The skies above are clear of human hate,
They don't know temples, churches, or mosque gate.
The birds that fly from branch to foreign land ,
Don't carry holy wars inside their hand.
They sing one song, a language of the wind,
Their faith is in the worms they hope to find.
No borders etched in prayer to keep them bound,
No dogma in the nesting spots they've found.
We split the earth with concepts of our soul,
Then turn on brothers, breaking every whole.
But if the sky had chosen sides to keep,
Its clouds would split, and even stars would weep.
If feathers had a colour , creed or name,
The air we breathe would surely burst to flame.
No gentle rain would nurture life from seed,
But drops of red to satisfy our greed.
A final, bloody from clouds above,
Proving our God is surely not just Love.1
My brother's bald
(as Bald as Sin)
I think he prob'ly likes that.
An ounce of whiskey
(or of gin)
...and then, he'll wear my OLD hat
To be like me, he thought, once, was a Sin
(and one he never WOULD... be caught dead, doing)
He spurned my music, hung a rebel flag...
and everything I did, he scorned pursuing
And now, I count him wise above all others.
I don't agree politically, and won't
...but he has found a center in his kindness
Believes in God? "Sometimes... and then, I don't..."
But when the battle flies and bullets come
I'll stand in front of him and take their hits
(Hope I won't have to, I'm not really dumb)
For he has children, wife, mom, and good wits.
...and all the World were less without my brother
...for better men, or wiser, there's no other
No sarcastic smacks
lacking tact.
No egos blazing need
to attack.
Not even inferences
of senseless impact
or any need displayed
to overreact.
Lin Lane's blog invitation
is filled with shared
emotional tracks
and reading it wrapped
me in joy exact.
Then Tom Woody's blog proved
prayers do answers attract.
The Soup-Love shared there
left me Godsmacked
and that is a wonderful kind
of attack.
On Bondi Beach a Chanukah celebration,
lights, fellowship, and joy.
Til two gunmen shot and killed over
a dozen people.
But a brave Muslim man who was
shot twice,
disarmed a shooter to prevent
more deaths.
Brotherhood shone on Bondi Beach. ~
Promote pacifism to manifest propped universal
Ladders lifting peace levelled brotherly love linking
Unified communities unfolding utopian identities that
Magnify differences as measurements of man’s sameness
In a bottle's transparent depths,
ants struggled, waves of chaos
each fighting for life,
yet forming a living pyramid,
a reverberation of unity's might.
Some submerged, others held fast,
a coordinated dance of aid
no panic, no selfish haste,
each ant surrendered to the greater fate.
A spoon's gentle rescue came,
ants emerged, one by one,
until one faltered, slipped back
into the water's grasp.
The last ant turned, dove deep,
clinging tight to the drowning form,
a bond of brotherhood,
a sacrifice that shook my core.
Shame on humans, lost in pride,
building walls, not bridges wide,
ants teach us unity's strength,
a lesson in selfless length.
True power lies in collective might,
let ants' wisdom guide our plight,
unity's lesson, forever told
in their small, mighty hearts of gold.
Brother,
you have the
strength of a
dragon and the
soul of a
poet.
What the hell is going on?
Do I know?
Hell no, I don’t.
I don’t care either.
I lie.
I do care.
I care very much.
I think perhaps
I care too much.
It hurts.
But isn’t it impossible,
Impossible to care too much?
Is it?
I know
It is possible to care too little.
Perhaps not care at all.
I’ve felt that.
I’ve been there.
No one cared.
No one.
Not even me.
But caring too much?
I doubt it.
Very much.
But what can I do?
I can do everything I can do.
Sure.
But even then—
Does it change anything?
But what the hell—
The world is coming to its end.
Unraveling--
Right before our eyes.
I can’t stop it.
Maybe I can’t even slow it down.
But I can help.
I can speak truth.
I can help.
I can speak brotherhood.
I can help.
I can speak healing.
I can help.
I can speak love.
I can.
There is no strength in fear and flame,
naught but the bitterness of blame,
which leads us all to guilt and shame,
finger pointing and naming names.
Better still our hearts to open,
forgive and live with hope and
honest emotion,
a chain of grace unbroken,
positive words to be spoken,
and put our heart into motion.
Easier though to give anger it’s head,
to wish all of our enemies dead,
leave no damning word unsaid,
and encourage our hate to spread.
And spread it will unless we stand,
take our enemy by the hand,
strive to understand,
declare our oneness before the land,
grace and tolerance to expand,
love for brotherhood our command.
Eschew the path of the xenophobe,
abandon the notion of a divided globe,
tap well into your temporal lobe,
encourage agape to brightly strobe.
What a world it would be,
if they and us became we,
if you and I began to see,
instead of difference, similarity,
oh, to be so free,
and know my brother is a version of me.
No need or want is greater still
Than that which lacks the higher will
And deems what others hold by right
Be gained by vile abhorrent might
Or lacking cause with common weal
Unhands by wanton treacherous seal
To break the bonds of brotherhood
And serve thyself o'er greater good
Those are the colours.
Which binds together, and then
A beautiful background is formed.
Which mesmerizes people.
Which blends together
And forms an
Amazing shade
Which is then visible to us.
Whatever the shade is
It has never made itself unattractive.
And we still have a fondness for it.
Because it's a piece of art.
Humans are also kind of shades.
Who are unique in their own way.
Beautiful, kind, and lovely
And fascinating for other people.
We humans are pieces of art too.
Everyone has different talents.
Everyone are unique and contrast
And we are the future of all.
As blood and death flow,
Men stand United. Brothers.
Honorable. Fearless.
Not so done for brotherhood’s good,
Charity nor for truth you’ve stood,
The day you fuss, your failure fret,
That be the time ought ye regret.
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Translation |12.09.2024|life, truth, charity, brotherhood
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhaashhitam. This one is taken from my selection of translations. One regrets so many things that he need not. Yet, there are but a few things that he should really regret if not accomplished. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
hitam na kinchit vihitam parasya,
daanam na dattam na cha satyam uktam |
yasmin dine nishfalataam prayaatah,
sah eva kaalah parikhedanasya ||
Banker was known as a righteous man
First at the bank and last to go home
Many trusted his lucrative plans
Emptied the vault and left to parts unknown
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
Man in church spoke of marital tie
Respected by all the brotherhood
Asked his wife to stand by her true guy
The preacher passed out when three women stood
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
Judge on bench for twenty years plus nine
Dude in court who was an old comrade
There for shooting man in head three times
Judge threw it out on grounds of suicide
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
Honored preacher in big megachurch
All said he walked upon holy ground
But news got out after deep research
Was caught swindling the church’s funds and left town
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
Don't judge a person
because of the color
of their skin
It's a crime,
barbaric, archaic,
stupid and unrealistic.
Judge a person
by their deeds
and actions,
the way that
they conduct themselves,
the things that they do.
It is absurd
that this has
to be mentioned
in the 21st Century
But it is still relevant,
causes great angst
within my Soul,
is ungodly
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