Trevor's buddies goaded him for a bet
To venture on the scary 'ride of death'
But there was laughter and jeer
When a brown patch did appear
Wearing white pants was his biggest regret.
it was an accident
he was not a violent man
her death was her own fault
she goaded him
he dropped her body into the hole
An honest life.
One that does heed
What's but felt of you, and strong
For this whip's need:
Up-rousing motivation's.
True vocation's.
Honourably lived
What's proper to!
Midst it, stands up to the herd
Goaded askew.
As one, barked at and corralled.
Inner man quelled.
“I have journeyed within myself,
Scanned rumblings of the inner self
Lent my ears to the inner chime
Within grasp of the sands of time.” By author.
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The Journey Within
The journey within, for diverse souls,
Begins at diverse stages of life,
For some since early days of childhood,
Goaded by parental mentoring,
For others during the course of life
Driven by coincidence or a quirk of fate.
For some it`s an insightful journey
Shining with light of enlightenment,
A straight-line excursion to top of a mount,
For others a nebulous trip shrouded with haze,
Veiled with dark doubt and deadly dread,
A sporadic trek ceasing at foot of a hill.
My journey within glowing since days of youth,
Sparkling through exposure and learning,
Has been deeply anchored with quest to know myself,
To find who I am and my goals in life.
Storms of life sustained from fate and men
Have propelled me to scan deeper within myself,
To treasure peace and bliss in solitude
At the shining lake of my inner self.
a gopher sat on my toe today
sassy and saucy, his name was Ray
What fun do you have? The scamp asked me
I rocked my toe, so he could see
Do that again, he goaded me
I teeter-tottered him to my knee
Come back tomorrow the gopher said
He blew me a kiss and my face turned red
Stoked and stirred up, fire flares,
If provoked, cobra scares,
Hurt by loss of glory,
Startled, beasts show fury,
Goaded, ego gloats in thin airs.
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Translation |11.01.2025| ego, self, fire, snake/cobra
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Ego identifies with (lower) self--man, bird or beast. If hurt, it reacts. When stoked fire flares. If provoked, cobra tries to scare. So does human ego. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Jvalati chalite indhana agnih,
vi-prakrtah pannagah phanaam kurute |
Praayah sve mahimaanam kshobhaat
prati-padyanta jantavah || 218 ||
November 16 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 11-13
Key Verse – Acts 11:23 Who, when he came, and had seen the grace of God, was glad, and exhorted them all, that with purpose of heart they would cleave unto the Lord.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EXHORTING US
TO CLEAVE UNTO THE LORD
Praise be to God for exhorting us to cleave unto the Lord with His:
Greatness girding us toward godliness
Graciousness gripping us against our grief
Goodness governing us midst His generosity
Gladness glowing around us along His gentleness
Guidance granting us Gospel-goaded greeting against gloom
Acts 12:5 Praise be to the Lord for making us
persist in prayer that:
Moves by His might
Manifests His majesty
Multiplies His miracles
Magnifies His magnificence
Meets us with His mercy’s marvels
Acts 13:47 Praise be to the Saviour for
setting us to be a light with Him for our:
Holiness against wickedness
Healing along healthy wellness
Hope toward His heavenly ways
Help since He is our Head worthy to worship
Happiness against hateful and haughty worldliness. Amen!
November 16, 2024
The other woman I was not the other worldly one I was
with sexy strut she came she did this is what I ghastly did
with a ghoulish voice I spooked and thwarted no applause
no I never did forget the hurt she caused, he caused...
A solitary candle glowed on my gravestone mod it glowed
a putrid smell of stinking corpse arrived when I arrived
like a hunk of foul skunk hidden in an old commode
I sent her goosebumps and a lump of hate archived
Smoke filled the air a tomcat appeared at her heels
with claws, fangs and two angry eyes ready to fight
yanking at her flaxen hair I prepared for a tart meal
as she screamed and screamed, wildly into the night.
The other man he was not the love of my life he was
wearing faded jeans and a Nike T, he goaded me
Slimy slithery things crawled up towards him with a cause,
he never knew what hit him as he burned to the 3rd degree!
generous Gus, Greystone’s glaringly green goblin glided into the glades.
giving Ginny Graceful, a gruesome ghoul a glimpse of glorious shades.
gary, Gryffindor’s ghost glared at them; for where was his grubby gratuity?
goblin and ghost, goaded Gary, giving him grief about Glue city.
grandiose grisly girl-free graphic arts gleefully featured the grimy three.
Gladly giving grotesque features in the glade’s next grimy graphic glossy.
May 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezra 8-10
Key Verse – Ezra 8:22 …The hand of our God is upon all them for good that seek him; but his power and his wrath is against all them that forsake him.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHOSE HAND
IS UPON US THAT SEEK HIM
Praise be to God for His hand upon us that seek Him with:
Honest spiritual submission
Honourable sacrifice
Humble surrender
Heartful service
Healed spirit
Ezra 9:5 Praise be to the Lord for attending to us
while we spread out our hands unto Him:
Praying for His might
Pleading for His mercy
Presenting His majesty
Performing by His molding
Pursuing through His mentorship
Ezra 10:3 Praise be to the Saviour for making us have
covenant with Him as His:
Saved saints by His grace
Sanctified stewards along His generosity
Steadfast soldiers along His gripping governance
Scripture-soaked students girded with His guidance
Strengthened servants goaded by His goodness and gladness. Amen!
May 22, 2024
Dowry, drug addiction, and domestic violence rule
Female foeticide and female infanticide go cool.
Abortions, corruption, and gender inequality
Racism, human trafficking, casteism, and poverty
Food adulteration, wealth hoarding, consumerism, and greed
With many such evils, we, as a society, bleed.
Where are our good-bad consciences and consciousnesses?
Where are our ethically fit philanthropic choices?
Like a crack in the rail track, there's moral delinquency.
There's a slip of synchrony in the social symphony.
Virtues, like iron in saline waters, are eroded.
Human regulations seem to be, from somewhere, goaded.
Are our weak feet slipping from the edge of a worn-out cliff?
Do we, in our sailing, seek for each leg a single skiff?
Our link to each other, to shun anomie, should unite.
Though small, for the good of all, shouldn’t we bestow our mite?
Ritualism, retreatism, and rebellion should end.
Our knees, to compassion, temperance, and justice, should bend
The voice is mine and yet not,
I have nurtured it, both goaded,
and placated it,
until its tongue is as liquid as molten
silver.
It is not human, never was.
It came to me as a stray dog would,
though it is more a bird than canine,
for it will fly up into my throat.
without any help from my mind.
Perhaps it is that fabled muse,
yet it is also,
a hag and a crone,
sometimes a sweet-faced harlot.
I cannot count its many faces.
It is a male wolf, a stag in the wilderness,
its call is a summons for my ghost to speak,
to feast upon the vapor
of a blood script.
Gentled am I, made meek and mild,
A mute angel roams my earth,
it hunts for white doves.
The captured birds are taught
to mark scratches upon a plasmid velum,
symbols that utter the un-utterable.
I have this strange-strangers voice,
I have a hollow stem
that rises up to pierce a deep inward sky,
what it will say next, what it has now said,
and what I am now,
only the voice knows.
He fell into evil ways,
bit by bit
he became a poet,
one that goaded,
prodded and annoyed -
naturally,
he was both
beloved and hated.
“The gods made me do it,”
he often declared,
but when he grinned
a serpent’s tongue could be seen
slipping out
from his false teeth.
Secretly he craved the power
to seduce and beguile,
occasionally,
the gods let him have his way,
but not often,
and the devil kept on writing.
“For the kingdom is the LORD'S: and he is the governor among the nations.” Psalms 22:28 of the King James Bible
Governed by God to keep on going
guarded am I around His secured goodness…
Guided with the Saviour’s wisdom greatness
gallantly, my mind is taught with His truth-glow…
Goaded to become a blessing along the Holy Spirit’s goal
glad is my commitment toward kindness’ growth…
Granted with abilities to enhance along divine gifts
generously, my soul shares by the Lord’s grace…
Grateful that the Almighty’s girding
grips my heart for reaching-out gear...
Gleefully I pursue after ventures of eternal gleam
Grabbing service-opportunities while all my best, giving.
June 26, 2023
2nd place, "Writing Challenge - G Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/29/2023
Wishes get wilted but we still live,
In love getting jilted we still live.
Excuse nor alibi need be there,
Ahead, by life goaded we still live.
In face of cooling ash of the dead,
Even on a deathbed we still live.
Good and bad happening all along,
Forgetting all the bad we still live.
Spikes prick plucking the fruits, pruning plants,
But fruits of labour-led we still live.
If just for the firewood of own pyre,
Leading life death-dreaded we still live.
Life is lent to find life’s why and what,
If not that, just for bread we still live.
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Ghazal |18.12.2022| life, leaving
Poet’s note: Once a person crosses the mark of 80, he tends to ponder a lot on life and death. This Ghazal, set in anapaest meter, was born of such stirrings.
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