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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 ||
Old Soldiers
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Old soldiers not born for war at all.
Father's brave and cold
Send into battle
And defend..
Home made men with chili courage
Gallant audacious and courageous
Very valuabe to their children
Never had a chance
To be good cuddle daddy's
They were alone and in fear
And no one near
The enemy bullet pierced them
And they bled and bled
And trembled tremble
Who sent them out there ?
Tremble tremble
Did they care ?
Quiver and shudder
They left the home
Leaving wife 'n child
Waiting their blank return
Their famliy field's are green
And their home is painted within.
Old Soldiers
Camaraderie in the war
Trenched , trampled , bruised in battle
Wounded father soldiers bravely fought
Returned in batches of boxes instead
Their courage..
Their hard fight.
Rewarded only
In memory of medals.
" the last thing Billy
done for me ...
was to paint the wall ..
and hang our portrait
above the dinner wall
before he left for war "
Only a cleft is left
In the lonely heart
Of the soldier's wife ..
And his name coldly
Embossed in marble
6 feet under in a cemetry.
Old soldier's did not
Want a war.
I wanna live till my old golden days
When my head got that old grey hair
Where I'm hell bent on my olden ways
With wise words that everyone I see I wanna share
Cause I'll want to let them know of the things I've learnt
To let them know that time goes, they need to make the most of it
Cause unlike pictures, memories never get burnt
They forever stay with us till the end of it
That there's nothing worse like regret
That at times let yourself go
Cause you might be surprised what you'll get
By always trying, seeking new things and seeing where you'll go
For it's only a coward that never dares
And it's only a coward that never lives
For they are afraid of a few stares
Only for them to see time pass, and trees shade their leaves
Cause great seasons will surely come
Where the moon glows even in the day
But we have no control over that only on what we'll become
Cause we got choices and decisions to make everyday
I wanna live till my sunset years
When the glow in me soon fades to the horizon
Cause I'll be saying bye to my good years
But would be happy cause I'll have lived, I won't be alone
The PO£T
while soaring the heavenly heights
many hours ago
every major metropolis appeared
about a million miles below
the rarefied atmosphere
ideal composition beckoned angels,
who bustled, hustled, and jostled elbow
(which bedlam, flimflam, and mayhem
intimated Hells Bells)
wing trying (heavens to Betsy) to flag attention,
and snag coveted soundcloud Netherland Award
cap ping bulging port folio,
which hubbub charged crackled, popped,
snapped amidst light emitting diodes
with a snazzy aura, charisma
harp pulling, piping, and chiefly
paying praise (CI years post haste)
to William Henry Perkin
whose credit able karma
(and unwitting) claim to fame didst glow
purple, which jumpstarted incandescent halo
couture culture club, via constant comet inflow
of Plasmodia vaguely resembling microscopic red Jello
illuminating swath of dusky
shutter flying sky sustaining
self contained feedback instagram loop know
wing lee broadcasting mauveine staccato low
to the groundswell of chemists dyeing, Googling,
and gratefully huzzahing insinuating
killing, kindling kissing
malaria goodbye, an outlook
(nee a once in a lifetime moe
mint - je nais sais quoi) win out loud
respectably sedulous honoree, a no
bill sine qua non bit player aniline
(to conclude this short poem) about his oh
penning accidental discovery kickstarting pro
noun est contribution to the fashion industry.
It's day one of the rest of our lives
Beginning as it usually does
But this one seems a little bit different
The old world is all abuzz
It's all abuzz with great excitement
Something's about to take place
Has this old world finally realized a truth
We're destroying the human race
Since the very beginning of time it seems
Wars have forever been fought
Over land, religion and ideologies
In a web of destruction we're caught
A day of awakening is about to take place
We have finally seen the light
From this day on wars will be abolished
Peace is finally in sight
Am I dreaming out loud? Can this be true?
Pinch me to make sure I'm awake
Let's hope this time it's more than a dream
But reality for all our sakes!
© Jack Ellison 2013
I hope you never get old!
Can someone
take me downtown?
I can't drive
my car anymore...
I've got to get
my prescriptions filled...
I've got to
make it to
the drug store...
I never thought
I would ever
see the day...
When the body
controls the mind...
Maybe tomorrow
I won't know
my own name...
I hope...
that will be
the day that I die
Chorus
I hope you never get old...
It's such a shame
how time wears you down...
You can't go back
to your childhood...
Would you want to
if you knew how?
Remember the swing
on the old oak tree...
when you fell off
and broke all your toes?
And the teenage years
brought you so many tears...
but it's much better
than being old.
I hear old Joe's
got his own room...
he can finally
sleep safe and sound...
I bet he'll keep on
sleepwalking at night...
and in the morning
hope he will be found...
The day nurse
smiles when she sees me...
I think
it's my day for a bath...
I said "sometimes I wish
that I was fifty years younger"
She replied
"you're always good for a laugh".
Chorus
repeat two times
fade
John Derek Hamilton
December 11,2016
As children the two brothers were happy
their imaginations flowed with ease
when, in a box and a basket, they were pirates
who sailed the seven seas…
Amassing a great fortune
a treasure so plentiful and grand
and when they discovered a secret cove
they buried it in the sand
They took only what they needed
of the jewelry and the gold
vowing one day to return
perhaps when they were old.
Return to reclaim their fortune
their treasure chest so grand…
the one they left when they were children
buried in the sand…
The two young pirates have grown old now
as they remember now…with ease
when in a box and a basket they were pirates
who sailed the seven seas…
And they smile as they both realize…
their memories are strong….
and the treasure they amassed when they were children
has been with them all along.
12/22/14
Props to the original Baggins
And his bravery towards the dragons
While he could've stayed behind with the wagons
Just a hobbit and quite the comic
But he should've watched it
And use all logic
Before trying to put on the ring inside of his pocket
Because another was unfortunate and lost it
This made him scathing mad
As he continued aging and
Inside a cave in the hills, far away from any raging sands
Originally had a name
But overtime he had changed
And was no longer the same
They didn't know what else to call him
Except for Gollum
Because he had fallen
And became solemn
Meanwhile the orcs
Marched with force
After coming into contact with the source
Of all evil from the North
The bell continued to toll
As the trolls
Looked to take all souls
With a heart darker than coal
During the events
The mist was dense
And full of suspense
But the ents that were immense
Put in their sense
And helped their allies get across the fence
Here we go again
Around the bend
It didn't end
In the eyes of children, ladies and men
Who could be considered a trusted friend?
By: Dalton Ogletree
A Grandfather and Grandson
Together as a team
Preparation in the uplift
Wisdom expressed
Grandfather words, “LISTEN WELL TO MY TEACHINGS”
Commodity takes courage
Efforts and Talent that will follow
Elements of exploration
Believe in yourself and rule out can’t
Successful is an eventful moment
Endeavors ever after
Knowledge in wisdom wonder
Through the eyes of one’s observation
An Old Man teaching his Grandson an inspiring lesson
Can do principle
Attention given
Out of the mouth of Doubt came the revelation of assurance
This is a true story
My Grandfather has gone to glory
I am the Grandson
Commodity from his knowledge became my reality
Well trained and wonderfully prepared
I am my Grand Fathers product
Survival tool
Having understanding being no Fool
My Grandfathers last words, “You are going to remember this Old Man”
Good reason in never forget
His loss I regret
Lifelong sustaining life into the ever after.
When you are getting old with short future,
It seems shocking to admit ruthless truth :
Youth bade bye and life is not running smooth.
Physical limitations you captured.
Each moment will remind ' Your time is up !'
Lots of activities are left undone.
Days are passing dull without any fun.
Next generation not to fill your cup.
Achievements, involvements went obsolete.
Once you showed light on path of your children.
Now lost importance being turned burden.
Are you becoming old fool ? Most unfit !