body speaks
we listen
after all we live in it
there is a dividing line however
between need and greed
so we do what feeds the soul
without stifling spontaneity
The golden line of sanguine heart
That noble friendship sets apart,
I wonder what’s the test,
If indirect at best,
As touchstone be in a gold mart.
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Translation |29.01.2025|gold, friendship, test
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. The poet of this verse wonders on the friendship of two hearts on the same wave length. What could be a dividing line to test their closeness? These golden hearts are then compared with gold in the market, where a touchstone tests its purity. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows (sandhi duly separated):
Sauhaarda svarna rekhaanaam,
uccha avacha bhidaa jushaam |
Paroksham iti kah api asti,
pareekshaa nikasha-upalah || 201||
Seeking the light that lights all lights,
I see, in this world, soon to disembark,
for every place shrouded in the dark,
there's another, warm and bright.
Each twenty-four hours has a night,
but in the grand celestial ballet,
the earth spins to give us another day,
much as each wrong has a right.
How happy we are when in flight.
Other times, in sorrow, we all must drown,
or we found ourselves rooted on the ground,
'til we're soaring like a kite.
We may encounter a dark knight
whose heart is vicious and unearthly black,
and soon we're lost, off the beaten track,
when appears a knight, in white.
I've found that this poor heart of mine,
as it navigates the world's duality,
finds its own version of reality
gliding the dividing line.
There is a line in oceans wide,
where fresh and salt waters collide.
No mixing of the fresh and salt,
When they collide, each takes a halt.
There is drawn, a separation line,
when men to sin their hearts incline.
Man’s ways and God’s, can never mix.
A river parts them like the Styx.
The line first formed when Adam sinned,
by casting caution to the wind.
The gulf formed between God and man,
No mortal man could ever span.
God was the first to cross the line,
sin etched within your heart and mine.
He sent His Son to pay sin’s price
and suffer death for our vice.
Cease being an enemy of God,
He is your friend, give Him a nod.
Open your heart and let Him in
ask Him to save your soul from sin.
Let God replace the combat line,
and build within your heart a shrine.
And as you daily worship Him
Your life will be to God a hymn.
I don't see you anywhere - oh yes, over hare,
it didn't matter, if he's not there, I don't care;
they say animals have the time to stand and stare,
fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy wuzzy had no hare.
Alliteration gives you constipation, don't want to go,
to there, where colours rain, there you go, indigo;
what do you get when you pour hot water down a
rabbit hole - a hot cross bunny so they all say.
There was a dividing line, didn't want to split hares,
although the sum of the parts may come in pairs;
Alice had a ban in case they just came in small boats,
not only had they large ears but also serbo-croats.
The party was over, the march hare lost his friends,
no hare 'lip' because it was where love transcends.
GOING FORWARD
Who will bring about World War three,
Which continent will it be,
To unlock the frustrations of the poor,
From within their very core,
And unleash their long felt wrath,
A wrath that arose from an,
Impoverished and hopeless path.
A wrath that will be unleashed
On the rich and elite,
Bringing forward millions of feet.
As there is a huge dividing line,
It is just a matter of time.
Until the poor will rise,
And want to claim first prize!
Countries must now unite,
To settle this breadline fight,
Not wait for a chaotic state,
Not let history record this date.
Education is the essential key,
For everyone including you and me,
And should open many a door,
To the impoverished poor.
If we go forward in this way,
We will engage the poor to
Have their say,
Equality will then be the order
Of the day.
RE-POST -ORIGINAL POSTED IN JANUARY 2019 -
Felt this poem was applicable to todays turbulent unrest.
GOING FORWARD
What could bring about World War three,
Which continent will it be,
To unlock the frustrations of the poor,
From within their very core,
And unleash their long felt wrath,
A wrath that arose from an,
Impoverished and hopeless path.
A wrath would be unleashed on the
rich and elite,
Bringing forward millions of feet.
As there is a huge dividing line,
It is just a matter of time.
Until the poor will rise,
And want to claim first prize!
Countries must now unite,
To settle this breadline fight,
Not wait for a chaotic state,
Not let history record this date.
Education is the essential key,
For everyone including you and me,
And should open many a door,
To the impoverished poor.
If we go forward in this way,
We will engage the poor to
Have their say,
Equality will then be the order
Of the day.
Across the way
Across the way
Is the dividing line
represents a
different time
A bridge or
Vessel in your mind
Deep in your soul
Let it shine
She tried to find
The way to your heart
That place where
Time has no start
Warmth and sadness
All the same
You have love
But no one to blame
Sitting there calm
While you wait
Sell your ideas
Never trust your fate
Across the way
Something big
You want to run
But she says dig
Never go back
Go ahead and try
Time is now
The sun and sky
And in meditation I drift
to where the water and sky meet,
on rolling waves bright blue and swift.
Oh, heavenly retreat,
here, I want to stay,
and sun falling- delay.
Floating where water and sky entwine,
and there is no dividing line.
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January 4, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Where water and SKYentwine
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1026-126-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
And in meditation I drift
to where the water and sky meet,
on rolling waves bright blue and swift.
Oh, heavenly retreat,
here, I want to stay,
and sun falling- delay.
Floating where water and sky entwine,
and there is no dividing line.
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January 4, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/The Zen Of Water and Sky
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9801-02-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted into Standard Contest #65
sponsor, Brian Strand
Second Place
Why oh why did you leave
Please explain the rush
You surly will agree
Your backbone is my crutch
I'm doomed to reminisce
Something short and sweet
You know I'll always miss
The way things used to be
You keep my favorite times
Where my memories reside
But you drew a dividing line
I cannot get inside
I often can't decipher
Between fact and fiction
Was it really that much nicer
Or a lustrous addiction
Craving the forbidden
More saturated grass
But the present, I'm forgetting
While longing for the past
Human Rights June 27,2015
Human rights for you and me
Palestinian children living free
People free without a tear
Children playing without fear
Irish children white, orange and green
A united Ireland without the queen
A new Ireland for me and you
Living in peace with thirty-two
No death squads in our country
Make killing is a memory of our past
First nation people have their land
No dividing line in the sand
Mount Rushmore Mountain Time for change
Those faces on the rock
Free the people you and me
First Nations people must be free
Africa, Madiba’s dream
Eyes blind to bigotry
He showed the world the way
Let the people have their say
Black Americans locked in jail
The justice system did surely fail
Homeless people, you know what I mean
Give them a home, the American dream
Feed the people, ban the bomb
The politicians got it wrong
Make our world a better place
Save our children and the human race
Human rights for you and me
Palestinian children living free
Gerrard McGeachy
Our math match was never going to be
Algebra and simple linear me
my family drew a dividing line
differences were more than bloodline
complex family arguments ensued
many comments expressed were pretty lewd
long divisions left not even a carry
only we could see a point of marry
cos x plus i sin x was a clear match
a perfect solution not a mismatch
Richard Feynman called this match “our jewel”
Euler proved he was no body’s math fool
he matched Algebra to Geometry
a beautiful formula we agree
Seconds, hours, so many days
Stagnant space forms an outline
misguided and imperfect
but nothing is perfect
A painting so beautiful to bring tears
treasured among hundreds
it only takes an embarrassing scratch to put it to shambles
A letter constructed to the key
touching to the heart
but all it takes for it to be under-appreciated
is a simple flaw of a slow hand
The world is imperfect
no more needs to be said
You can't perfect the world
if you refuse to better yourself
We can't change the world
if we can't change ourselves for the better
We let our pasts get in the way
look at the person on the podium
the prime example
Look at us today
we're not perfect
but we're still getting by okay
We're united, at least for once
We're united
Lets not allow anything to dictate
the stagnant outline from changing
into a dividing line
We've come too far
to revert back
We're way too strong now
to fall now
I Remember Going to the Theater Was A Sin
I remember at the young age of 9 or 10.
Going to the theater was considered a sin.
There were many things that as a young boy.
That I wanted to explore and enjoy.
My parents may have been "old fashioned."
They were filled with a Godly love and compassion.
I look back now and with some hesitation.
And think about this "new generation."
I wonder "where have all of the morals gone to?"
Some parents are doing things, as a kid, I'd never do.
Many of the "Godly" parents don't seemed concerned.
What's right or wrong—they can't discern.
What once was a dividing line
between black and white.
Is now; "if it feels good—it must be alright."
The savior's call for holiness in your life must dwell.
Living by his word will save your family from hell.
Maybe living for Jesus is by some, "a narrow way of living."
May your life be one of sacrifice, holiness and thanksgiving.
May your commitment be true, your heart sincere.
For one day very soon, Jesus shall appear.
Now's the time to be an example
of Jesus' precious name.
When he comes … Will you be ready? Or ashamed?
By Jim Pemberton
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