Leaving their land of birth
Lions, sages, tuskers go far,
There and there die in home and hearth--
Crows, cowards, herbivores as are.
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Sanskrit Translation | 18.01.2026 | birth, brave, far, home/hearth, quatrain
Note: Some quatrains called shlokas in Sanskrit are known as Subhaashhitams, words well-said. The brave and brave-hearts venture far from their place of birth and prosper. Those fearful that not, die there and there. The beasts of hunting so brave command lager territories. Those eager to learn go far and get more knowledge and wisdom (sat-purushhaah). Travel was the way in olden days.
Deshan utsrjya gacchanti
sinhaah sat-purushaah gajaah |
Tatra eva nidhanam yaanti
kaakaah kaa-purushaah mrgaah || Subhaashhitam ||
The earth once thrived
It flourished
Now the earth is deprived of any of its gorgeous.
The trees would grow endlessly needing no trim
But now the willow trees are ripping themselves apart limb by limb.
Is it possible to flourish once again?
The righteous suffer, the wicked flourish
that is how the world is nourished
The righteous cry it’s just not fair
the wicked howl ~ you’re immaturish
Seen in this place once more
I battle the insecurities
Once again estranged from this world
All these questions
Why do I get treated so bad
Why do I let it happen
Everybody's mother
So sick of the madan
It's not worth the struggle
Never good never enough
The demands they stress me out
I fall back on those destructive thoughts
How can I build confidence when you knock it down
Unrealstic goals no compassion
We need those numbers or write ups for all
How do I succeed in ths environment
Time to move on time not to look back
My mental state pushed to the brink
I can't sleep cry so many tears
Why is retail the demon of business
People don't care
Employees don't matter
I won't let it happen no more
Time for a different direction
Time to move past the bs
Time for me to stand outside this norm
And Flourish
Standing on a bridge, gazing at a tree,
Admiring its beauty, a soft smile forming on my lips.
The red flowers bloom like delicate whispers,
The only attire the tree wears, as its leaves have long since faded.
But as time flows, the flowers, too, will bid farewell,
Leaving the tree bare, unseen, forgotten.
No one will stop to admire it anymore,
No one will be enchanted by its beauty.
And once again, solitude will embrace the tree,
As it silently accepts its fate.
Well cross my eyes and call me Lucy
Met the sweetest lady of the group
She turns my crank, gets my motor a-racing
For poetry I don't give a poop
Should rename the site “Meet A Sweetie”
More appropriate don't ya think
This real cutie's on my mind the whole day
From her cup of nectar I drink
Age doesn't matter when it's a fantasy affair
Thirty years don't mean a thing
As long as our cravings are satisfied each day
The world continues to sing
Met a great big bunch of sweet ladies here
Not enough digits to count 'em
All I can say is my whole life's enriched
Each of these darlings is a gem
So this is my way of thanking youse guys
Where our creativity is nourished
Making all our lives a lot more worth living
Allowing friendships to flourish
For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous,
Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious.
Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short,
From time to time, from events to events.
For God’s sake, let the flowers live like the monuments,
Let them enjoy a long life, like the statues in the court.
Almost every event, like birthdays, weddings and anniversaries,
Is the end for those petals, which are sinking in past memories.
Even the funerals are not sympathetic to the beautiful lilies.
In lieu of flowers, why can’t they write beautiful poems,
Make memorable cards or fake flowers with dead leaves?
Let the flowers live in the garden, and plant them in the cemeteries,
In lieu of flowers, send meaningful poems that inspire dreams.
For crying out loud, please end the customary bereaves.
Copyright © October 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
cactus is burrish
not only do they flourish
beauty will nourish.
My poem "The meek/humble"
THE MEEK
Oh, praise be to the meek and mild,
Whose calm spirit humbly compiled,
A life lived with grace and care,
Deserving of admiration and prayer.
They stand tall without a boast,
Content to be seen as the host,
Of all the peaceful and pure,
A soothing light that forever endures.
Their patience is a welcome sight,
For they choose to embrace what is right,
Guided by that still small voice,
They always make the selfless choice.
The meek are ones who shall inherit,
A place in heaven just like merit,
May we learn from their gentle ways,
And follow in humble steps all our days.
For when we stand with hearts so kind,
The world becomes a better mind,
A place where love and hope take root,
And we can all live,
we can all flourish,
we can all be astute.
Written by: Abdulai kpaka Mansaray.
Flourish,
Flourishing as the sun shining you daily
Rejoicing as abundant rain watering your fields
and creating some dams
for farming fish and feeding your animals.
You are burgeoning in the eyes
of some lazy folks
who have big mouths
to talk senseless speeches in the streets
and forgetting their arable lands
which are fitting for industrial agriculture.
Flourish,
Oh! Laughing deafeningly sometimes
when I focus on some tête -à-tête debates
Which concern poverty in rich continent like Africa.
Some folks suffering because of some circumstances
and others dependence due to sluggishness.
Flourish,
DRCongo has more billionaire businessmen
and some politicians
who keep their money in their mansions
and banks
in Europe, Asia America and other African countries...
Other rich people hide their money under the grounds
than investing in industrial fishing and agriculture
and infrastructures to uplift
the economy of the Country.
June 23/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Constance la France
....F WORD CHALLENGE....
Writing to all whom feeling tired,
Down trodden
Hopeless, weary, those tired of their trials of the past tense, future tense
Present and now…
It’s OK
Be encouraged for the Son has raised, He’s risen your tear’s you’ve shed are part of His rain He pours on us to grow;
We are His energy seeds;
And He wants us to grow, grow, grow;
He loves us so, so, so;
Are trials our test rains storms fall on us to flourish us storm rains on, and on and on and on and on and on;
Flourish us storm rain on;
God’s rainbow promises;
5/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
FORGIVEN RIGHTEOUS DAYS FLOURISH AHEAD
I am in His days such be those the last days
I dress sin souls covering minds tainted with discord
I need the righteous of God to flourish
I am related to the peace abound saved by Jesus
I vacation hell here on this terrain earth
My job is labor in the veil of complete blessings and peace
I desire to be forgiven mercies grace till the moon be no more
For I am forgiven righteous days flourished ahead
2/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Lament
Where frosty flurries flourish
Sailing silver clouds stop,
Driving drips do nourish
Where would-be rains drop
Above a timbered tundra land
Laden lumber under showy snow,
Pretty piles of icy inches expand
Wild winter winds bellow below
A bathing beauty became the birch
And diamond bubbles graced her lap,
Sparkling clean, crested a new perch
Was on her head a shower cap
The pungent pine no longer evergreen
With cones of vanilla like ice cream,
Veiled in volumes of a scene serene
Frosty flurries flourish a January dream.
Let go!
Live to the beat
of your inner rhythm.
Move with the flow
where the journey of life
brings you;
sometimes to a rocky road
when the journey seems
filled with despair,
and tears fall like raindrops,
sometimes to a sweet respite
when your path seems straight and clear
and you prosper in all you do.
Welcome whichever comes!
Accept as part of the journey and just be.
Observe the trees as they do,
see how they flourish.
They sway when the wind blows
and steadies when it’s calm and silent,
doesn’t matter what comes,
the way to be,
is to let go and let God.
O' Father God cover me whole
In your heart
Hold me close
Remain in me
My heart, my body, my soul do impart
Hallelujah
As I flourish in me evermore
In Jesus name Amen
10/23/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
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