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[the sad clown]

Translucent pearls hung on a tightly woven thread
The craft of a spiders singular cunning on display
The tears of a melancholy morning shimmer in the light
A ray of light once gold, turned grey, worn and worried
Thick clouds bound together deny the sky its hue
Downcast with the heavy burden borne on winter's eve
No eye does claim a hopeful glance to heavens vault
But mine alone, resolute in faith, unwavering in gaze
God himself provides the tears that wet my face

(by me)

[RAHIMI]

You name maybe sad clown and you may have tears on your face, but I don't believe you have sadness in your..liar..;-)

[the sad clown]

You name maybe sad clown and you may have tears on your face, but I don't believe you have sadness in your..liar..;-)

A liars lies proceed to wind
Around another's trusting mind
But mine are of another kind
Their purpose is to help unbind
The truth I hope for you to find

[RAHIMI]

A liars lies proceed to wind
Around another's trusting mind
But mine are of another kind
Their purpose is to help unbind
The truth I hope for you to find

That is all and well but I have yet to see proof of sadness in you..

[the sad clown]

That is all and well but I have yet to see proof of sadness in you..

Though fumbling and much too brief
I have a time spoke of my grief
And given rise to phrase of thought
But now I see it was for naught
For you it seems have not been told
The times my heart was stuck by cold
And more than I would dare admit
I find my heart does oft permit
A melancholic solitude
And binds me to a latitude
Where the sorrows long prevail
And poets words alone avail

[RAHIMI]

Though fumbling and much too brief
I have a time spoke of my grief
And given rise to phrase of thought
But now I see it was for naught
For you it seems have not been told
The times my heart was stuck by cold
And more than I would dare admit
I find my heart does oft permit
A melancholic solitude
And binds me to a latitude
Where the sorrows long prevail
And poets words alone avail

Those are all fumbling of words, where is the sadness that you spoke of? Bring him to me or I'll never believe..

[the sad clown]

Those are all fumbling of words, where is the sadness that you spoke of? Bring him to me or I'll never believe..

Unless the fruit dies
And the seeds within scatter
The flower cannot bloom

[RAHIMI]

Unless the fruit dies
And the seeds within scatter
The flower cannot bloom

I believe in fruits for they are tasty,
I believe in the seeds that grow and I believe in the flowers that bloom..
But there is no traces of sadness that I can taste, nor sadness that I can plant, nor sadness that cherish my day..
Where is this sadness that you so proclaim? Can I touch him or strangle him if I may?

[the sad clown]

I believe in fruits for they are tasty,
I believe in the seeds that grow and I believe in the flowers that bloom..
But there is no traces of sadness that I can taste, nor sadness that I can plant, nor sadness that cherish my day..
Where is this sadness that you so proclaim? Can I touch him or strangle him if I may?

Can you believe that the fruit also tastes sweet in my mouth?
It is a sensation you cannot have, but yet it is known to you.
We all pass our day, each of us known and yet unknown,
Knowing and not knowing the clockwork which turn each automoton
That passes before our eyes only to disappear from our sight.
Some shall reappear, their similitude impressed upon our minds
While others fade slowly into the night never to be seen again.

[RAHIMI]

Sadness, away with you for you are a product of a liar or perhaps only a clown’s conjectures..
Now Clown, hear me for I am speaking to you..Why do we still have flowers that forever blooms?, why do we still have birds that flies and live in nests?, why do we still have fish that swims in the sea? Why there are still animals in the forest? And yet look at you, you can hop or even build planes to fly in the sky, you can reach the deepest ocean and swim like a fish, and you can destroy forests if you really want to. Now have you consider what makes you?, you breath the same air and drink the same water as they do yet can’t you see all that you can do? What makes ‘nature’ and ‘evolution’ choose you?

Edited by RAHIMI, 21 December 2011 - 06:34 AM.

[Abu Firdaws]

I used to be sad, but then I became a Muslim

[RAHIMI]

I used to be sad, but then I became a Muslim

hey that does not rhyme..

[Abu Firdaws]

hey that does not rhyme..

Wa alaikumu salaam wa rahmatullaahi wa barakaatuh,

It wasn't supposed to! I hate poetry lol.

[the sad clown]

Sadness, away with you for you are a product of a liar or perhaps only a clown's conjectures..
Now Clown, hear me for I am speaking to you..Why do we still have flowers that forever blooms?, why do we still have birds that flies and live in nests?, why do we still have fish that swims in the sea? Why there are still animals in the forest? And yet look at you, you can hop or even build planes to fly in the sky, you can reach the deepest ocean and swim like a fish, and you can destroy forests if you really want to. Now have you consider what makes you?, you breath the same air and drink the same water as they do yet can't you see all that you can do? What makes 'nature' and 'evolution' choose you?

What flowers are these that you speak
Which bloom with a beauty eternal
The ones I see burn bright indeed
A brief respite before they fade
As all things do which live and breath
The birds we see, they sing and soar
But then one day they fly no more
And leave the sky for others to find
And do the dwellers of the deep
Whose numbers no man has ever known
Resist the call and avoid the fall
The fate of all bound to this sphere
So who am I, and what has chosen me
I am naught but another caught
A bloom that burns and fades away
A bird who soars while it is day
A fish to plumb the secret depths
A man to love and have regrets
And then to pass into the night
To take my place among the rest
And never wake again.

[BurningLight]

I used to be sad, but then I became a Muslim

hey that does not rhyme..

It surely doesn't

[RAHIMI]

What flowers are these that you speak
Which bloom with a beauty eternal
The ones I see burn bright indeed
A brief respite before they fade
As all things do which live and breath
The birds we see, they sing and soar
But then one day they fly no more
And leave the sky for others to find
And do the dwellers of the deep
Whose numbers no man has ever known
Resist the call and avoid the fall
The fate of all bound to this sphere
So who am I, and what has chosen me
I am naught but another caught
A bloom that burns and fades away
A bird who soars while it is day
A fish to plumb the secret depths
A man to love and have regrets
And then to pass into the night
To take my place among the rest
And never wake again.

OK, I'm kind of lost track of the conversations so let's get off the poetry mode for a second & let me rephrase my contentions to you.
Firstly, I insist that you show me and prove to me the existence of 'sadness'. Not just any proof but a scientific one i.e an empirical evidence. While you are at it, you can also show me the proof and evidence of the existence of sincerity, compassion, mercy etc etc.. DO you see how ludicrous that is? Firstly, science is not equipped to deal nor prove such a thing and secondly science is not the ONLY way we can prove things.

Secondly: You believe that humans are more evolved and more sophisticated that other creatures right? What do you think create this imbalance? Why monkeys still live in zoos and jungles? What prevented the monkeys in your local zoos from registering and purchase the latest smartphone to call their long lost relatives in Africa? After all ,they drink the same water, breath the same air as we humans do..Yet look at us humans, we can hang out on trees like monkeys, we can swim in the sea like fish, we can fly in the sky like birds and of course we can use smartphones etc. So for no reason, no justifications, no motivations, nature and evolution does all that?

[Yasnov]

Translucent pearls hung on a tightly woven thread
The craft of a spiders singular cunning on display
The tears of a melancholy morning shimmer in the light
A ray of light once gold, turned grey, worn and worried
Thick clouds bound together deny the sky its hue
Downcast with the heavy burden borne on winter's eve
No eye does claim a hopeful glance to heavens vault
But mine alone, resolute in faith, unwavering in gaze
God himself provides the tears that wet my face

(by me)

Nice and interesting poem, but don't know message you are trying to convey?

Nice signature you have there: deep, sad, funny at the same time

Yasnov

[the sad clown]

This thread (and forum) is for poetry and stories. I will cut and paste your contention in another forum. Which would you like to see it in?

[the sad clown]

Nice and interesting poem, but don't know message you are trying to convey?

It's not so much a message as it is a feeling. I was trying to capture a particular moment when I was looking outside, how it felt to me, how I felt at the time, and some of what it looked like.

Nice signature you have there: deep, sad, funny at the same time

Thanks. I have received comments about it before. It stems from the difficult period in my life when I was struggling to first retain my faith, and then subsequently regain it. I keep it now as a reminder, although in my darker days it still fits quite well.