The fantasy of such a poem

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Thou art perfect
Thee shew us Sun and Moon
Oh the Proud is with Thee

The sky shew us the blue and the stars
The number of tiny spots
All of them Thee that shew us
Let I to Ye that I may not hide

Thou art perfect
Thee shew us Green and Brown
Oh the Soil is with Thee

The Earth shew us the eyes of the One
But I do not see it all
For a man must face the truth
Let I to Ye as the truth to Thou

Thou art perfect
Thee shew us Life and Death
Oh the Light is with Thee

The Dark shew us the world of in us
We cannot fool it nor lie
Thee shew us the hope’s promise
Let I to Ye as the hope to all

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Cheeky but true

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Oh, oh, oh
You look down on me
I won’t let you
I won’t look down on you

You told people that you want them to believe
How weak your tongue is, the lie is very weak
But you told them anyway about false of me
Yet I want you well, to know that I’m winning

Oh, oh, oh
You look down on me
I won’t let you
I won’t look down on you

When I said that I am winning
If you heard from some people about me
And if they are wrong I am winning
But if you heard right well done

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Cupid’s Arrows

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Oh Cupid, did he arrows her heart?
What was Cupid thinking?

Oh, oh Cupid, I am in love with thee
Not that I know of love but your bow
Arrow to a destination that targets

Oh, oh, oh Cupid, I cannot leave thee
Not that I know of love but my obsession
Let us rule our heart, not Cupid’s self
But I am not afraid of thy truth

Oh, oh, Cupid, what is this dove flying for?
Thee seek that is in the arrow from the bow
Now not that I know of it but you manipulate me

Oh Cupid, how dare he does this to her
Or how dare her that let him do this

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Out Of The Chest

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Express out of the chest
Calm is the body’s need

Wake up from the sleeping
Be grateful but if someone is not happy
Ask why to live and ask why, why
It is better to question self than to passive
Wake up from the passive mind that rules
Wake up from all that barrens, and all that sad
Wake up to all that made for self to experience
Beware of the enemy mind that troubles self

Express out of the chest
Calm is the body’s need

Open the eyes, see everything that it eyes
See is the thing that self tends to eye
But see is also another thing that self tends to ignore
Someone saw but they said, I never saw
Ignorance is such a bliss to all that act it
Ignorance is a self that tells, everything is fine
Ignorance would tell that all are okay but not true
Beware of everything that Ignorance sees

Express out of the chest
Calm is the body’s need

Ignorance, wake up, everything, up to the self
Self must experience hence the self must decide
When He one day would ask Ignorance, why did thou
Ignorance would say, excuse, excuse, and excuse
Think not that He who made life and death would not know
Ignorance would narrow their mind to save themselves
But He who made life and death would He let them
Beware of the lies that serve like, everything is fine

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Understand the feelings?

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The feelings are it, hmm, well, it is difficult to answer, oh I know hey
How could ye control thine feelings, keeping them in check
Ye cannot abandon thine gratitude, or else, ungraceful would pop in
It is important to tell thyself how thee must control
Thou choose that you unconsciously want to feel that serves ye
Hey I know, it is difficult to keep them in check, yes thine emotions

He, who you pray to, and He who you love for no reason
Keep Him in you, it is better, to have His Everything in thy thoughts
It is such a comfortable feeling like the comfort zone
Keep Him in you, that believe ye, and still keeping Him in ye that awaken thou
Well, thee seek that thou shall find, quoted by a sacred sentence
The feelings are it, hmm, well, it is difficult to answer, oh I know hey

© Ismael Mansoor

Witness and protect

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Father, I praise ye with thine name
’cause thou art my role model
Mother, I also praise ye with thine name
For thou birth me to this life

Son, ye are such a blessing
Daughter, ye are a sacred one that will birth a baby one day
Should not thou be a waste one to thine private part
Son, ye hear me, so, go out and guide men out of the lust

Daughter, ye ‘ve showed me that you can do like a man
But ye are not a man ’cause ye art woman
A while Son shall witness and protect ye from men
That blocks thine achievement of a powerful woman in the world

© Ismael Mansoor


If you are happy, said a father to his son, I am happy
And his son provoked if I go to the fire, will you come with me?
Stop it, son, you are making it worse
I try to open your eyes to see the truth
What is the truth?
Be happy, even if I am not happy

If you are going this way, said a friend to his best friend, I will follow you
And his best friend provoked, how could ye follow me if I’m not good?
If you are not good, I will smite your head with my words
How could you not understand me that I might mislead you
If you mislead me, I shall smite your heart, with my faith
Then let it be smiting, so that I may say, you are good

If you can help me to fix this matter, said a student to him, I will give you my food
And he said to the student, I will help you to fix this matter if you let me teach you
But I would give you my food every day, so, let us make this deal
I will accept your deal if you let me teach you, to make many differences
Oh, come on, you are a clever man, very clever
So are you too, oh, your head shakes, because you don’t accept that you are clever?

© Ismael Mansoor

Dominate Thy Enemy Mind

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Thee like personification, doth not thou?
They said that you return, the Old English
But when you want to speak, with thine voice
Ye won’t use the Old English to speak
Doth not thou, doth thee? Such a strange thought

They said, he likes personification, they think that they know him
But when he answers, they turn away, and some stays
But in the end, they all are the same, they come back
Why? Ask not of me, ask the Miracle, and thou will get, what thee seek
Believe in thyself, and help thine self, to believe in them for thy sake

Contemplate if he says, quiet, and doth not get dominated over the weak
But if thou doth like them that does did doing the dominion of the strong
But thee seek that drives ye of thy hope and just he, who is in the world of good
He would tell thee, contemplate, oh quiet, and doth not get dominated over me
Because he would not dominate over ye, oh he teaches ye, to dominate thy enemy mind

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The Parallel of Relationship

Contemplate, consider the way I said about the old
I do not mean how old are you
I mean like the Old from the beginning
Like the New from the modernity

Father, I am going to do my way not your way
Your way is old, and mine’s not in it
My way is new, and yours are not in it
Should thou disclose it for my sake and forget thine old way

Son, we are going to separate our ways
Your New and my Old
Let it be done as you wish
When thou art done with your New, come back to our house

One day
Son, you come back
Father, yes, I am, but hear to my New
Let it combine with thine Old

Father, open thine soul to my New, for it is miraculous
He who is a father that hears the voice of the Miracle
My servant, go to him with thy heart, mind, and body
For I am the Old and the New, both am I anyway

© Ismael Mansoor

Gratification of Superheroes

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Batman. I got you, Joker, so you caught –
Joker. Up so that I let you capture –
Batman. You! I have what everything need.
I take you back to Arkham Asylum.
Joker. Ha, ha, I can escape again.

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Lex Luthor. Superman, I desire you –
I desire the power of Superman.
Superman. I can stop you as easy –
Lex Luthor. As pie, boy! Now you’re boy,
As I am holding green stones on my hands.

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Batman. No matter what you do, I’ll find
Joker. Me! I am the great masterpiece!
My dear Batman, I will crazy with you –
That the Joker will show the Batman way!
Batman. Do as you please, I will catch you.

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Lex Luthor. Look at Superman – so weak.
O dear Superman, how weak you’re feeble!
What, Superman? How can you be so firm
That you stand before green stones on my hands?
Superman. I am the world’s Superman!

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©️ Ismael Mansoor

I wrote this poem above about three years ago