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Last year I took a very long trip.
I went to the moon in my spaceship.
After arriving, I went exploring and I found the American flag.
But something almost happened that would've been a drag.
I met some aliens that had moved there.
When I learned of their plans, I was scared.
They had decided to destroy our place of birth.
They were going to use their weapons to destroy the Earth.
But what those aliens didn't know was that I had weapons too.
I zapped them with my laser gun and they melted into goo.
When I told people that I saved the world, they said that I lied.
But I saved you and everybody else and that can't be denied.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
When all sense
And all responsibility
Is out the window
Taken
And blown away
By the low IQ
Of the mob
Whata you do
When life
Is decided
By a rabid dog
Skin colour
Place of birth
Economic worth
Whata you do
When faith
Worships
Those golden idols
Bank balances
And royal fronts
Those that harm
My Fathers children
And those that hide them
Whata you do
When evil controls
Those arms
That are supposed to
Hold us
Protect us
Defend us
Whata you do
You do
All in your power
To fight back
Against the tide
Be that swordsman
Who faces a tsunami
Of tribulation
Yell and scream
Scratch that ugly face
Of inhumanity
Leave that scare
Above the bar
Remind them
That you will
Not stand for
Horrible
That’s what
You do
They’ll come for you
From the dark
I’ll attest to that
Their weak
Their cowards
They will hide
In the shadows
They will whisper untruths
They will whisper false fact
As that’s
What cowards do
Every opportunity
They will slip another knife
In your back
That’s a true fact
But none
Have any courage
To face you
And slip one in your chest
As that’s
Not what
Cowards do
Don’t talk to me
Queen country and khaki
Talk to me
Honestly
Of humanity
Of culture
Of art
Of diversity
Of love for life
Our World
Our flower
As that’s
What
I do
Leaving their land of birth
Lions, sages, tuskers go far,
There and there die in home and hearth--
Crows, cowards, herbivores as are.
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Sanskrit Translation | 18.01.2026 | birth, brave, far, home/hearth, quatrain
Note: Some quatrains called shlokas in Sanskrit are known as Subhaashhitams, words well-said. The brave and brave-hearts venture far from their place of birth and prosper. Those fearful that not, die there and there. The beasts of hunting so brave command lager territories. Those eager to learn go far and get more knowledge and wisdom (sat-purushhaah). Travel was the way in olden days.
Deshan utsrjya gacchanti
sinhaah sat-purushaah gajaah |
Tatra eva nidhanam yaanti
kaakaah kaa-purushaah mrgaah || Subhaashhitam ||
Incarnation and a better life,
Has always been a human strife,
Strange curiosity to excavate,
Living cool present, yet divagate,
Since age of three I yearned to fly,
Little sweet cuckoo I always spied,
Melody of voice I could imitate,
As an echo I could reciprocate ,
Birth of life, dying getting revived,
Closer look to soul came much alive,
I declared dead as life belied,
Watched dear ones in deep disguise,
Made me introspect, what's horoscope ?
A friend took me to a teller's grove,
He then showed me leaves of Bhrigu Samhita,
Three consecutive births on leaf of my chakra,
Mine and my parents' name to my surprise,
Centuries before how could he ever write ,
All was true, as if just for me to apprise,
Unbelievable a cuckoo in past, am I wise ?
Bygone are the precious past lives,
No bees, no honey, just empty hives,
History sometimes the best teacher ,
Can evolve into a top preacher !
Based on real personal happening.
Written on 26/6/14
Contest- Past lives
Sponsor- Carolyn Devonshire
* Maharishi Bhrigu in Treta yuga during Vedic period prepared a unique astrological horoscope where every human , born at any point of time - past, present or future can find his chakra according to date, time, place of birth.
And a collection of his such leaves is known as Samhita ( Hindi word means collection)
So Bhrigu Samhita has all of us with our past and future lives !
And of course present too , Infact it starts with present !
Many musical giants sprang from small places in the region of my birth.
I heard some of them live as they played their guitar or harmonica.
Others I heard by way of radio from fancy faraway and distant places.
Their discovered talent had made them famous and taken them away.
They had lived where I live; we walked the same delta dusty roads.
Their stories like mine originated from the cotton fields of Mississippi.
Some of us drank away our misery and pain; others sang and played their pain.
The songs were called 'the blues'; that 's why I call that region Delta Blue.
It is said that fame is fleeting, and I believe it to be true in that sense.
But in another sense, it is also true, because it makes the famous flee.
Away they fled to places North, because they refused captivity by misery.
I knew them from afar, because they became bigger than their place of birth.
Humble abodes and inhumane experiences often made them sad and blue.
Experiences were internalized and recycled into great sounds of popular songs.
From Delta Blue I too did sprang, but I sing neither happy nor sad tunes.
When I hear those home grown sounds from Delta Blue, I understand them.
03112017 PS, Any Poem Written in March-Not for Contest, Laura Loo
out there
I am not born
with a silver spoon
so I know no pain
truly I have gotten
use to it
it hurts me no more
cos I was not born at
home
it was out there
out there were reality
tells the truth
out there
the world owns me
36years
of a great lesson
cos I have been on
different course of life
from the day I was born
it keep going
I keep learn
to live in the light
cos darkness is obvious
out there
out there
from the days
I was born
every of my life
was born with a challenge
every of my fears
was born
so now I have realise
why I new be brave
especially
out there
out there
I was born
in the wild
despite it was not
an intention
cos one can't chose
it place of birth
sorry it come natural
so good bless my
home land
were I was born
peacefully
but now if has turn
a bloody land
now my lands are
bleeding
the realities
are so scary
out there
out there
it use to be
a home
out there
it use to be
a place of joy
out there
it use to be
a country of peace
out there
the people use to
love each other
out there
now is totally
a mess
out there
greedy men has
turn it bloody
out there
women are now
been abuse like is normal
out there
I grieve a lot
cos I born exactly
out there
We are not the best judge of our worth
God’s attention is for this alone
That we find our vocation on the earth
Clearly some are born with a grave curse
Others have been keen to cast sharp stones
We are not the best judge of our worth
Accidents of time, of place, of birth
Lack of vision,nowhere to call home
Disrupt the virtue of our life on earth
Important it may be to enjoy mirth
To laugh at our pretensions, grin and groan
We are not the best judge of our worth
There is no linear scale. we should not stress
Some may discern value we don’t know
Acceptance is the aim of life on earth
And when we’re stricken by a heavy blow
Inside our little hearts is one who knows
We are not the best judge of our worth
We must love and work to heal the earth
I have heard it said that home is where your story begins
Can it not also be that home is where your story ends?I
I tend to buck the trends and ride contrary winds that have taken me to places unplanned and unforeseen
My place of birth was a hard and poverty laden place
My place of education and wedding bells was a most
challenging place. The place of our first child's birth
was a quiet and pleasing place. The place of our second
child's beginnings was a hard and stressful place
The place of our third child's birth was a pricy but lovely
and beautiful place. Our present place of 33 years is a
gracefully welcoming and homely place. So I'm feeling
At home now in a place I have come to love,
Even more so than the place of my beginning.
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If I look at your star above
And picture my life from the past
All the other stars, they zoom about
Showing my personality
Disappearing fast
Then one night, the stars were different
A different place and time
I realised that this was what could be
Another life
That could be mine
An hour in front of my place of birth
A journey under the sea
A place that I felt comfortable too
There was someone
There for me
I never thought there would be love
Solitude was my life
Through all the trials and tribulations
I came through
All the strife
I found you in the last place I’d look
Or you found me? I don’t know
All I know is I have you now
I’m never ever
Letting go
John Cavanagh is thought to be,
The most respectable man in archery,
He fell down a cliff in Switzerland,
And now shoots a compound bow, hand.
He was born the 21st July in 1956,
His Para classification W1 sticks,
Stoke Mandeville gave him the sport,
And he is of a very quiet report.
Picked for the British team in 1995,
He took part in the Euros, a hive,
He’s already been to four Paralympics,
Won top spot in Athens, from the mix.
2008 Beijing, he took silver,
Was part of the London quiver,
So he’s going to Rio de Janeiro,
Because he has lots of memento.
John lives in Wandsworth, London,
His original place of birth, it’s fun,
He has a Botany BSc from Imperial,
And a Msc in IT from Kingston regal.
He trains with Maiden Bowmen,
At Royal Richmond, it’s the den,
And says his hero is everyone,
With the drive to win, overcome.