Train of thoughts

Words are inspiring me. What’s going on?
Words have inspired me greatly,
Words have to do something.
I have wanted words to do something,
I’ve to let words know how I feel about words.
Better than Silence? Now it is not.
Yo, I guess the silence is wisdom.
Would I get wisdom and cleverness?
I don’t know what to say to nothing,
A lie is the biggest liar I’ve ever learned.
Honest is right, and a lie is a liar.
But honest usually takes a station word,
Or a word to stop liar.
So what does the word do now?
Do not ask me how the last plan,
Blew up pretty good.
No kidding.
Maybe, kidding.
So you see, I saved words behind.
And I got to kiss the word.
I hope that inspires me.
It has to and taught me a lot.
It is easy for a man like Jesus to say
what most miracles will do to get a miracle
My apology, I write too much,
That really did wonder me, sorry.
Oh, dear, words! I am good at it!
That’s why I want to respect words.
My mind staring at my wonder?
Can it do that again?
My mind could understand what words said
I’m interested, that’s exciting!
I’m not sorry, that does not suck!
Look
Don’t yell for me.
Oh, words, it blew the lines,
Check the sentences out! Sentence-words!
Check, check
The grammar needs correcting
Cut! Cut!
Fix, fix
Re-edit, re-edited.
And enough
To double these beautiful lines
Got it?
Who’s the writer now?

©️ Ismael Mansoor

DWELL ON WHAT’S TRUTH NOT LIE

You tell me, love me, and I will love you back. But I tell you what, the Miracle Creator who is our Holy Creator, He keeps giving you love that you deserve. But if your thoughts don’t dwell on the Grace of our Lord, it is you that will bring the ungrace of our enemy upon yourself, for you think not of your body’s gratitude, but the mind of the troubling thoughts.

© Ismael Mansoor

MY BOOK!

Dear readers 🙂

I would like to share you two images from my book called A Collection of My Unspoken Deepest Thoughts: Volume 1.

Read below:

You can see that I use personification to describe word that define emotion or philosophy…

Normally I would not ask people to buy my books because I like them to buy it by their free will. But I would love it if you could support me by purchasing my book below 🙂

Riddle oh such a riddle

Prayer’s house is an opening one,
Everything in it is seeable,
Seek that is in seeing eyes.
Prayer is not alone but with animals.
The Most High is pleased with him;
The yoke is not on Prayer’s land nor sea;
The yoke is on all of it, but not him.
Think, what one could, such a riddle.
Feel, what one would, such a figure.
Sense, what one should, such a paradox.
Thee must seek Prayer’s house, and listen to him.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Sacred Bumblebee (A Collaborative Poem)

Come come, said he to her.
Ye read with thine eyes,
And I will wait for thee.
She smiles at him with a delightful reaction.

Come come, said she to him.
Joy and thee art making me
Feel like an understanding spirit,
’cause the bees are the Earth’s essentiality.

The Yellow Brick Ave

The bumblebee is like a sacred one 
That would save the pollination’s world
They show you what needs to be done
The way they did to their pollinations 
I feel like they are a saviour to our world

They allow for new life, for growth, for reborn beauty.
They do their duty for their colony and for the Earth.
Those hard-working magic-makers,
Spreading hope and potential for dahlias and rosemary–
They truly are divine keepers of the circle of life.

Sweet honey is a bee’s saviour to their taste 
And the bumblebee’s sting protects their sanctuary 
As well as shielding their clever and beautiful queen
She instructs them to their heaven’s work
For the sake of our life not alone their lives

Inspiration, too, is a bumblebee
Buzzing around one’s head–protecting its kingdom,
Taking flowery thoughts
And transforming them into fruit,
Giving way to seeds that will sprout anew.

Photo…

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See he can dance

Have a look at our new SASL music video: “See he can dance.” This video contains music that Hearing people can also enjoy. Enjoy and drop a comment below!

Translation from South African Sign Language to English

See, see, see

He can dance

Whoa ,

Oh,

He can dance

Can, can, can

Oh, watch him, watch him, watch him

Oh whoa,

Oh whoa,

Oh,

See, see, see

Oh,

He can dance

Oh, see?

Oh,

Whoa,

Oh wow

Whoa

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The Qualities of Love

Image by Dariusz Sankowski from Pixabay

I am not seeing you as a black man or a white man or a brown man. I am seeing you as a person with a name. Your colour means nothing to me.

Do you know why I said this? When some people asked what race I am, what religion I am, where I come from – all they wanted to know who I am as a definition of my colour skin, my belief, my nationality, my tradition, etc, etc, etc, but I answered, “I’m human. I’m earthman. I’m mankind. So here my name is Ismael.”

If you do not satisfy that I have answered to you that I am human, I am earthman, I am mankind. If you asked what my belief is, then I tell you that my belief is the Miracle Creator – the Understanding – the Truth, the Faith, the Goodness, the Light and the Miracle – all the same LOVE that we know for sure that LOVE bring this world as one family.

If you do not know LOVE as TRUE MEANING OF LOVE then why do you go out to ask some people who they are as colour skins, as their beliefs, as their nationalities, as their traditions, etc, etc, etc, because if you find out who they are so that you may judge them because you think you are love?

Love is an unity, it is something we all share and experience in life. Love is everything for each every love – everyone experiences love, and the special love will remain in their souls. Love is connected to one another, be it a billion – through our personalities, our presences, our flaws and our warm appearances. Love is not blinded by a quality, however people tend to make love based on their race, religion, nationality, and tradition.

For we are one mankind no matter what colour skin we are but LOVE doesn’t matter whatever we are as long as our connection is connected to LOVE for we can love together as one, as an unity.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

I wrote this poem above about three years ago