Curaezipirid
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Assalam Alaikum, I not talk it Arabic
but I reckon I understand alright enough
my internet name seems to be orienting amost entirely as Ridicurezipa
and I am making postings already in: Islam Global Message Forums; WhyIslam; UponSunnah; and now Li Islamic Forums; but am also agreeing to be a non-user of Muslim Village Forums close to home.
I write poems. Some times I can be scary, and other times I seem excessively vulnerable: in general both are true. So best for other users moderators and admin to know that, and that I do not get insults.
Here are two sort of odd poems I wrote for my sons, and that I am in a feeling of needing to put into the public arena as immediately as I can:
(I have three sons, who are Good, not too bad, and very good, but they live with their Dad, that none of us are happy about. So if I am stressful it is the Australian legislative Justice system's fault! But now that is stated I am likely to be quite quiet, and unobstructive:
Of the birds and the bees
Strange Hope if you please
Since if into the institues you walk
Fly our withOUT star spangles
By finding out what it is all about
And that those who fly in
Walk out since only in Allah's Will can win
What am I? (an Islamic Riddle)
Of words is my sloth
A terrible trough
That which enables the short cut
Of when if maybe and but
But for that my certainty
Of ever larger the responsiblity
Caused by
It to my
Pride for that
I live by
Of probably
There is a certain possiblity
And speculatively
Some superstition in rendition
but I reckon I understand alright enough
my internet name seems to be orienting amost entirely as Ridicurezipa
and I am making postings already in: Islam Global Message Forums; WhyIslam; UponSunnah; and now Li Islamic Forums; but am also agreeing to be a non-user of Muslim Village Forums close to home.
I write poems. Some times I can be scary, and other times I seem excessively vulnerable: in general both are true. So best for other users moderators and admin to know that, and that I do not get insults.
Here are two sort of odd poems I wrote for my sons, and that I am in a feeling of needing to put into the public arena as immediately as I can:
(I have three sons, who are Good, not too bad, and very good, but they live with their Dad, that none of us are happy about. So if I am stressful it is the Australian legislative Justice system's fault! But now that is stated I am likely to be quite quiet, and unobstructive:
Of the birds and the bees
Strange Hope if you please
Since if into the institues you walk
Fly our withOUT star spangles
By finding out what it is all about
And that those who fly in
Walk out since only in Allah's Will can win
What am I? (an Islamic Riddle)
Of words is my sloth
A terrible trough
That which enables the short cut
Of when if maybe and but
But for that my certainty
Of ever larger the responsiblity
Caused by
It to my
Pride for that
I live by
Of probably
There is a certain possiblity
And speculatively
Some superstition in rendition