A huge pair of hips and a trim
Midriff, nigh but hourglass like slim,
A pair of breasts of glorious grace,
And to add, goes a charming face,
And yet, if words are none so sweet,
Such of which all beauty to beat,
What of it, what of it, what of it!
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Translation |06.08.2024| free verse, beauty
The Sanskrit verse:
nitambah vishaalah katih madhya sukshmaa,
kucha-dvandvam atyanta bhavyam mukham cha |
vachah chet na kimchit rasaalam ramanyaah,
tatah kim tatah kim tatah kim tatah kim ||
Fried sunny side up
Cup rice, green beans and ear corns
Nice breakfast on top.
Fondness to my child, spouse, and friend,
Bits of helps to any I lend
My inner communion I blend
When with a sincere smile
To the lowly and lost I care
Stress and strains of others I bear
my compassion, I'm sure, I share
Existence turns worthwhile
When I constantly trace my goal
In life's events perform my role
Till the end, I protect my soul
Oh, that marvelous mile...!
Debates futile for each soul chooses it’s path
Doing what heart likes
Until making each breath, a Holy Sabbath
Thunderous bliss spikes
Fears and desires dykes
Wisdom of the scriptures, words etched in stone
Tested time and again
Yet each of us must tread the path alone
Feeling both joy and pain
Slowly cleansing soul stain
When free will chooses to become from fear immune
Abiding in silence
Distilled attention cognises God’s love tune
Rekindling heart’s innocence
Bubbling bliss effervescence
26-February-2022
Is a lie in its intention,
or its desired end result
Is deception ever lessened,
if the harm is never felt
Can you skate by blame or judgment,
if your evil plans then fail
Or are you even more at fault
—when you lie to no avail
(St. Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
To Trump's Avail and Him Prevail
What Trump does is always to his avail,
Being kind of a person who will prevail;
A definite loser;
Woman abuser;
Great big wind with mouth size of gale.
Jim Horn
C-old chill and long night
H-ave turned into warm day;
E-vening clouds disappear,
R-ain has just gone away.
Y-our birth brings much mirth, promising pure delight;
L-onely twilight is fading, as the new dawn is shining bright.
A-pril thirteenth morn is fine,
U-nder the wide sky above;
R-ays of the sun reflect,
E-xpressing God's great love.
S-hadows have passed by
T-o let the light prevail;
I-n the dark the dusk drifts,
L-onging to stay, but to no
A-vail.
O' that I knew and spake angelic speech
For human words avail me nought to reach
The splendor that is only known of love
Ascension of the soul to realms above
Then perhaps I might express love lost
For I've not words so awful as the cost
Nor have I words so deep as that abyss
The depths to which the soul is plunged from bliss
like a hamster on a wheel
I spin and turn and get nowhere
the end the beginning the beginning the end
around and around and around I spin
I move forward...you step back
too many times I've done this dance
glad I'm not afraid of heights
from ups and downs and sleight of hand
movements I don't understand
all the balls kept in the air
expertly, you keep them there
my proverbial hamster wheel
spins and turns to no avail