There’s no council without wise old,
Nor old that vouch dharma nor virtue,
No virtue, truth would not uphold,
Nor truth free from fraudulent hue!
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Translation |20.10.2024|assembly, old, virtue, truth, trickery
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This verse is taken from Mahabharata, Sabha Parva. Draupadi was molested in the royal court despite the presence of wise old people like Bheeshma, Drona, Vidur, and Kripacharya. They were all talking about dharma while allowing such a thing to happen. (What Draupadi said is valid; what Duryodhan argued is also not invalid…) The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Na saa sabhaa yatra na santi vriddhaah,
vriddhah na te ye na vadanti dharmam |
Dharmah na vai yatra cha na asti satyam,
satyam na tat yat chhala na anu-viddhyam ||
The silver orb of the luminous full moon ascended,
slithering silent on the satin slope of sapphire sky.
Enticing cadence of the dancing sequins sensual
pulsated through the aura of the argentine night.
Rhapsody rolled on the waltzing waves of cerulean sea,
performed in the ballet of floating flakes of the moon.
Celestial charisma surged entranced with ethereal elan,
flooded me in the torrential tide of immersing emotion.
The euphoric moon slices spread on the ebullient sea,
I held one in a cup of still water in the palm of my hand.
Beneath the mystique shroud of the stardust sheen
I perceived esoteric essence of love laced by lunar lure.
The enticement morphed into flickering face dancing
in my dreaming eyes as I saw your enthralling smile
glow in the beckoning beam of the mesmeric moon,
still fixed at the fringe of my heart, so near yet so far.
Summer wearily sighed then softly closed her door.
For three months she lingered, and now she'd slumber
while Fall lays a carpet of leaves upon the forest floor.
Her swirling wind gathers them in abundant number,
bronze, russet and crimson, all fringed in burnt umber.
In a cloudless sky, the cry of migrating birds is heard,
flying to a warmer climate as Autumn begins to unfold.
When Nature births a new season, changes are spurred.
A saffron sun warms the Earth with fingers of gold,
and a harvest moon ascends; glorious sights to behold.
Autumn days are emblazoned with dazzling coloration,
painting vibrant scenes like no other season can bestow.
I welcome her annual arrival with joyous acclamation,
knowing the nights will be filled with starlight aglow
before Winter laces the landscape with crystals of snow.
Mythica wishes me to curse her
might she tell the tale of our
troubles to find make script for the
fools of Olympus. She then shall
become pregant that the Gods of mortals
shall see her troublings and have sympothy
on her. Aphodiety might smile
and whisper to him: unmounted she
shall have favor. Speak ill of me and
they shall gather to make my
wways unpleaseant and
altered.
Amist the screples of words
might she untangle the
Sorra and read. To stand
foolish and unwanted!
Oh yeah world of men
she her in troublin
site her wicked ways
speak of her as such
oh ye men of men of wisdom
might her sufferage
sought the slender
stand before the nights
barest known of gender
"Peel my grapes and Feed Me
Might you than be his
until then Might she love me
than she shall be his
peel my grapes and feed me
a simple skilless chore
Might I speak of you caring
how you love and chore"
From the Book Fetch the Citole' By a Dry Places
wisps of clouds
drawn across blue skies
celestial calligraphy
gracefully etched
i try to read the message
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
A pilgrim's shoes are laced with faith
if soled with doubt, nails fall out
The journey requires not stick, but staff
his offering ~ a tender calf
owl is perched up high
the dark of night radiates its beauty
though it came close to getting killed on my windshield
i relish the owl's symbolism of nature
two young deer feed on grass
the brightness of the high beams spook the two does
one of them rams the back passenger door of the car where said high beams dwell
though they came close to being a blood splatter landmark on the asphalt
i relish the two does' symbolism of nature
as home invasions continue to be legally committed
expect to be startled in this modern lifetime
a realization must be reached that these and other wild animals were here first
they have their own way of letting you know about it
i myself just deal with it and drive on to work....wishing i was still in bed
Deep inside are colors
Laced with winter blue
Lost about this madness
Nothing less than you
I remain misspoken
Afraid of many things
Without a trace of sadness
Lost without a clue
Mixed up in our emotions
And trust enough to due
Deep inside our colors
Laced with winter blue
Now Autumn
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I can see beyond
the open ivory curtains,
the trees being
blessed, dressed
in the laced edges
of this day’s dawn:
a beauty-gift,
a heaven-graced lift,
a scene with a slight
magic mist
as if stars were
still flaring in sight
as in the mid-night,
with their tails adorning veils
over the trees from their
silently descending trails,
to cover all the groves
of Earth in a wonder
of star-wishes and kisses
of dew on the leaves,
beginning their yearly turn
from green to red and gold
— a nature’s reprise season
in time —
a way to praise:
a raising of colors to meet
autumn’s violet skies.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/28/21
Glory to God
~
Sitting alone
in a field laced with nevers
that sunlight avoids
as stars fade from view
picking a clover
of unlucky petals
found on the edge
of a soft summer hue
Seeing a path
leading up to tomorrow
winding its way
past the frown on my face
different scenes
for a mind that is empty
in outlines of sadness
that boundaries trace
Echoes employ
every decibel playing
counting the measures
as harmony spills
bouncing about
lonely tree tops now crying
running from voices
that call from the hills
While here I sit
in this field laced with nevers
constricting sounds
sent to muffle the clear
stuck in a world
where the silence is screaming
muting the verses
I’m longing to hear
~
the words
spoke clear and were defined
in each and every different
sylaball.
trust me to never
love you
she said in the moments
she allowed him to see her
than my presence is wanted
might they agree to meet!
either in it's meaning,
or pursuance of direction
might the lesser confusion
of knowing make you less
eager to agree.
collaborate
to have him weirded
that all beneath heaven shall
hate him.
in his new light might
we reveal to a world
how foolish it is to love
that those who can conspire against you
might meet to
sober the wines
of celebration
those that knowest
might now be beyond the circle
that they may wonder
in the land
as merchants
of their own product
harvest the fruits of your labor
and sup upon the nourishment of this earth
that he that seekest your treasure
might find dessert
among your harvest
the moon hangs high
in the spacious sky
your chestnut hair
looks lovely laced with silver.
Glistening diamonds sparkle
within a thousand star lights
wrapped into one holding the highest space
Oceans of the night you flicker bewitching charms
upon the crest of each wave under the moonlight
your royal gaze mesmerizes
Reflections carried under intoxicating incandescent lights
transfixed adoration crystallized inside your heavenly embrace
where a spell unlocks feelings in a million thoughts
i live in contradicting realities
i wanna stop my impulsive tendencies
i wanna know what i'm seeing
'cause this is more than just a tease
you're so nice, so take this knife
and cut a pattern into my head
something i can understand
let me taste your melatonin-laced essence
so i can relax in your presence
Fingertips lacing
Along the valley tracing
Our skies rolling
Beads of sweat as one forming
Succulent river flowing
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