We are inheriting Art and Arc
Of trying to understand.
How once, we were fingers,
Born of the same common hand.
Miniatures born into this land
Of thought.
Tactile each, and that ought,
To have been enough.
But,
In the sound of each brushed whisper
Overheard in the billowing clouds,
We fought the thought
Of the popular injunction.
Loud as a newborn’s cry,
Yet rough
As an unwanted memorry.
We are the ones
Still trying
To Understand.
Progeny of the people of merit,
May not for sure would inherit merit.
Take fire and sandalwood,
The ash born smells no good,
To wit, O never generalize a bit.
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Translation |27.01.2025|
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This verse says that the progeny of people of merit may not necessarily inherit the merit. Sandalwood is all fragrant but when burnt along with fire the ash produced is not so fragrant. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Na vyaaptireshaa guninah
gunavaan jaayate dhruvam |
Chandana-anala sandagdhah
na bhasma surabhi kvachit || 203 ||
My poem "The meek/humble"
THE MEEK
Oh, praise be to the meek and mild,
Whose calm spirit humbly compiled,
A life lived with grace and care,
Deserving of admiration and prayer.
They stand tall without a boast,
Content to be seen as the host,
Of all the peaceful and pure,
A soothing light that forever endures.
Their patience is a welcome sight,
For they choose to embrace what is right,
Guided by that still small voice,
They always make the selfless choice.
The meek are ones who shall inherit,
A place in heaven just like merit,
May we learn from their gentle ways,
And follow in humble steps all our days.
For when we stand with hearts so kind,
The world becomes a better mind,
A place where love and hope take root,
And we can all live,
we can all flourish,
we can all be astute.
Written by: Abdulai kpaka Mansaray.
Underdog Alleluia
By Mark D. Stucky
Why do we love underdogs?
Why root for ragtag Rockies
and scruffy low-rated teams
coming from behind to win?
Why adore unlikely triumphs
against impossible odds?
Our culture can still remember
underdog-filled Bible stories,
from David and Goliath’s battle
to the meek inheriting the earth.
And America was once an underdog,
rebelling against earth’s mightiest empire.
Although Britain wielded superpower might,
and colonists fielded motley militias,
somehow, against improbable odds,
America survived and thrived.
In the centuries since,
the story transformed.
America became Goliath.
What will be our story now?
(First published in The Purpled Nail, 2 June 2023.)
(Photo by Kara Carelle on Unsplash.com.)
A daylight daze
has been removed to a dark city
in a DC Comic.
Nations have swallowed their tongues,
have become a caped parody
of an undeclared independence.
The good are caught in the search lights,
the bullet heads and bare-faced bad
run the globe, turn the coats,
unify the unwilling sheep into lambs
until liberty itself is the aberration.
The enemy is a suit stuffed
with daemonic dandruff
reserved to snow job the helpless.
There is a new world order now
for the meek, weak and bolder.
Globalist's glob onto the taste of power.
Our super heroes are pot-bellied
and cancelled.
RoboCop is now a peace poet;
he gently rants
in a soundproof basement,
writes sonnets to forget
the already forgotten.
Tears and beers freefall
behind crumbling walls,
we must add too tight tights to the list
of all our ripping sorrows,
shake enfeebled fists
as menacing shadows gather
and we
ever willing to cast
accusing looks upon each other.
"Who was appointed heir of all things,
Wasn't He born the King of Kings?
So, what of the Father's is left for me,
When I have rejected the Son's deity?
What was my neglect that caused this loss,
His sin and trespass offering on the cross?
What must I do to inherit eternal life,
When now I inherit ruin and strife?"
"Pay close attention to the Son's salvation,
His sacrifice delivers from condemnation.
The Son has paid it all on behalf of all,
So, the Father has bestowed His windfall.
Faith in the Son secures transformation,
From slave-to-sin to joint-heir relation.
Only by faith in the Son can you inherit,
But never by relying on your own merit.
Then an inheritance in the Son is reserved for you,
Protected by God until your sojourn is through.
Trust Me when I say, 'There is no other way.'"
The gong of truth resounds within
for pure hearts, who be free from sin
poised attentively in silence
much to the false ego’s chagrin
If we but hark voice of conscience
we glow in self-luminescence
becoming a bliss mist divine
rekindling childlike innocence
No sooner head and heart align
gathering under the love sign
our emptiness is magnetised
filled with bliss as God does assign
Nonjudgmental eye, nothing sized
in timeless time, God realised
swathed in rapture through day and night
erst lower nature, vaporised
We are as He, we are the light
gliding here on a wingless flight
trusting the magnetic current
pure love discerning wrong from right
05-October-2021
Interlocking Rubaiyat poetry contest
Sponsor: Angel L Villanueva
Thirst for love aflame in our heart
Erst stirrings of lust receded
Burst of bliss each moment does start
First things first, lower mind weeded
Residual attachments fade
Central funnel within aglow
Brutal clear truth; call spade a spade
Miracle dawns on hearts mellow
19-January-2021
(syllabic Lento)
Mind body temple
Keep it light and life simple
For Gods miracle
13-October-2020
Essence of self existent presence, pristine and illumined is unimpacted by the veils of delusion borne darkness surrounding identity for the onus is on the ego resident within mind body to align itself with divine love in surrendered stillness to experience and imbibe the elixir of ineffable rapturous bliss unendingly radiating from the source.
Stockholm syndrome
We are our own tormentor
The door is open
Fawning flowers rise and shine
Show them all the earth is fine
Meek inherit all the best
Doubts and burden for the rest
Blooming smash the darkness breaks
Daunting colors breathless takes
Splendid patterns rile the bees
Natures nectar honey please
Sweet the air you swiftly pass
Petals blend in lowly grass
Once again, the world can see
The seed of promise, you and me
Celebrating what life is all about
Know it well
Be carried away
Bundle of joy
Keeps you in
What you ignore
Will bother
What brings you gloom
Lighten it
Be in control
Come
Live
Be
(8/10/12)
The bible says the meek shall inherit the earth
And I believe this to be true.
Just look at all- that these woman can do.
They was always the backbone of man
And they knew that thru their strength
That man would understand.
Behind every famous man , a woman was
Always there- and with them
their fame they would share.
Then slowly through out the centuries
They started to claim their rights
And for their freedom - they would
Gladly stand and fight.
So many famous women that are in
The annexes of history and that is
the way -“that it was meant to be.”
Now we’re in the 21st century
And they have gotten so much to date
They are in every job field
Although a little late.
They saw their dreams and set their goals
And it mattered not if they was young or old
Dreams can be achieved by anyone you see
But it took the women, to see the reality.
They are the meek that I speak of
Who became the shadow of man
But when the sun is behind us
Then you’ll understand.
The shadow is now in front of us
Leading the way, because this is
A new era , and the start of a brand new day.