Best Sant Poems
What Col. William Barrett Travis might have said to the defenders
of the Alamo on March 5, 1836, the twelfth day of the siege.
Remember the Alamo
My fellow Texians hear what I say
your courage inspires and leaves me in awe;
as I humbly stand before you today
your gallantry from which my strength I draw.
Sant’ Anna’s troops surround this mission’s walls,
and from this bout we face, there’s no escape;
we’ll fight to death until the last man falls,
and with the blood we shed, the fates we’ll shape.
For friends and fam’lies our lives will avow
the future hopes and freedoms they’ll attain,
and when the final man has made his bow,
please know that we will not have died in vain.
Our deeds here will forever write their scripts
when “Remember the Alamo” leaves their lips.
September 18, 2020
CHRISTMAS - Santa Versus Jesus
The 25th of December is the day of Christmas
were we all celebrate the coming of Jesus
yet we represent that day with a roly poly little man
called Santa Claus, why do we do this ?
why is Sant Claus sitting in department stores
amusing children and spreading the Christmas spirit to all,
while the birth of Jesus Christ is forgotten as if he
had never been born, the Bible has always been
a respected book and Christmas is a sacred day to all,
yet we give Santa carte blance over Jesus, I feel
there needs to be change as Jesus is the religious reason
that Christmas is being celebrated, while a pretender has
virtually taken his throne, I feel Santa Claus and Christmas
Trees should be replace by Mangers and Jesus, to
commemorate his birth and what he eventually did to save
man from his sins, I am not a religious man but do believe
religion should replace commercial venture and Santa Claus
should be replaced by Jesus, as he is the true King of Christmas.
Though Nervous...
Yours truly, quite dissimilar
to a woodlark,
nonetheless, this human
i(r)onically positively charged
to forge covalent bond,
hence this stranger
axon impulse to generate,
modulate, and spark...
assimilate virtual digital connection
with mine quark
key aura, charisma,
and karma acquired,
sans "FAKE" trumpeting
assertion tubby Ozark
Mountain Daredevil, I feign
boasting as true mark
Putin on Ritz storyteller wannabe,
incorporated with hallmark
card writer, and thus
feeble attempt to embark
upon eurythmic quest
to facilitate online journey,
wherever the whim
of reciprocity, spontaneity,
and transparency doth
deem reasonable benchmark.
Blatant camaraderie desire
explains rhyme and reason,
(and collusion) if such tactic appealed
within scrunched, highbrowed, and furrowed
forehead this whim congealed,
eyebrows raised with elan to field
said poetic laced metrical pursuit
(grammatically well healed)
unsure what outcome,
(perhaps duff feeted endeavor)
might be revealed!
At deux score away from
attaining Sant Henny yawl
whirl wide aging cobwebs
glom rusty cogs and wheels
of me noggin pine to flip
(the hands of time)
growing old steals
often playing back gauzy past,
where silently musty
Old Virginny hoary memory reels
squeakily turn, yet revisiting,
painful remembrance of things past
only reminds me how this Scottish Matt
got stepped on by many heels.
Numerous unpleasant vivid bro
kin recollections of doomed,
foregone smitten loves flit to and fro
many awkward boyhood infatuations never
broached to secret paramour,
asper this common Joe
forever embossed pretty thang,
penniless and dolorous 1959 minted
baby boomer lass ne'er did know,
probably snickered (out of mine earshot),
a painfully shy lad, who stood
(rather small) apart from status quo
sported nerdy skinny as toothpick physique
encompassing scared kid accumulating woe.
Even at this instant forlorn romantic
notions finds this papa craze
zilly wished courage existed to
whisper "hello" during prepubescent days
for one gull in particular engendered
unstoppable fervent gaze
especially within cat's whisker
visiting her hypnotic gaze
leaving suppressed, locked, and bottled
languishing testosterone
squelched in confusing maze.
Easter is for bunnies and colorful eggs
Were kids have the most fun finding them
Each year it's different time for sun filled baskets
Were a child's smile lights up your day
Reminds you of being a kid
When your mom an dad were in your shoes
Funny how life goes by so fast looking back
The good ol days where no worries involved
To a much simpler time an place were sant filled you stockings
An the tooth fairy would slip a dollar underneath your pillow
Makes me think I wish I never grew up
ADVICE TO A YOUNG SOCIALIST
You’d better be good
You’d better not cry
You don’t get what you should
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus ain’t coming to town
The governments got
No gold Apple tree
It gets all of its pot
From you and from me
Santa Clause ain’t coming to town
Politicians in glee
Like to give things away
But for everything free
Someone else has to pay
Santa Clause ain’t coming to town
I know you feel entitled
To have everything you need
Provided by a welfare state
That the government decreed
But
You’d better not claim
More entitlements due
You’d better see plain
I’m telling you true
Santa Clause ain’t coming to town
So it’s time that you’ve grown
Responsibility
You better postpone
That next spending spree
Santa Clause ain’t coming to town
And it’s time that you knew
Though it may cause you strife
Father Christmas not true
No one owes you a life
Santa Clause ain’t coming to town
You think that it’s unfair that
Someone else has more than you
And a proxy act of plunder
Will purloin what you feel due
But you‘d better not whine
You’d better not pout
That you want to some of mine
In another handout
And there is no big list
Of goodies for you
Better try and exist
On what you yourself do
Sant Claus ain’t coming to town
Today is St David’s Day here in Wales
Dydd Dewi Sant is what we say
Images it doth portray
Of national dress worn upon this day
St David was a teacher and ascetic
Founder of the monastery Glyn Rhosyn*
Upon his death the fellow monks said
these special words I have chosen
Brothers be ye constant.
The yoke which with single mind ye have taken
bear ye to the end; and whatsoever
ye have seen with me and heard,
keep and fulfil."
*White Roses
Penned by Seren Roberts on March 1 2014 ( Dydd Dewi Sant – St David’s Day)
Emotion - Historical
He Purushottama,
Jyeshtha bandhoo Sunkawar hyanche
Purushottam naav thyaanche
Marathi thyaanchee layee bhaaree
Aamhas deyi madat sarvatopari
Prem ase karayache jase bandhoo aamche
Aata dadanvadan vyavasayat naav gaajate
Vastigruhatil sarvaat jababdar vidhyarthee asa naavlaukik tyancha
Asayche prasann aani dilasa dyayache sarvanna
Tyanche naav Rashtriya Mahamargavar dhumakood ghaalte te vilakshan..!
He Dayakara,
Kabaddipatu utkrushtha aani majha karndhaar
Biskite dyayacha mala jenva mee jhalo samnaveer
Rakhoon thevayacha majha vaata mee yeyiparyant
Sada sukhee aani dayavaan to Dayakar..!!
He Swam,
Kapashi tantradnyanat oonch bharaaree
Swami algad gheto karan to aahe karari
Prayogshada ughdoon sada karto shodh
Avishrant parisram shetkarayansathee
Shikave khoop swam kadoon
Kaaran to aahe aapla aadarsh mitra..!!!
He Devidasa,
Vastigruhat jar vinod pahije
Tar devidasachya javal basayacho
Tyacha mee janoo daas aani to maajha dev
Dayakar, Swami, Rasul, Purushottam aani Ramesh
Hyancha atishay laadka mitra
Pan maajha jeevlag
Sadhya shetkari ….badiraja…aani sant manoos…!!!!
He Ramesha,
Karimnagar he Telanganayatil aghadiche sthaan
Ithe Ramesh ne suroo kele aaple adhishthaan
Vinodee baana aani hindi dandagi
Vargaat vichitra chavadya karayacha tee vegdi
Haavbhaavat vaishishthya aani bhaasha telugu
Hindi bolayacha pan aamhee hasayacho vilakshan…!!!!!
Iti Sunkawar Bandhoonchi Mahati
Amol Sangata hoto bhavook..!
The leek will sit with pride upon that hat;
and, yes, a daffodil’s another plant.
The two are often worn, so let us chat
about St David’s Day – or Dewi Sant.
This prelate was a Christian and we know
he was a bishop and the son of Non,
and grandson of a king, said to be so,
that king, we’re told, of Ceredigion.
St David will be found within stained glass.
There’s also a cathedral named for him.
It’s hard to miss St David as we pass
and some will even hum a well-known hymn.
Ah yes, we rather like the daffs and leeks,
could wear the daffs or eat those leeks for weeks.
(1 March 2025)
(appeared in Carmarthen, Wales, UK, library on 1 March, which is St David's Day, St D being the Patron Saint of Wales, d. 589 AD)
I woke up this morning
I couldn't see your face
I felt so lost I Felt out
of place when we are
around each other we're
so close I can't believe how
lucky I am that you love
me the most when I see
your body I begin to fant
it reminds me of a sant when
I see your face it takes me
to our happy place!!!!!!
With love all
OM Jagdish
Aghori tantracharya
Om Jagdish & durga Kali
Dev (kula)
Son. Krishna (brahmcharya)
Daughter, sarswati, clay son ganadish
OM Jagdish & renuka devi
Danav( kula )
Son ravan (yamraj) , wife sita
Son Shani Dev karma data
Brother Rahu & keytu
Younger sister vaishali
OM Jagdish & sarswati Devi
Manav (kula)
Daughter, vedantika ( fiance of danav kula Shani Dev)
OM Jagdish & vaishali
Lovers (Kama Sutra)
Rest respected (kula nayaka)
Hanuman ji guru
Narayan Ji measnger & vastu
A rat library
Flying bird
64 yogini
Sai baba
Devil.....
Respected manava as more than kula
Guru ji sant asharamji
Maruti b father
Leelawati b mother
Vidya Shree
&
Vaishali baskaran family
&
Foolish A smile dharma
Hindu
Place: 10th planet
Remark to this planet:*******************
OM Jagdish Aghori tantracharya
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