The Ninth Post is a Poetry Host

As-Salamu'alaykum there is this idea in me today
Which I want to express of in a mindful way
Mindful of those who will read of
That to be certain the idea can be curtained
Unless within Islam you life is committed certain
Though to be a Muslim
Might not be what you need of
For there are enough of us
Already who honour Mohammed
That unless it is your want also to thus
Perhaps this idea
Will fill your dreams
Without consciousness of Islamic means
Bear with the certain lack
Of what is real faith in fact
If through repeats the money is at
While of its appearance
Truth be that
But in the balance to know how I have sat
Is the hope of other manifestations of life
And economic reality in far less strife
What manifests the appearance of
While in repeats our gold faith for belief
Was never the money story even when brief
So measure up this fact
Find one's own quality and quantity at
Through prayer for more accurate
Measure the work of Angels endeavour
To learn what it is that
Your labour owes the Earth for a fact


For Who Know Their Own Rare Fayre:

There are those who fared
By blaming who spared
Who refused not to blame
The Devil by name
While others who knew
Trusted their truth
Salvations new shoots
In the Devil's permanent roots
And in among were many other
All blaming each other
For blaming one another's
Method thus never recovered
The worth of the Kingdom of Earth
For the Kingdom of Jannah
Will never this rare be near Heaven


Of Who Profits from Greenhouse effect causing emissions:

The environmental conditions
Of no returning
From the abyss of
Their own continuing fortunes
For theirs is to realise
They played against the tide
Of evidence through left wing concerns
This climate need not change beyond
Those few degrees which
Will enable
Only new disease
With us all thus
Settling into
The diseases of
Being unable seek fault because
They moved too fast
In upon my past
That no chance even my farts
Moved to array
What their symptoms betray
What their perversions relay
Of naught but our own day
Is that they will learn
By their policing of
For what belief yearns
As though to know
And reality show
Was the criminal way
Is that they
Have had it their way
Proving today
Their only chance of
The survival we forever play
Is that of a delay
In their inevitable consequence
Of never again manifesting humanity
Since when world leaders
Find their way uncertain
Know its because
No longer to them can be curtained
The environmental conditions
Of no returning
From the abyss of
Their own continuing fortunes
For theirs is to realise
They played against the tide
So let your own self be lead by
Who is not of this world yet to die