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The cheerful day could be bright and illuminate all,
but many don't feel the sun's warmth that offers life;
the night could be darker than the ink of a scroll,
but many don't see in darkness the repose of strife.
Such are the insidious thoughts of the unrighteous
that feel intimidated by a creation so stupendous.
The righteous are thankful for the spiritual light
shining on them when they confront animosity;
what they see inside is a conscience of sheer purity,
that sense of peaceful awareness without any blight.
The unrighteous always seeks power in money to rule,
gold is much more desirable than other metal they fuse;
when hearts choose darkness over light, their reason is
based on greed and vanity that loom in thick shadows.
This conflict is seen worldwide: goodness struggles against evil,
armies conquer lands, not hearts that believe in righteousness;
only God can defeat mighty empires that oppose His laws and kill,
wisdom is acquired through faith: it's His gift of loving kindness.
Written on 4/15/ 2016
Die Maske des Bösen (“The Mask of Evil”)
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
A Japanese woodcarving hangs on my wall—
the mask of an ancient demon, limned with golden lacquer.
Not unsympathetically, I observe
the forehead’s bulging veins,
the tremendous strain
such malevolence requires.
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Original German text:
Die Maske des Bösen
An meiner Wand hängt ein japanisches Holzwerk
Maske eines bösen Dämons, bemalt mit Goldlack.
Mitfühlend sehe ich
Die geschwollenen Stirnadern, andeutend
Wie anstrengend es ist, böse zu sein.
Bertolt Brecht [1898-1956] was a major German poet, playwright, novelist, humorist, essayist, theater director and songwriter. Brecht fled Germany in 1933, when Hitler assumed power. A number of Brecht's poems were written from the perspective of a man who sees his country becoming increasingly fascist, xenophobic and militaristic. Keywords/Tags: Bertolt Brecht, German, translation, Holocaust, poem, war, World War II, Japanese, carving, mask, symbolism, demon, evil, malevolence, sympathy, compassion, understanding, feeling, forehead, veins, swollen, bulging, effort, strain, exhausting, concentration, suggest, suggesting, suggestive, demonstrating, revealing, showing, wall, gold, golden, lacquer, paint, woodwork, totem, malice, hate, hatred, enmity, spite, spitefulness, animosity, anger, maliciousness, malignancy, venom, spleen, viciousness
Written: November 12, 2023, For Unseekeing Seeker Contest
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Love is a rule binding us all, broad yet near,
Saffron sun sparks souls and spells fear.
Anger, stern iron law, and lethal sword to slay,
Charm shine, truth is a virtue, clean for aye!
We dwell in an ambivalent demesne of mind,
As feelings and amorphous concepts collide.
Follow me in this odyssey of introspection,
Delving into a quest for our soul's correction.
On this planet, hate spreads as a blaze,
Swallowed in the raging blast of a maze.
Consciousness draws us to raw heights,
Where dignity and empathy reign sleight.
Our abode is the vast canvas of the brain,
Disguised skepticism and ideologies strain.
This is where we face our darkest fears,
And delve into the roots of rage and tears.
Apathy is a cancer that eats at the soul,
A fatal illness that harms beyond control.
The way to growth requires looking inward,
Tear rage webs apart. Hello is a flimsy word.
I hear the quiet ticking of the clock in the hall,
That clock has put me to sleep. A crimson ball.
Being fed lies and fake facts, my soul is aware,
You ought to not have lied to me or compared.
Upon venting the wrath to a dear friend,
Anger melted, and the load did transcend.
I spoke with trust, unburdened by my soul,
And I gazed as my grief started to console
In this case, it is a correction that leads the way,
As we release our mutual animosity and affray.
For the sake of our deepest inner rectification,
We uncover the splendor of our actual reflection.
The tears ascend in a manner reminiscent of ocean waves, while the emotions within you resemble the ferocity of hurricanes, intent on wreaking havoc through your trembling hands. Yet, you take comfort in your mother's words, remembering the scripture describing a city with crumbling walls. And so, you let out a scream so broken that it goes unheard, silent to those who are still content. As my eyelids shut, allowing tears to drown the hopes I had planted for the future, I see no fertile ground for new beginnings, only a barren land rife with animosity and resentment. I sink to my knees, clutching at the earth, watching it slip away like hands that once held on tightly, now resting idly by their sides. In this moment, I am reminded that this too shall pass.
If materialistic things were the only ones they sought,
they would be satisfied with them, and discard those of little worth;
and like anxious gold diggers they would trample on rocks and dig very deep:
to unearth their glittering treasure and be so exultant and very proud
of bragging about it with a vanity only appeased by mirth!
And will others pity them or follow them in their greed?
If believers are shielded by faith,
they don't need to watch over their worthless treasures
and always be afraid of thieves who may steel them;
and that's all they desire to have:
envy the invariable notion of their intention,
not being fickle, but relying on one's intuition
to preserve that candid faith...like their forefathers
who received it from the God who never failed them!
They'll mock them and curse them for their integrity, and as lepers
they'll cast them into the cadaverous abyss of living darkness...
calling them mad preachers of false ideals, taking on His divine image!
And are they the delirious prophets or impostors who yearn for fame?
But how will they respond to those cruel accusations or death threats:
by swaying their angry swords to wage war or surprisingly choose silence?
O disgraceful people, assuming of being just and fair...
haven't you noticed how truth menaces your strategy
to get rid of the righteous ones who do not fear animosity?
O implacable people, admit you inability to cope...
to remove these opponents from your torment, dare
to heed those prophecies that are as authentic
as the true words they speak...when they are shielded by faith!
And if they were pretenders, why would they endure trail and death?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
If you listen very closely,
You can hear the wind whisper.
It calls out to your spirit,
Inviting you to come along.
As it whisks you far away,
To the four corners of the world;
You witness the awesome beauty,
Of this planet we call home.
In a now disembodied state,
You're caught in a mighty current.
Washing over and cleansing all it touches,
Or manipulating its directional course.
Whether a soft caress to ripple grass,
Or a gale force to anger the seven seas.
The ability to shape every aspect of life,
Comes from a single exhalation of breath.
It speaks without any animosity.
Deaf to all prejudice and fear.
It laughs at our self-righteousness,
And sighs at our blatant cruelty.
Those blessed with innocent souls,
Can hear the magic of its song.
Reminding us of one simple fact,
That all things flow with the wind.
I, (though ye feel averse associating
with birth father) attest,
perhaps undeserving your vicariously quest
regaling, surmounting, and triumphing
storied Penn ultimate academic conquest
affirms his pride and joy at
stellar success no credit to this beastliest
inept papa, who winces with tragicomic,
woe how animosity toward me increased
smoldering rage at actual/
perceived paternal transgressions,
and do not expect to receive forgiveness
within your wounded breast,
but please allow this opportunity
to suspend any smarting rancorous
loathing, and bitterest
emotions that still sting from deep
seated psychological wounds
indelibly piercing chest
within eldest daughter,
whose unconditional boundless love
spurs whim to express
optimism at Edenic future blest
with praiseworthy largesse of commendable
laudatory, and noteworthy brainiest
accomplishments driven by ambition,
doggedness, perseverance, cleverest
ploy, plus revulsion emotionally costliest
psyche rent asunder courtesy yours truly,
he will not challenge, nor counterprotest
thee, asper his (i.e. mine) crassest
peccadillos, and significant damnedest
accursed personal weaknesses thee detest,
and unintentionally unpleasantly
impacted impressionable offspring, I dust
regret, and thus
figurative figleaf extended
without any expectations, though earnest
sincerity to accept culpability, asper
your anger, animosity, antipathy
maybe ranked as evilest
person on Earth, nonetheless,
and perhaps futile attempt feeblest
against affecting, sans fondest
best wishes despite scathing foulest
faux pas, I abhor lament ghastliest
inflicted upon an innocent progeny,
whose truevalue impossible grandest
to assess preciousness bestowed,
and wisdom proffered as biological guest,
now on her way to glory with handsomest
eminent beau linkedin heading toward happiest
days awaiting as ye embark
on destination unknown - honest!
Impressions of a teenager
I was born today twenty years ago
A healthy child with eyes of a doe
I grew up in a free world
Saw the national flag unfurled
Sang national anthem with devotion
A hand on my heart and no motion
It stirred my pride on secular belief
Sacrifices of martyrs elicited grief
I studied in cosmopolitan schools
Learnt honesty and obeying the rules
Ne’er differentiated between rich and poor
Or had any delusion to a life of grandeur
The TV news showed a bitter killing
The video clips were very chilling
A result of animosity between two men
One of whom lost in a gambling den
Days later two groups fought a bitter battle
The bone of contention was lifting of cattle
One group accused the other of eating beef
They said it was against their religious belief
Another day a young couple was burnt alive
The relatives and parents decided to connive
The girl loved, married the boy of lower caste
Retribution by the elders was prompt and fast
It’s awfully risky for girls to travel alone
Even if she has her mobile phone
She can be waylaid by men at a lonely place
Forced to satisfy their lust and face disgrace
“What has independence given us?” I ask
A discordant society oblivious of its task!
The sacrifices of martyrs appear to be in vain
All principles and ethics are down the drain
Greed of wealth and power is the motto
Governance is like a game of lotto
Honesty has ceased to be a virtue
Questioning the corrupt is breaking the curfew
End
My New Year Resolutions for twenty-twenty three
will find me writing more limericks, and I foresee
poems of a gentle nature and none about grief,
for I vow this year I'm going to turn over a new leaf
by not playing tit for tat games with a trivial motif.
No longer will I read poems by anyone contentious,
those who find my opinions sundry or dissentious.
I promise to give more comments to those deserving
and when on the road to animosity I'll be swerving.
I'll find a positive crumb in what others say and think
even if they say my poems are a waste of printing ink.
I'll seek a silver lining when negativity hovers over me
and add smiles to cups of soup to sweeten the recipe.
I'll spend more time writing aural music for my lyrics
without paying attention to the naysayers or critics.
Writing is a sentimental journey traversed by the heart.
Where it leads a composer or poet, is their work of art.
I will find the time to celebrate life with lively dances.
Some may laugh and mock me, but I'll take my chances
and they might join me in having fun. In fact, I'd insist!
There may be a few more resolutions to add to my list.
I'd better print a copy and keep it on my kitchen fridge
or I might be tempted to cheat a bit. Well, just a smidge
when reaching for a snack, as I 've been known to do...
and break a resolution I swear to keep, or maybe a few.
December 14, 2022
Resolutions for 2023 Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Occupied with love and hate,
Cupid uses it as his bait.
Every year on Valentines’ day,
Different hearts are on display.
In love it brings joy and sing melodies,
When it speaks, lovers mirror it with their bodies.
Sometimes it embarks on a dark trail,
So quickly it can be derailed.
Fuelled with jealousy and animosity,
It leaves couples catastrophically
It is a symbol of our love and soul,
Many broken hearts are sold,
To hatred, jealousy and infidelity,
That leads to more controversy.
It expresses more than the mind,
When two bodies are intertwined.
Complexity and unreliability,
Makes our hearts beat in diversity.