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But Truth Is Life And Love Is So Very Much More
Yes, these words do fly away from a poet's heart
As I give mind, soul and my all, so let us start
First comes is, world is evil and the earth is round
Lightning strikes well before you hear the blasting sound
Let us carry on with a few poetic words
About life and this wide, wide world's vast teeming herds
And this thing called humanity and its ways
Maybe toss in Shakespeare and his fantastic plays
Or not, since many think that wrong and thus object
Poetry should be more than a fancy subject
So we jump on to truth about Nature et al
The resounding beauty of it in the late Fall
How a walk in the woods can heal a troubled soul
And ponder the why Life oft takes a heavy toll
Or happiness is treasure that we know it be
Our nation is a gem from sea to shining sea
Why we seek a soulmate, we look for a true love
And if we are smart we pray to our God above
If worthy, we may live unto a ripe old age
If greatly blessed, we may become an old sage
That will gift the darken world in wisdom he shares
Maybe write a bestselling book if anybody cares.
A story well told about wild ways of ones' youth
Must be presented with the wildness of its truth
How so much was great fun but also was some bad
Maybe its strange even with its joys and some sad
But all in all, a poet many things may tell
About this space down here between Heaven and Hell
Lest I forget there are some that do not believe
Live life as a gamble, with spaded ace up the sleeve
Thinking it fable, so they can do as they please
Or else play games ready made to deceive
Life and love, a topic most people know about
A great many live it all without a shout
Some might even say, it is a beautiful thing
They write their loving songs and so joyously sing
But truth is life and love is so very much more
A human has a soul so deep, deep in his core
To more words and other written meanderings
Any poet must know first his own beating heart
Sharing the real truth first would always be his start
I lived wild back then and loved with my all
So when poetry summoned I answered its call
Now to bring these meanderings to conclusion
This mirage just shows, we are all an illusion.
Robert J. Lindley, \ Rhyme
date 1986, edit 1987, 2006
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden scrivener
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions
see following website for further details: https:
//www.scientificamerican.com/article/co2-
emissions-will-break-another-record-in-2019/.
Impossible mission to uncouple accountability,
(no matter minuscule - veritable drop within
figurative bucket when quantity contrasted/
compared alongside industrial waste courtesy
major corporations), yet helplessness prevails
survival (mine) inextricably bound trappings
twenty first century allow, enable, and provide
exploiting even dollop so called nonrenewable
resources, I could sacrifice corporeal entity -
body, mind and spirit within eyeblink exhales
last breath before becoming repurposed - inert
cremated ashes randomly scattered across all
points encompassing terrestrial world wide web.
Obituary -
Despite havoc primate species did wreak
from the afterlife I figuratively speak
and applaud millennials whose peak
performance accorded courtesy
your token "aged hippie,"
and long haired pencil necked geek,
whose disembodied spirit
now volunteers as Halloween sideshow freak
incorporating gallows humor tongue in cheek.
Niitthaar Perumai: The Fundamental Role of the Ascetic, Canto 3 of the Thirukkural-K27 and 28. Translations and Commentary.
K27: kunamenung kunreeri ninraar veguli
kanameeyung kaatthal larithu.
The wrath 'tis hard e'en for an instant to endure
Of those who virtue's hill have scaled, and stand secure. (Tr. G.U.Pope)*
The anger of those who have ascended the mountain of goodness, though it
continues but for a moment, cannot be resisted. (Tr. W.H.Drew & J.Lazarus)*
(*In Pope's book et al, n° K29)
Resist not the visitations of ire of the ascetic who secures his powers by the requisite discipline won only after equivalent efforts at scaling mountain heights (for the consequences will turn out dire). (Tr. T.Wignesan)
K28: ainthavitthaa naarra lakalvisumbu laarkoomaa
ninthiranee saalung kari
Their might who have destroyed 'the five', shall soothly tell
Indra, the lord of those in heaven's wide realms that dwell. (Tr. G.U.Pope)*
Indra himself, the king of the inhabitants of the spacious heaven, is a sufficient proof of the strength of him who has subdued his five senses. (Tr. W.H.Drew & J.Lazarus)*
(*In the respective books of the translators, n° K25)
The very existence of Indra, the King of the gods who rules the endless heavenly spheres, bears testimony to the powers of the ascetic. (Tr. T. Wignesan)
(Here again, there's some wayward proof that Valluvar, the presumptive author of the Thirukkural, was first a Hindu and then perhaps - by adoption - a Jain or a Buddhist ; both these latter religions having flourished - even nation-wide - since the great Maurya emperor Asoka's rule in the sub-continent. See my poem on the poet: "Master Valluvan the long-misunderstood Tamil Mentor" in Rama and Ravana at the Altar of Hanuman: on Tamils, Tamil Literature and Tamil Culture. Allahabad: Cyberwit.net, 2008, 750p. First published by the Institute of Asian Studies, Chennai, 2006, xiii-439p. Also available at PoetrySoup, PoemHunter or OccupyPoetry and in BLIND MAN's LANTERN: Poems that lash out, mock and rip into the dark. Allahabad: Cyberwit.net, 2015, 886p.)
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a vengeance
after station identification.
Find out pertinent ice age accouterments;
gear up as soon as possible
with suitable and necessary arctic trappings
by accessing without delay
https://icetrek.com/equipment-guide.
Researchers used data on Earth's orbit
to find the historical warm
interglacial period that looks
most like the current one
and predicted that the next ice age
would usually begin within 1,500 years.
Now back to regularly scheduled program
donned and trumpeted as poetic blurb.
Incumbent onus warrants immediate action
to stem tide of global warming
or erect breakers to thwart dire crisis,
cuz figurative and literal tsunami
in the offing gathering strength.
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden wordsmith
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions.
*Image of Blues by Google.com.
Blue In Centerstage
Fondly, instants our measure of blue ... a boost or flat bring on,
Promptly, sea and sky are limelight ... point of view as quite concise,
Nonchalantly, unconcern and clamminess ... ranks are withdrawn,
*Fait accompli, preceding segments ... sway tactfully suffice.
Begets the 'ins' ... inspiration, intuition, intellect,
Pirouettes credence, responsibility ... and confidence,
Plaquettes of ... honorable awards, stellar ribbons select,
Assets of the unique bluish shades ... influence prominence.
Truly in hints of unswerving order ... peace, calm, and patience,
Cerulean surge deep relations ... o'er those superfluous,
Julian age casts peasant clothes ... purple made nobles complacence,
Herculean genders preferred hue ... business partners a plus.
Introspective chroma ... symbolize wisdom and conviction,
Defective draw sadness ... abysses of the human psyche,
Infective features ... induce fears, threats, and constant affliction,
Effective tint ... guides profound acumens by the almighty.
Cobalt animate ... ingenuity and enlightenment,
Pole vault reputations ... paint artisans treasured qualities,
Assault on nervous manner ... random acts disentitlement,
Exalt betterment ... magnify productive monopolies.
Cyan et al., ... are appetite and sleeplessness suppressants,
Point man merges the bluewashed value ... constant and unchanging,
Yes-man splashes ... versatile befits locations quintessence,
Wiseman choose ... blue on blue light-heartedness ever exchanging.
*Fait accompli: a thing accomplished
2021 November 04
*2nd Place*
BLUE
~~Mystic Rose Rose: Judged 2021 November 06
Biden ...et al put him in the bullseye
but it didn't go quite as planned.
The old donkey has finally been laid to rest.
The Hyenas are cackling and seeing red.
It seems dementia is contagious after all.
Folks, this is all about the hobbling of America
"Fundamentally Transforming" her
into something less than what God planned...
but it is for all to see in the good book
if any dare to take a glance.
The gnawers are gnawing at the backbone of the middle class
replacing ten commandments with the devil's breath.
Opening borders (in the name of humanitarianism)
is really about giving away freebies in return
for flooding the ballot boxes in generations to come.
It worked with the black folks why couldn't it work with the brown folks.
L.B.J stated his true intentions (after signing the civil rights act)
by stating, "we've got the N****** vote for the next four hundred years".
We've lowered academic standards in the name of equality.
Before you go under, ask your anesthesiologist- your surgeon- your nurse
if they were a byproduct of (no child left behind) or were they an A student. Your life may depend upon it.
Folks, it's all about the globalist
-greenies and elitist making us dependent
upon those who are jealous of our success and hate us for it.
They wish for our complete destruction
nothing more nothing less.
It's about population control...
Bill Gates once openly contemplated
about the possibility of controlling population through vaccine...
remember covid 19?
Margarette Sangar (planned parenthood) and Gate's daddy were heavy into eugenics just like the Nazis.
Sangar opened the first centers in black neighborhoods to control population growth. It was never really about reproductive rights.
Our caretakers (both asses and elephants)
Have sold swaths of farmland to communist China.
Whose palm will your children be feeding from (oink oink).
I'm afraid our caretakers have become our undertakers.
Our founding fathers are boiling in their graves.
A glib giant of the river borders
The discerning ears of the ancient Power, we mourn
Where caravans cascade to unseen voices
And the rumbling of avalanche bullets invades our peace
This mind captured it with a piercing eye
From river “Nun”
ere wasting wore garbs of gloom
this savage brandishing of the source of livelihood
Wiwa's blood spills, as the Khaki boys obeyed their paymaster
Profligate bands in union vexed by demons hunt sane men "like partridges"
With arms, murderous Pirates just for greed offers bullets as our prize
Subdued our river for gain never known.
Ruined face-stretching pains like coverless carpet
A reservoir of floods tumbles through the eye gates,
Our rich resources ploughed by strangers,
Where is Royal Dutch Shell? or Schlumberger, where is Chevron, Total
when we are hungry,
when we die, of pollution,
where is Petrobras, Equinor or Agip
when we mourn the damage on our offspring
we are silenced by the tyrants in Aso.
Insipid insanity of blood brothers ignored safety
Our tyrants cared for the gains
and for gains, Wiwa was murdered,
And a Massacre in Odi
Kill them all, says the goggled tyrant,
Take the gains to Zurich, I will spend it tomorrow,
but like Mobutu, he never lived to count the cash
For their greed, we die.
As these Lords watch the drama, smiling at our folly
From the coast of ivory, where children groan in pain for jewels
to war-ravaged Sudan, famished by the same burden
and like Esau, we trade the future for ephemeral
And obliterating while reenacting the trade of yore
unending wars for greed, a blinding greed
Who will save these captives from the taskmasters?
Cocoa harvested in Ghana, Indonesia et al, yet not a chocolate plant
but this coffee is not from Ghana,
the Chocolate bar is sent back at the dollar price
Nigeria is rich with crude
Yet they meander around a refinery from far off climes
Congo is ravaged in war, who supplies the arm?
Oh! for a taste of Freedom
Green Peace or Hunt for the Royal Sun-
trying to get off a planet poisoned by hate and greed-
warlike ideologies armed to the rotten teeth
hoping to find a New World out of here-out there
hanging waiting in out of reaches space
Beyond the Sun, the Moon, the Earth, et al.
A Perfect 10 Solar System.
This Self-sufficient Blue Pearl blueprint
Mindfully designed with Neverending cycles
of renewal after upheaval, regeneration after destruction-
Krakatoa springs to mind - a symbol of regenesis hope...
The gravity of standing upright all over the earth
grounds us to the world right under our feet
We are barefoot and free
Right here in our own back garden.
An apple falling from a tree-did the sky just fall on my head?
Does it take rocket science to search for answers?
Imagination is not always fabulously expressed to see
how many similar ways to escape man's past, present, future...
With heightened mind, Newton searched the Scriptures
with soul searching questions, wrote more than enough
about what was relevant to warriorlike quest-
Focus fixated on the origins of his earthborn mind
Needing to find his spiritual image revealed in endless space.
The physical brain laid out in its original state
of innate need for never-ending learning
So we can reinstate the quest to find
the fringes of divine knowledge-
On our earthly doorstep.
Aqua M
Deep Dive Poem
10/02/2024
Keys from the Word: Isaiah 55:7 - 11."For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so my ways are higher than your ways,
and my thoughts than your thoughts."
Ecclesiastes 3: 10-13." He has made everything beautiful in it's time.
He has even put eternity in their heart, yet mankind will never find out
the work the true God has found from the start to the finish. "
Where to go, when your heart is torn in two?
When the sky is dark and very far from blue...
When fear runs all nations totally blind.
By insane leaders, not right in their mind?
Mental illness is our breakfast de jour,
And mankind sees not, we live in a sewer...
We are lied to, both day and night...
Then, we make our friends wrong.
Who will not toe the line?
It’s immoral and oh, so...not right!
Isolation and alienation, mark all nations,now.
We have not studied history,
Already, a noose is ready on the tree.
Hitler loved isolation and alienation
It gave him power to lead his nation.
t’s time to know you exist in it right now.
This is not from any Higher Power.
People in countries grabbed on the streets.
Injected by force, like pigs on the streets?
Next,we will be shot, for just being who we are.
As if climate change, was a problem.
Tell Kerry not to fly his private jet!
Like a madman across continents,
Polluting the atmosphere, oh,you bet.
What good is a planet with no freedom?
No children allowed, they are killed daily?
Wake up, people it’s time to resist.
Before you find yourself in a cage
With a number on your wrist.
Yes, I am being utterly serious.
Your body is yours,stop being delirious.
There is no news, just Satanic verses!
And you believe their fairy tale curses!
You won’t be read if you write like this.
But someone has to tell the truth!
People are dead, or have paralyzed faces.
There is no test for the new variant.
I think Fauci et al, are medical deviants.
Stand your ground, do not be compliant.
Remember, to let others have free choice.
Most don’t..listening to CNN’s poison voice.
Next they will be coming after your pets.
This a money maker, sina qua non, you bet.
I cannot and will not tell you what to do.
But I cherish humanity and you do, too.
Humans can be quite evil, you know.
Just watch all the leaders in action..
An international power grab show!
8/10/2021
1:30 am PST
NOVELTIES
by Thomas Campion
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Booksellers laud authors for novel editions
as pimps praise their whores for exotic positions.
This is my translation of a Latin epigram by the English poet Thomas Campion. In Campion’s era some English poets continued to write poems in Latin and/or Greek. For instance, John Milton and Andrew Marvell wrote poems in Latin, while Shakespeare was criticized by Ben Jonson, if I remember things correctly, for having “little” Greek and Latin.
Not being “versed” in the senior languages was seen as a deficiency in literary circles back then. Shakespeare was called an “upstart crow” for daring to write “litter-chure” without a proper university degree. How could he properly quote the ancients if he couldn’t read them in their original languages? The Bard of Avon was doomed to failure and obscurity … or perhaps not, since the English language was finally in vogue in England (where for centuries English kings had been unable to read, write or even speak the mother tongue, preferring French, Latin and Greek).
My title is a bit of a pun, because novels were new to the world when they first arrived, and were thus considered by the literary elites to be “novelties” not on par with more serious verse plays. Some of the more popular early novels were “subversive” (pardon the pun) explorations of sexual naughtiness, through characters like Tom Jones, Moll Flanders, et al.
Campion probably didn’t have such campy (enough with the puns, already!) novels in mind when he wrote his epigram, since the more titillating (cease! desist!) ones had yet to arrive. But perhaps he would prove to be a “profit” (I’m udderly hopeless!).
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