Best With Modesty Poems
For one lone month each year, we gladly pause
For those we love. for those who are in need,
To play the role of dear, old Santa Claus
And lovely story of the Christ Child, read.
And as the bells ring out gaily, anew
In happy music heard around the Earth
And with great joy that through the ages grew,
Rejoicing in the loving Savior's birth.
With modesty, I add my little verse,
Just one small voice to make a wish for you,
As others gather and with love rehearse,
"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year" too.
Thank God for all the holiday treasure,
He's given to us without strict measure
Ring size 7
Paint me the future,
Of a life without fear,
where my life has meaning as old age draws near.
Paint me the future,
With a different story and plot,
As I visualize my life with a clear snapshot.
Paint me the future,
Without a bloody end,
Where everyone I come across is but a friend.
Paint me the truth,
From the lips and hearts of all children,
That I may carry out the message with honesty and wisdom.
Coz by all means my life in all honesty,
Is full of challenges which I have embraced with modesty,
Sincerity comes at a cost of betrayal,
But I still refrain from profanity and keep myself loyal.
Yeah, ultimately we all want a piece of the good life
But in our quest to find it, what will be the price?
Reason will be defied just so we can feel alive,
As we sacrifice what we hold dear so we can survive,
The path before me is misty, yet I’m still trying to see some other life
Some, other life… displayed on a canvass is a portrait of my wife,
Pleasurable sketches, to the eyes it’s such a compliment,
Paintings depicting a life of beseeming ornaments,
Vivified by its colourful state,
Attraction to the drawing increases at an alarming rate,
As I glare at the masterpiece of my very own creation
The picture begins to fade like sanity in a fiction.
My mind at last finally comes to a conclusion,
That it’s all in my head as I become disillusioned,
Artistic abilities are not of my strongest qualities,
So I will just stick to writing for my friends and families.
Paint me the future,
Of a life without fear,
where my life has meaning as old age draws near.
Paint me the future,
With a different story and plot,
As I visualize my life with a clear snapshot,
As I visualize my life…
Paint me the future,
As I visualize my life.
K1087 and K1089 of Canto 109 of the THIRUK-KURAL: Thagaianangkuraiththal
(In the transliterations, the capital vowels stand for the repetition of the same vowel: eg., “A” for “aa”)
K1087: kadAak kalittrinmEl kadpadAm* mAthar
padAa mulaimEl thuthil
As veil o’er angry eyes, Of raging elephant that lies,
The silken cincture’s folds invest this maiden’s panting breast. (Transl. G. U. Pope)
The cloth that covers the firm bosom of this maiden is (like) that which covers the eyes of a rutting elephant. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
The ornamental frontlet covering the elephant in rut;
The maiden’s veil of fine cloth covering her breast. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
(*kadpadAm = ornamental fillet or frontlet for blindfolding an elephant.
*kadAkkaliru = an elephant in rut.)
K1089: pinai*Er mada*nOkkum nAn*um udaiyAdku
anievanO Ethil thanthu*
Like tender fawn’s her eye; Clothed on is she with modesty;
What added beauty can be lent; By alien ornament? (Transl. G.U. Pope)
Of what use are other jewels to her who is adorned with modesty, and the meek looks of a hind?* (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
(*I find this Drew-Lazarus translation most elegant, indeed. T.W.)
In tandem with the hind’s artlessness/simplicity of mien and innate modesty, what stratagem of extraneous adornment can add to her beauty? (Transl. T. Wignesan)
(*pinai = hind; nAn/nAnu = modesty, shame; madam = female simplicity; thanthu = scheme, stratagem, artifice.)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2017
Sadness sets in like the night
Gradually and slowly in the dimming light
It melts the light into the horizon
Occupying the vast space, its job done
You fall asleep waiting for day to appear
You wait for dawn to near
You close your eyes and enter a nightmare
You cry in virtual reality leaving you bare
Finally it's over and day sets in
It comes with a boasting brightness claiming its win
It washes away any trace of the dark
It fills you with hope and joy leaving a permanent mark
But beware, night will come
It will come and take over with its haunting hum
Along with it comes the nightmares and fears
Along with it comes the wait and the tears
Don't worry, as night is sad day is happy
Happiness will come, with all of its golden glory
It will shine all around
Making its presence profound
It's a circle it will never end for all we know
It's a circle to which we have no choice but bow
We accept with modesty that life is this
Neither is it pure torture nor pure bliss
It's a constant battle forever
Between sadness and happiness, no one will win however
Both always are in equal measure
Sadness weighs you down happiness is a buoyant pleasure.
Freedom is...
Freedom is a knowledge that defies ignorance
Freedom is a responsible act that leads to understanding
Freedom is a practice that comply with the law of nature
Freedom is an in-discriminative spirit that serves all human beings
Freedom is when we stop questioning the background of the other
Freedom is not a slogan to enchant rather a practice to enhance
Freedom is a true love that under no circumstances betrays
Freedom is a genuine friend when needed most
Freedom is a raged war against poverty, and that of brutal act
Freedom is a throne that is crowned with modesty
Freedom is a child that ever fails to hide a lie
Freedom is the sun that shines our hearts and that moon nourishing our minds
Freedom is the family to all orphans and widows alike
Freedom is unity among all religions and minorities
Freedom is death that resurrect with that of life
Freedom is heaven on earth if ever realized
What pride and joy for me to delight,
albeit vicariously upon receiving invite,
sans commencement at
Redmond Proficiency Academy
on May twenty second at six o'clock at night,
which arrangement to Maurice silly revel
from afar, viz pomp and circumstances quite
emotional, ah...I can feel exuberance
listening to Sir Edward
Elgar - Pomp and Circumstance
March Number 1 - right
amidst envisioned glorious sight,
this prodigal beloved
young lady Marleigh Dunning, aye write
a precious prized progeny,
with modesty all agleam
no doubt with beauty, she twill beam
dazzling full house, electrifying audience
asper her due smarts, i.e. creme de la creme
top honors, and accolades galore
relishing hearty applause, and teary eyes
left for this estranged bro attempting to dream,
how proud such progressive parents
Andy (by the way belated happy birthday),
and Shari dear sister my apology, harried self esteem
(mine), who nonetheless takes stock,
how promising success story doth appear
will take said niece far and wide,
which whiz kid will quick buckle down and clear
as pitch perfect cerulean sky will engineer
experiential opportunities, whose cerebral gear
far and above this average hear
suit uncle late in his existence
admires brilliant storied
future awaiting thee
acquiring an equitable salary
persevering toward passion,
vis a vis art history
with a minor in chemistry,
abundant wit and wisdom
so blessed born free
to choose bajillion options
soon to matriculate at Ivy
League school, perhaps
becoming rich and famous
as hordes of paparazzi
furiously jostle and elbow
to savor opportunity
as demure, genteel, as ideal
exemplar of female human poise -
ladies and gentlemen the renown Marleigh,
whose shining moment under klieg lights,
this financially strapped poet
unable to rejoice in person, qua special day
duet to a pinched finances
arising when Hyundai Sonata,
thrice necessitated monetary outlay!
All across the webbed wide esse Scott's wold
emerald green Trifolium
carpets harbor untold
burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover
(leaf) ways grant trifold
wishes if captured might
divulge pot of gold
at rainbow's end, and e'en mend
yar shoes, whence re: souled,
thence tread softly beneath subthreshold
of audibility, cuz unseen universe
hapts tubby microscopically rolled
with subterranean inhabited by Lilliputian
mischievous beings (about bajillion holed
up could fill the Taj Mahal) even donned with
heavy coat protecting them
(usually men) against cold
yet frolic with reel delight jiggling
with inborn instinct exhibit twofold
talent to dance with modesty
downplaying (while fiddling)
averse tubby extolled,
nonetheless, their popular
doth soar, and grievously scold
persistent myth anchored with toehold,
and thus do not indulge
pruriently with pixies considerably dulled,
since libido practically nonexistent told
me (under oath of
confidentiality), one Grunwald
trusted yours truly, the secrete
will not leak out,
nor spread like slime mold,
this descendant of Lemuel Gulliver
(ironically my height
only about threefold
larger than full grown imp possible
to see non elfish (pressed) lee ping auld
timers cavorting with
itty bitty whippersnappers,
averse to any outliers, whether hirsute or bald
an honest to goodness painstaking effort
initially stymied friendship proffered, a cold
reception eventually (while sharing diet of worms)
deep under verdantly festooned knolls of Eire land.
The mammoth task that my ambitions view,
Shall intercept with reason why I care
To change this woman from the god I knew
Becomes the pedestal, that none compare.
I see her shape and form delight the day,
My having known her finds I care this much
A complimentary distance can portray;
That this is not illusion hence the touch.
She signals that elusiveness as blessed,
That modesty before it, serves our souls
With everything that nature has to test
Provides us with problem solving goals.
Heaven lit when words from her were spoke,
Presenting us with merchandise to fill,
The universe, and that's where gods provoke
A strength that carries us, far well.., until.
And if I'm asked, "Do you believe in god?"
With shyness should I say, she is unknown,
But holds the 'Golden Sceptred," magic rod
Provided by this write, and godly throne.
Look,
standing on the pathway
of Jehovah's favor,
Here's the sister I have sought
adorned with love and deep compassion!
She clothes herself with modesty,
humble is her demeanor,
and her heartfelt dedication
surpasses what the eye can see.
Could there be a truer woman
than this one for me?
She knows well what is entailed
staying faithful to the end-
cherishing loyalty to Jehovah,
our loyal Father, God and Friend.
There is not a doubt I have,
we will cherish what we share-
This love, ever reciprocated.
She will always have my heart, and
I will always be there.
Chanté Walker
Sunday December 31, 2017
"An Album of Expressions-January 2018"
Head of two person patriarchy...
Breathes sigh of relief
(like toe tilly gnarly mon)
footing expenses good grief.
Onus encompassing marital
responsibilities with (Holy Scott)
Matt man locked dread
precariously rested squarely and unfairly
upon mine figurative lead
pencil necked geek hirsute head,
and bony shoulders, that said
lemme communicate with modesty
and frankly earnest Sesame Street cred
hoop fully words understandable
meant tubby easily interpreted and read
lookout for courtesy double entendres
signalling where Willy wed
did himself, yet careful to tread,
no faster than sixty nine as he sped
into forbidden, verboten two lipped arrid
hot zone bubbling volcanic oasis
plunging his swollen jughead
suffocating till gratefully dead.
Reroute threaded needle gaining nascent
ability to manage independent living,
whereby counterpart availed
her pheromone scent
spurring feeling heightened testosterone,
within instantaneous moment
thus took tactile apprenticeship
receiving mail order bride thru
correspondence course sent,
I also donned role of special ops agent
provocateur, a hardened gent
fluke how I became
process of elimination chosen incumbent
learned, familiarized, adept...
grudgingly accepted covenant
to pay affordable low income rent,
plus manage other monthly bills due, i.e.
water, telecommunications insurance
(automobile and renters), and electric -
companies (Aqua Pennsylvania, Verizon,
Nationwide and Peco
respectively) with efficient
aplomb mastered (dub bate double)
art of being accommodating tenant.
A true symbol today has died;
symbol of force, endurance, and grace,
symbol of humble pride.
Today, The Queen has left this place.
A beacon of light,
guiding so many with modesty,
has finished her earthly fight.
Rest in peace, Farewell, Your Majesty!
Today,
As I was walking,
I crushed a midge with my
Newly coloured lips –
The same lips I once kissed you with.
After a pondering second, I concluded,
I was mistaken; I should have kissed
The blood sucking punkie
With passion instead…
Today,
The wind was brisk
Spraying dust into my eyes,
On the wings of death’s head hawk
It spurted burning floods…
But, the dampened; it soon dried,
And my tears were not for you.
Even if the irritation makes
Me squint for a while or more…
Today,
As I was eating
On a shaded wooden bench,
The insect military invaded my meal.
A good swat with a newspaper proved
Insignificant - just as the trampled ant was.
I imagined it was you, as the headlines
Hurtled from above, this time,
You were helpless…
With modesty dear,
Let me apologise for my bitterness.
See, it is only my mood for
Today…
Part 5 -- Si Monumentum Requiris …
Some tattered banners (from the Crimean War?
so who on earth was fighting – and what for?)
That Holman Hunt thing, over on the right,
with Jesus and His lantern – “I’m the Light”:
the Whispering Gallery, up inside the dome:
the opulence: as if a bit of Rome
had landed in gray London: Nelson’s tomb,
designed for Wolsey (were they short of room,
and had to double-up?) This is a place
to marvel at the fearless use of space,
the geometric thrill of pillar, arch and vault
in endless permutations! And the salt
which gives this feast its flavor? There’s no stone
or statue, stele, thanatory throne:
Sir Christopher, with modesty and tact,
declined memorials, but was in fact
the first man to be buried in this ground.
You seek his monument? Just look around!
Long nosed earthy bookworm knows 'bout Angler Saxon
Shell yours truly share hook line
and sinker, regarding how I nearly
fell prey to off fish shill
doom for umpteenth time?
Ya haint got no choice... to late,
cuz eyes already clicked bait,
though don't worry be happy fate
will find thee enjoying poetic tête-à-tête
rhyming Hors d'oeuvres
ain't no Shakespearean literary great
expert, nonetheless might interest
with special Labor Day rate
absolute zero charge courtesy
to mollycoddle principally
as figurative paypal pit tate
ting gently massaging your pate
anyway don't get doggies in a dimple
yawping personal ambition
of this doggone puppy not to create
literary accomplishment appraised great
merely to fritter away time possibly
unexpectedly, unknowingly,
unwittingly... titillate.
Herewith follows "FAKE" off fish hill
anecdote without wallowing
in self pity and deemed gill
tee of slimy overkill,
whereby fisherman seeks likes of me,
who favors lollygagging
within Brooklyn rill
frequented by Jack and Jill
ice cream in vain
when riled, poked, nabbed...
courtesy angler England Bill
unaware his carping cavil
never fooling this ever will
fill squiggly... d'ya phylum me?
As proud Annelida where trawler
(accompanied with boating mate)
blithely tosses yours truly into catcher's
reel tin can - grim fate
ah, but survival skills include
ability to regenerate
in thee event mine body electric rotate
headed, chopped, perforated, segmented...
evening, increasing, licking... odds
laughing to myself, which doth not abate,
cuz I outsmarted, thus aye state
with modesty if perchance just a sliver
lopped off, destiny cannot eliminate
opportunity not to agitate,
but rather duplicate, replicate
unisexual worman hood
without need to feign
being irate, thus
pretend to equivocate.
Bonanza of shamrocks will soon blanket Green Acres...
where Lassie free to run across petco junction
All across the webbed
wide esse Scott's landed wold
emerald green Trifolium
carpets harbor untold
burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover
(leaf) ways grant trifold
wishes if captured might
divulge pot of gold
at rainbow's end, and e'en mend
yar shoes, whence re: souled,
thence tread softly beneath subthreshold
of audibility, cuz unseen universe
hapts tubby microscopically rolled
with subterranean inhabited by Lilliputian
mischievous impish beings
(about bajillion holed
up could fill the Taj Mahal) even donned with
heavy coat protecting them
(usually men) against cold
yet frolic with reel delight jiggling
with inborn instinct exhibit twofold
talent to dance with modesty
downplaying (while fiddling)
analogous to some roof fiend
averse tubby extolled,
nonetheless, their popular
doth soar, and grievously scold
persistent myth anchored with toehold,
and thus do not indulge
pruriently with pixies considerably dulled,
since libido practically nonexistent told
me (under oath of
confidentiality), one Grunwald
trusted yours truly, the secrete
will not leak out,
nor spread like slime mold,
this descendant of Lemuel Gulliver
who schleps across the webbed wide wold.
Yours truly (an average
height and weight size ways)
nondescript grown
male munching kin
stands a little less than threefold
larger than full grown homunculi.
Rumor monger kickstarter
Matthew Scott Harris
posits nontrue tidbit
regarding rock 'n' roll star
who (name unmentioned)
became the most influential
musicians across the universe,
with estimated record sales
of around 600 million
as of two thousand twenty blank.
Imp possible mission
to see non elfish (pressed) lee
160 years after his Irish ancestor
crossed the Atlantic
curling his left lip,
whereby convalescing, peep ping auld
timers cavorting wax nostalgic with
itty bitty whippersnappers,
averse to any outliers,
whether hirsute or bald
an honest to goodness painstaking effort
initially stymied friendship proffered, a cold
reception eventually bedecked
hall of the mountain king
(while sharing diet of worms)
deep under verdantly
festooned knolls of Eire land.