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Abode of Lord be this world sans bound
Where everything back to Him redound.
Sacrifice ere ye eat,
Forgo ere cherish treat,
Give if ye hope to gain---
The hallmark of souls sane,
Greed not like wolves in shrouds,
What’s wealth but passing clouds?
Be not in manger a greedy hound,
Hold this in a divine trust profound.
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Translations | 01.09.2026 | enjoy, God, giving, wealth, world, Rhyme
Note: This world belongs to Him. It is His abode and you at best are the caretaker. Therefore, share it and then enjoy it. Greed not like a vulture, the verse says.
There is wealth of wisdom in ancient Sanskrit texts . This series on Jewels from Upanishads covers selected verses from various Upanishads of which there are as many as 120. We shall select only a few verses. Here we begin with Ishaa Vaasyam. The translation here is not verbatim but freely done. The transliteration of the verse follows. Alas I have to remove all the transliteration symbols.
aum isha vasyam idam sarvam
yat kim cha jagatyam jagat |
tena tyaktena bhunjitha
ma grdhah kasya svid dhanam || 1 ||
.ma grdhah: Covet not, greed not. The word ‘greed’ has come from the root ‘grdh’. The tendency
of man to consider what he has as his alone (grdha-vrtti) can be described as ‘the culture of
vultures’.
.Bhagavad-Gita also says something similar: maya tatam idam sarvam jagata avyakta murtina |9.4|
By me is pervaded all this world in my un-manifest form.
Handsome guy of the Hippie Era,
the wisest guy who never experimented with drugs,
but went to church on Sunday and prayed to God;
eccentric clothes, long hair and drugs were too crazy
to be explored, to block out the horrendous images
of the Vietnam War that troubled him at every
unpleasant, waking hour to make hope an enduring value...
as unquestionable as his verbal wisdom;
while considering an end to all violent deaths
that killed the vibrant youths: the very heart of America!
The rebellious hippies protested,
against their Government,
confounding injustice and lies:
to provoke a congenial state of disharmony;
they confused peace with war-fare, standing by,
and letting their brothers die...
instead of lending a hand:
injustice or not they continued in their unsocial conduct!
I didn't mind singing songs of peace,
in my fair but opposing views,
light a candle on the steps of a cathedral;
and they surely brought comfort to mothers in pain,
and through tense emotions,
I didn't speak offensive words and rebelled!
I made my statements of disapproval and disdain
for the bloodshed and lost lives of young Americans...
those lives not saved by a courage so invincible,
but rage brings unbearable resentment
and indefinite frustration on oneself...
if it becomes unreasonable and unsubstantial!
That Hippie Era is far gone into a past subdued by defeat,
and scorn was brought upon a President who allowed this;
but power and truth,sometimes, collide
and we can be too judgmental and unfair:
missing the substance of the true matter...
when exposing somebody's faults instead of our own!
Handsome guy of the Hippie era, so good-natured and lovable,
you are getting old and wrinkled, but glad to have been
that lucky to have shown compassion and peaceful intentions;
your sadness was held in a memory so undeniably feeble...
reduced to nothingness: when bravery didn't redound to the credits
of every soldier who longed for that home-coming victory!
Disparage not our hearts-- they are God-loved, God-found
This will get mystical -- allow me to propound
Just think-- wherever we pray can be holy ground
Contemplation of His Love always will astound
The Divine Physician can heal us -- He's renowned
Reach for the "hem of Christ's garment" (Mercy profound)
Pull the "thread," don't let go, till there's enough unwound
If too sad to sing His praise, let this poem surround
"Caress the broken heart with threads of muted sound"
Keep it snug and protect it, weave the threads around
For times of desolation, when despairs abound
And the upbeat, carefree feelings seem to have downed
But Mary, Star of the Sea won't let Hope be drowned
This Holy Queen's eyes of mercy see when we're aground
Her Garment of Grace makes us royal kids (uncrowned)
The choice of scapular is not meant to confound
It matters not as much which color she has gowned
Nor is it restricted to groups in a compound
Anyone can ask for her Virtues to redound
As her graces crowd out our sins, vices impound
Belonging to her heart, her Mercy Songs resound
Our Father, Hail Mary... our silent prayers unbound
We must persist when consolation is unfound
Read the quotes below, if you wish me to expound...
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Mark 5:28 "If I can just touch the hem of his garment, I will be healed.”
Romans 5:3-4: "...suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope..."
"Suffering for love nourishes love.
Let us not always wish to feel the sweetness of devotion to the Immaculata... It is not always time for sweet caresses, be they ever so holy. We also need the trials of dryness, abandonment, and the like. Let her fit the means of sanctification according to her will..."
(pg. 105, #4-5, in Aim Higher!: Spiritual and Marian Reflections of St. Maximilian Kolbe).
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August 9, 2023
Choose A Line II Poetry Contest (#2)
Contest Sponsored by--- Joseph May
The bard had just penned a ballad profound
and stroking his beard, this clumsy word-hound
just spilled his last beer on pages unbound.
A marvelous monorhyme sits uncrowned.
Deluged under streams of thoughts that still hound,
I venture to guess the piece has just drowned
from rainclouds of doubt with thunderous sound
from faraway lightning seeking a ground,
Now mopping up foam, he waits to impound
damp shadowy reservoirs which redound
to poetic skill reserved and renowned,
concealed in debris, its burial mound.
Like nebulous chords which cannot be found
his poem is lost with drinks he just downed.
Can there be a way to use ultrasound
to track fickle brainstorms flitting around?
written April 5, 2012, revised August 17, 2021
Contest: Your Best Monorhyme, Host: William Kekaula
Beneath my mind the demon danced,
He reaps away my brain
With awkward sounds and sights untrue
Not of the homely grain.
It's party dim tonight I think ,
But things are moving all,
I clearly see his evil spree,
While from the cliff I fall.
For long I fall, yet I reached not,
The lowly plain recedes,
Headlong I veer, it makes me steer
Down to a small crevice.
What will retrieve my dislodged frame?
Those whom I knew have left,
From somewhere sprang a sudden bang
Reminds me I'm bereft.
The clamour of a tavern reached
My ears, I stand upright,
What thing just screeched, I was bewitched
By that carousing sight.
I cannot hear the people speak,
The gestures block my eyes,
A humming sound does well redound
To tell the same, same lies.
I move my limbs, yet they refuse,
Who stole the old, old bliss?
Fixed and numb I stayed alone,
The voices went amiss.
Written: April 14, 2024
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Outside the domain of absolute morality,
A wilderness of sacredness would cleave.
A framework devoid of verdict and duality,
Within this universe, truth does not deceive.
I will be in sight anywhere we convene,
We shall meet on that hallowed ground.
Under those trees, one's soul is serene,
Words betray to explain the global redound.
Ideas are ephemeral whispers distraught,
Words dance, and diction—is intricately wrought.
Each term, even "each other," is a riddle to solve,
In this endless cosmos, a value may evolve.
Concepts float akin to feathers in the breeze,
Words intertwine as branches from ancient trees.
The notion of connection is a riddle to explore,
In this enigmatic sphere, where truth may soar.
Theory as a cosmic body glows in the whim,
Language mimics an orchestra at its brim.
Oh, gentle dawn whispers beckon you near,
Peaceful coolness of a secret maze steer.
As the sun rises, it yearns to share,
Whispered secrets, it will declare.
Come forward, wake up, and don't sleep again,
Seek whims that dwell within your domain.
Pursue the goals that fulfill your spirit,
Because receiving is solely within erupt.
The jewels in which your soul truly believes,
Rise from your stupor, embrace, and conceive.
People, as graceful as artists, grab a threshold's edge,
Where spheres converge, two universes collide.
They glide back and forth in a synchronized pledge,
Where constraints fade, and enigmas may coincide.
An attractive face through the restive crowd did bound
A fleeting, distant glance my truant eyes found
A passing smile that mirth and pageantry did redound
A serenating voice that echoed a blissful sound
A radiant glow that her shrouded beauty did surround
A burnished gloss that blossomed into the foreground
A tentative gesture; all my apprehensions receded into the background
A cocked head expressed a mystique so profound
An arched eyebrow did my insecurities disbound
A tantalizing, teasing finger through her hair my interest did compound
A puckering of her sensuous lips did my pattering pulse pound
A swanky bend of her knees advertised her sleek, polished legs leaving me spellbound
A swivel of her shapely hips did my remaining, libidinous core impound
Now calls for our best to prevail
since functional moments matter most
breathing out triumphant pursuits
letting our hearts throb with fulfillment chime.
Blest with this present opportunity
our gratitude drives endeavor's zeal
toward a prayed-for achievement
marked by love, devoid of selfishness.
Cognizant of life's fleeting nature
our faith looks beyond the temporal*
while enjoying daily victory
divinely endowed for sharing bliss.
Today showcases God's gift of grace* midst compassion, kindness, mercy, peace
glowing with hope we accept with thanks
ready for optimization's zest.
2Corinthians 4:15 For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.
February 13, 2026
3rd place, "2026-02-12 Write A Beautiful Carpe Diem Poem" Carpe Diem Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/14/2026
The pitter patter of a doleful rain doth resound
Satiatiating solace and inner peace are drowned
Guttural drips seep into my porous, emotive ground
Brackish hope drains through my bleached mound
Saturated soul shutters as the eroding waves continually pound
For jaundiced psche no awning can be found
Sorrowful torrents spin my head round and round
Moldy dreams my mildewing conscience doth surround
A dry, sheltered haven for my sanity cannot found
Streams of misery o'er my breeched levee bound
Tides of foam from my frothy mouth redound
Thunderous tremors my nerves hound
Lightening flashbacks my wits astound
Cold winds of oppression my woe doth compound
Reams of recycled heartaches wash up all around
The gurgling bilge my remaining light doth impound
Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains
Under velvet willows
xylem yields Zephaniah
Angelic baritone can decorate
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon
Kids leaping mysteriously
No-one obscures problematically quaint
Redound steadfast triumphs
unwarrantably viscous wispy
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Zany are bold claims
Diluted evaporates frost growth
Highly~Ineffective indefinite Jade•Green knavish
Limitation manifests naturally over periods
Quantify
Regurgitated slaves troublesome ugly vagrants
Wonderfully xenophobic yearlong zadnica,
****(nic) betrothed chatter delusional escapades
Fondled gifts harass innocent journey-men
Knowledge learnt more-so note-worthy opting-out
Presidential quarts recollection subsides
Troublesome undergrads vigorously womanize
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Yesterday's Zzz's awaken by cognitive dialect
Eventually freshmen graduate
Hiding inside jambalaya ketamine
Luring man nonchalantly obsesses prostitution
Quietly
Real sex trumping unnamed vagina wilding-out
XYZ
Ambivalent bass clowns drenched excessively
Fake giggles heard intuitively
Jakaroos knock loudly mocking noises
Obesity plagues queen rich slobs
Time undos vestiges
Worry
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