Here's a poem I wrote before I went down to the Ocean during the Hurricane:

Cacophany rings from the trees
as amorous birds roost.

Startled, they take flight,
higher,higher,
striving to break gravity's
adamantine bonds.

But soon Death calls,
the Decree takes wing,
and like slain Angels
they plummet
to a lonely grave
among the stones of Earth.

There are signs
for those who think.

Or here's an ex tempore one:

Dhikr is like a fire
kindled by two sticks.
Nothing at first
but the hollow
call of emptiness.
But then a spark
then a flame,
and then a blazing fire.
Consuming my being,
consuming all of creation,
with the Love of Allah.