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Black Prison

Do not blacken my prison with hatred so greatly admired,
Mighty is the fault so looked at, mighty crimes are in choirs.
The rest of the school is like the people behind bars of white,
Blackness carries a graveness so lined in this way.
Misers collect the pain of systems so bright with gold,
Lulling the sound of water as it stems from the ground,
Roots are abolished from the very heart of the ground.
The head carried fortunate ones, fully established
After the sound so lulled had yet again formed for all time.

poem by Naveed Akram
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I can only see you

In the night I’d swear you’d kissed me
And told you how much you’d missed me
As you lay beside me sleeping in the night.

Now the bed it feels cold and empty
So I’ll blow a kiss so gently
It won’t stir you when you’re sleeping in your night.

But as the shadows darkly lengthen
From the time when we were as one
I’ll see you clearly
When my eyes are both shut tight.

As the space between us strengthens
As life’s passing greatly quickens
I’ll just say how much I loved you
And await our secret meetings in the night.

poem by David Keig
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Beleeue Me Now I Tell It For No Tale

Beleeue me now I tell it for no tale,
There is a Queene, or else a Goddesse t'one,
That without helpe of man, or any male
Conceaueth daughters by her selfe alone:
But at their birth, be it by night or day,
Some skilfull man, the midwiues part doth play.
When they be borne, and perfectly brought foorth,
Both olde and yong doe greatly them desire;
Their beautie and their power is of such woorth,
That all mens harts, therewith are set on fire:
And in all times they beare as great a sway
As if on earth, there were no queenes but they.

poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Dorcas Gustine

I was not beloved of the villagers,
But all because I spoke my mind,
And met those who transgressed against me
With plain remonstrance, hiding nor nurturing
Nor secret griefs nor grudges.
That act of the Spartan boy is greatly praised,
Who hid the wolf under his cloak,
Letting it devour him, uncomplainingly.
It is braver, I think, to snatch the wolf forth
And fight him openly, even in the street,
Amid dust and howls of pain.
The tongue may be an unruly member --
But silence poisons the soul.
Berate me who will -- I am content.

poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Walls On Both Sides

Money cannot buy everything but,
Money can buy you sex;
And true love towards another is not always sex.
Oh red wine of Chile!
I will reward you greatly with my love and,
I will do whatever you say to me in the name of love;
For you are my sweet lover and,
Your love flows to me like the River Jordan.
I will rise up early in the morning to saddle my donkey,
And with walls on both sides towards you;
But to stand up in the narrow path of love and,
Between the two vineyards of your love!
For money cannot really buy everything.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The New-Old Opposition

It is said, the Great Men, who are seized with the pouts,
At their suddenly alter'd condition;
Who so late were the Ins, and so soon were the Outs,
Have decreed a severe Opposition.

Nor will it be wonder'd at, greatly, if those
Who're deprived of unmerited treasures,
As of old, should determine the Men to oppose,
Though their consciences sanction the Measures.

Such threats are, by Britons, too well understood
To create any just apprehensions;
Nor can they, who, in power, accomplish no good,
Now appal us by evil intentions.

poem by George Canning
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Great God, I Ask for no Meaner Pelf

Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf
Than that I may not disappoint myself,
That in my action I may soar as high
As I can now discern with this clear eye.

And next in value, which thy kindness lends,
That I may greatly disappoint my friends,
Howe'er they think or hope that it may be,
They may not dream how thou'st distinguished me.

That my weak hand may equal my firm faith
And my life practice what my tongue saith
That my low conduct may not show
Nor my relenting lines
That I thy purpose did not know
Or overrated thy designs.

poem by Henry David Thoreau
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Prayer

Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf
Than that I may not disappoint myself,
That in my action I may soar as high
As I can now discern with this clear eye.
And next in value, which thy kindness lends,
That I may greatly disappoint my friends,
Howe'er they think or hope that it may be,
They may not dream how thou'st distinguished me.

That my weak hand may equal my firm faith
And my life practice what my tongue saith
That my low conduct may not show
Nor my relenting lines
That I thy purpose did not know
Or overrated thy designs.

poem by Henry David Thoreau
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I Played day and night

I played day and night with my comrades,
and now I am greatly afraid.

So high is my Lord's palace,
my heart trembles to mount its stairs:
yet I must not be shy, if I would enjoy His love.

My heart must cleave to my Lover;
I must withdraw my veil,
and meet Him with all my body:

Mine eyes must perform the ceremony of the lamps of love.

Kabîr says: 'Listen to me, friend:
he understands who loves.
If you feel not love's longing for your Beloved One,
it is vain to adorn your body,
vain to put unguent on your eyelids.'

poem by Kabir
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Farewell Beloved Madinah

My life in Madinah has been a great blessing,
It is the very place I will be greatly missing.

I've known some good fellows,
Who helped me with my sorrows.

To be a good teacher, or not to be so,
Has always rendered me a friend or a foe.

I like the place here, the Dean and the College,
They all helped me augment my knowledge.

I know for a fact I was sometimes unkind,
So please forgive me that I know you won't mind.

I wish I could say more,
I wish I were so sure,

That we shall stay together,
Happy, and true to each other.

poem by Omar Jabak
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