times I died.

In the dimness of the shadows

Where we hairy heathens warred,

I can taste in thought the lifeblood;

We used teeth before the sword.

While in later clearer vision

I can sense the coppery sweat,

Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery

When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.

Hear the rattle of the harness

Where the Persian darts bounced clear,

See their chariots wheel in panic

From the Hoplite's leveled spear.

See the goal grow monthly longer,

Reaching for the walls of Tyre.

Hear the crash of tons of granite,

Smell the quenchless eastern fire.

Still more clearly as a Roman,

Can I see the Legion close,

As our third rank moved in forward

And the short sword found our foes.

Once again I feel the anguish

Of that blistering treeless plain

When the Parthian showered death bolts,

And our discipline was in vain.

I remember all the suffering

Of those arrows in my neck.

Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage

As I died upon my back.

Once again I smell the heat sparks

When my Flemish plate gave way

And the lance ripped through my entrails

As on Crecy's field I lay.

In the windless, blinding stillness

Of the glittering tropic sea

I can see the bubbles rising

Where we set the captives free.

Midst the spume of half a tempest

I have heard the bulwarks go

When the crashing, point blank round shot

Sent destruction to our foe.

I have fought with gun and cutlass

On the red and slippery deck

With all Hell aflame within me

And a rope around my neck.

And still later as a General

Have I galloped with Murat

When we laughed at death and numbers

Trusting in the Emperor's Star.

Till at last our star faded,

And we shouted to our doom

Where the sunken road of Ohein

Closed us in it's quivering gloom.

So but now with Tanks a'clatter

Have I waddled on the foe

Belching death at twenty paces,

By the star shell's ghastly glow.

So as through a glass, and darkly

The age long strife I see

Where I fought in many guises,

Many names, but always me.

And I see not in my blindness

What the objects were I wrought,

But as God rules o'er our bickerings

It was through His will I fought.

So forever in the future,

Shall I battle as of yore,

Dying to be born a fighter,

But to die again, once more.

[quote="Constantine"]

To the beastly lust for rape.

[/quote]

wierdo :roll:

that poem didn't make any sense to me....

all those annoying PMs were to test u if u were actually [i]normal[/i] (sorry I pissed u off but u did say something disgusting and u never spoke against stuff when a normal person would, i [i]honestly[/i] thought u were some kind of freak :? )

My poem....

[i]The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings,

But, shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less

time; we have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge, but less

judgement; more experts, but more problems; more medicine,

but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too

little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get

up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years

to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing

the street to meet the new neighbor.

We've conquered outer space, but not inner space.

We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleared up the air, but polluted the soul.

We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less.

We plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait.

We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies

than ever, but have less communication.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and

short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.

These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure,

but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses,

but broken homes.

These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away

morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do

everything from cheer to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the

stockroom; a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a

time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit

delete.[/i]

I bet the stupid mods will delete this like they [i]always[/i] delete my posts...

:roll:

congrats on your 1st good post!!

good poem

[quote="Darth V-Hayder"]congrats on your 1st good post!!

good poem[/quote]

Hayder did u really say that :shock:

I thought u h8ed my guts....

still do.....but you didnt write that poem did ya. it made a lotta good points

i was hoping u were in B'ham (that where u from aint it?) on saturday....was gonna invite you to the mosque....and then beat you up :twisted:

[quote="Darth V-Hayder"]still do.....but you didnt write that poem did ya. it made a lotta good points

[/quote]

yeah it was from "evil" site submission.org :twisted: