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A love letter not published.
I'm old now, was old ten years ago, but less in years than at present, and not too old for warm
a embrace
She was related to my wife, which makes falling in love awkward, but infatuation falls like rain where it pleases
“The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain,” I wrote a love poem, not my metier, but as is said, nothing is as foolish as an old fool, or something like that.
A poem about the way she walked, her gracious body beautiful, the way she cast her head like a filly when angry, how could I be still like a mute when confronted
with so much desire?
My intent was pure I dictated what my heart told me
in a shivering moment, when fatally shot by the golden arrows and a heart that razed like an express to an early
death in spring, when Easter Lilies smile emitting
the intoxicating aroma of as yet unfulfilled love.
I gave the poem her to read, she became ashen-faced
Quickly, I said, I hope you like the poem it's written for
a poetry magazine that takes in love poems.
Oh, she said. Yes, a nice poem, but her hand trembled when she handed me the poem
did I see a flicker of disappointment that the poem was not meant for her.
Champak flowers, you have charms three:
Beauty, colours, and fragrance,
What among them the reason be
That drone bees dare take no chance?
Radha's charmed by Champak’s beauty
And bee is Krishna’s devotee,
How can any a close he be
To blossoms of a Champak tree?
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Translations | 30.10.2025 | bee, devotee, fragrance, tree
Note: This follows the first part of the poem. A poet in Braj bhasha (see below) ventures to explain why in the spirit of ‘ God may know, but let me try’. Radha, is Lord Krishna’s love interest, and as she is cast in Champak’s charms and the drone bee being Krishna’s devotee, would sure pay due respect not to go near the flowers. What fertile imagination I would say!
Champa tujamein teen gun,
Rupa ranga aru bas,
Kaun gun aiso bhayo
Ke bhramar na aave pas?
Champa-varani Radhika,
Aur bhramar Hari ko das,
Kaise fir bhramar aave
Champa ful ke pas?
Cut loose, cast adrift
from all I set out to accomplish.
Thrown to the other shore
by a stream I was sure would carry me to the sea.
Stranded at the source
words replaced thought, images replaced word
to leave me speechless
mind agape
transfixed to glossy page after page
of color and pattern, wholeness and detail,
art and craft manifest
in perfect balance on warp and weft.
A beautiful obsession, from ideal to actual,
a literal magic carpet ride
to a figurative land before time
a land of light, and space,
barren hills
and broken hearts,
sheep and wool, plant and dye,
ceaseless wanderings and flights in the night.
A land of my dreams and conception
(there on the carpet as my parents lay)
a carpet beckoning and enticing
to stay and rest awhile, caress and stare
without inhibition
at the sheer beauty
only a fellow nomad could conceive
for the solace of another world weary soul.
(2/20/22, first published in my sixth book of poems, OUT OF TIME OUT OF MIND, 2022)
This morning arrives as day is signaled by light
The stars yawn and retire as the day becomes bright
Gone is the safe harbor the shadow of night
Morning brings yet another chance to do things right
Within me is the most complex yet simplest of memories and thoughts
Ones that can bring joy the light or sorrow within the dark
Not a place always of happiness not one usually sought
it's where inner beauty is casted as well as moments where breaths are caught
Today is no different then those times in the past
I'm still wound tight with my thoughts running so fast
I'm drawn into my wormhole cacooned with the only things that last
Memories.. my life the good the bad the shadows of my past
Moments that brings a heart to dead stop
So strong you cant help but cough
Then in a blink a pop
They are pushed aside as the next rolls across
Times that when lived couldnt be deciphered thru the chaos
The decisions the chances the choices the loss
Some came out of no where as if in my life they were tossed
And then there are those that came at so high of a cost.
Within this cocoon this wormhole of a past
Deeply I sit watching again as each memory comes to pass
Memories when there made or remembered tend to always cast
A shadow or wishful thinking from a time that didnt last..
Days will be dark and gloom will reign
Others will be so precious yet so hard to obtain
For love does not stand alone nor does it always remain
There can never be a rainbow until after its rained
So I look upon all that makes up me
The roads I've traveled the blessings I see
The harshness of truth the cold brutal reality
My eyes moisten as I bow my head and bend my knees
Wondering why God had decided to make me..
With all the mistakes the moments taken for granted
The times when blessed I only raved and ranted
Never cherishing the life I was handed
A life lived while wishing death be granted
He makes no mistakes this I know
I just wish what He saw in me would finally show
Older I get the days swiftly go
And still I wander the direction I don't know
I just don't want to fail Him and not be what He intended
Ears are open my shoulders been lended
My patiences has been tried possibly overextended
Please help me find what You have always intended
My footfalls echo; touching down before my shadow,
City of souls passing on crowded sidewalks; drowning in self
Deathly cacophony of indifference engulfs our ranks like a silent murderer
Will you hear their lingering cries, amongst the howling winds of change?
But is it really change or self indulgence that propels us into the darkened void?
Spout forth your words of wisdom, of success, and of a life of untold blessing
Still you turn and spit in your bretheren's face; you cast him out with stony heart and icy gaze,
Your words become as ash in your mouths; love left in chains, weeping in eternal darkness,
When we gonna make a clean slate; you know we're bound to choke on all this hate,
And it's an eye for an eye till we're deaf dumb and blind, so who will make the difference in the end?
Go down to the gutter, you who speak freedom and equality; lift up countenance to our people,
Lest you become prideful and unwavering in unbridled varocity; learn forgiveness before the chance is lost,
"Love the sinner and hate the sin", say the church sign, screaming at the multitudes.
I've walked through palaces and through historians halls, but I still cant find the virtue,
We all believe in charity, but where's all our humanity; lost in politics and legal prose?
I ain't no judge, I just know whats right, and I ain't no preacher, but we gotta spread the light,
Standing alone on the corner on Houston's north side, feeling the cold wind blow,
Dowling street full, cardboard testiments raised in desperate yearning, begging in humility,
Lights changing in time with humanity's stride; still they call out eager to live, to climb, to find solace,
What say you great America?
Speak....
Robert Chirino III 2015
Form:
Judgement People and Haters Rhyme
Hate me cuz, M I ain't great;
Hate me when I'm a minute late;
But your here not working, standing here straight;
Judging me people judgmental;
Ya can't even boil hot water yourself in a burning kettle;
Juz as a Hippocrates
Judgmental false profit;
No regrets, yet, I still wish you be blessed;
Ya hate me cuz I waz born;
Hate me before and evermore;
I ain't Juz like ya Boy;
Judgmental people and haters;
Three thousands years same ole debating;
the only rights is all your wrongs;
Ya kill time one time, but time gon kill ya;
Hope your holding on to do ba;
Nothin left but a silents Hallelujah;
Facilitate your witness cuz ya ain't nothin;
Stop all this judgmental hatred and cussin;
I've got a job ya hateN;
Got couple children ya hateN, unmarried out their fornicating;
Got your nerve Ya judgmental people and haters hating;
Let him without sin cast the first stone;
Better git git it right before you git to heaven;
FOR CONTEST: Judgement People and Haters
Sponsored by: Brenda Cheri
Author Dana Redricks
September 27, 2024
With my past behind me, and the shadows that they cast. Although I've had the feelings of rejection I was covered in God's protection.
God has given me a new direction. When my past comes knocking at my door and reminds me of the hurtful things they often bring. With the feelings of being violated and the innocent that was robbed from me.
God has reminded me that I have been set free. My eyes have been opened and now I can see how beautiful life can be. Although my life has been filled with pain, and the heartaches that it often brings.
God has given me a new song, one of deliverance. In the process of searching for someone to accept me, God reminds me that He has always loved me. I am free, I am free
God knows each tear I've shed the ones seen and unseen. Although I can see my shadows behind me, I see hope, and love before me. Just like a shadow of my past they can't hurt me anymore. God Yahweh has opened the door to healing, and walking in victory. I am finally free from life's pain and misery. God has wiped away the stains of my history.
September 26 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Micah 6-7, and Nahum 1-3
Key Verse – Micah 6:8 He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR SHOWING WHAT IS GOOD TO US
Praise be to God for showing what is good to us for our:
Blessings as He builds our faith
Benefits that brace-up our future
Blooming beauty around His fellowship
Brand as His Bible believers in His faithfulness
Best, buttressed by His besieging fervency’s firmness
Micah 7:7 Praise be to the Lord
for encouraging us to look unto Him:
Loving Him around His love
Letting Him lead us through His light
Learning from His laws against laziness
Leaning upon Him along liberating loyalty
Living for Him while listening to His lessons
Nahum 1:7 The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.
Praise be to the Saviour for being good and our:
Sure salvation from sins’ penalty
Stronghold through Scriptural principles
Secured shelter against selfishness, so perilous
Steadfast source of supplies, sufficiently prosperous
Sovereign supernatural and special settlement-pillar post
Nahum 2:13 Praise be to the Almighty
for admonishing us against our:
Haughtiness highlighting our weakness
Hopelessness heaping with our worries
Helplessness that is hindering our worth
Heartaches for not being holy in our walk
Handicap halting our health as well as welfare
Nahum 3:5 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for making us aware of our shame we need to:
Confess to Him for His cleansing
Cast to Him for His holy covering
Cry about to Him midst our consecration
Carry to Him as He cares for our conversion
Castigate by His compassion toward Christ-likeness. Amen!
September 26, 2024
Thirty years as an actor have shown
That it takes more than talent to make a star,
Though I tried very hard, I didn't get very far.
When auditions were past
And I didn't get cast,
Here are some of the reasons I've known:
I was either too young or too old,
A little too ripe or else much too green,
Too over the line or too in between,
Too long in the tooth,
And they were casting for youth,
That's what my agent said she'd been told.
I was either too short or too tall,
My navel an "outie" when they needed "in",
My hair was too thick and the script called for thin,
My skin tone would do
But my eyes were too blue,
And my dimples too large or too small.
I was either too shy or too bold,
Too over the top or too underplayed,
Too limber and loose or too stolid and staid,
My voice was too brassy
Or too upper classy,
And my love scenes too hot or too cold.
I had plenty of talent and heart.
With each failed audition I upped my game,
And though often rejected, some remembered my name.
But I never stopped trying,
I kept on applying,
And now and then I'd get the part.
That life seems a lifetime ago.
Three decades and longer I trod the boards,
No Tonys or Emmys or other awards,
But I can say without guile
For me what made it worthwhile
Was the applause at the end of a show.
Now my acting career is on hold,
As a poet I'm making a brand new start,
Didn't have to audition to land the part.
I still can be entertaining,
And no agent's explaining
That I'm either too young or too old
Entered in Jaymee Thomas'
Expertise In Verse Poetry Contest
March 27, 2023
Placed #2...thanks, Jaymee!
In southern Colorado,
that old Rocky Mountain state,
beneath God's azure heavens
is a place called Turquoise Lake.
I'd been driving all around,
it was time to take some lunch.
The lake looked right for fishing,
at least that was my hunch.
After chow I got my gear
and headed for the shore.
I tied on a jitterbug,
who could ask for anything more.
Weedy cover on the left
set off a loud alarm,
but I was casting to the right
just to limber up my arm.
From behind an old man came,
he'd been watching for a while,
"Surface lures won't work out here,"
he mumbled with a smile.
"You know this is a trout lake,
they won't hit on surface lures,
so get yourself a fly rod
and you'll catch some fish for sure."
Now just as luck would have it
you know where the next cast goes,
it's just off of the weed bed,
how that water did explode.
A Rainbow Trout grabbed my lure
and started on a run.
I was fishing ultra-light,
it was really lots of fun.
The oldster stood in wonder,
said he never would have thought
that on a rig like I had
a Rainbow could be caught.
Reluctantly the trout gave up,
he came in without delay.
I gave him slack and he was gone
to fight another day.