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He is the only magnetic I know that heals my wounds
the only Server I recognize as my very own Samaritan
He is the light of my life and the glow of my rare Hope
my go to Man, my Savior who died a thousand deaths
for the sake of all His children, young and old...
J JESUS BE MY LIGHT
E EACH AND EVERY DAY
S SAVE ME WITH YOUR GRACE
U UNITE US WITH YOUR LOVE
S SACRED ONE
He is the sun that warms me by day
the moon that blankets my weary nights
He is an invisible life force born of woman
the one that loved us without hate or sin.
Government has been rotten for years,
While good governance no longer exists.
Leaving many hungry power politicians behind,
With people who have no choice but to abide.
To abide those self entitled and ignorant public servant
while indulging power and corrupt.
An opportunist dressed in a Samaritan suit,
who always want to dispute.
To dispute a topic he has no clue about
As if they're doing it for clout.
Maybe it's a consequence of voting celebrities,
choosing good looks over good qualities
Qualities like integrity and credibility
and not manipulation and dishonesty.
We can work this out together,
vote wisely for the better.
Better might sound like a dream,
for best is what our heart scream
Make your vote worthy
For it's been a tough journey
Line of inquiry - Ego shorn, here now reborn.
Unselfish Heart
The glow of the unselfish heart
Decorates emptiness with candles
While scattered relics of garden purity
Re-light votives in Babylon
In the gleam of selfless candelas
Nascent tapers breathe new oxygen
In the eternal fire of the Samaritan heart
Lanterns revive requiems for still born joy
As sunrise glimmers of the merciful spirit
Leave tealights in newborn cradles
When icy enigmatic self-adorations
Flee before incandescent revelations of humility
The glow of the unselfish heart
Decorates new naked selves with candles
Swaddled in the first shy blush
Of tingling flambeaus for new butterflies.
7-2-22
Contest: Ego Shorn, here now reborn
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Among tales told long ago were those
of finding hidden buried treasures,
of growing seeds in diverse soils,
of building homes on sand or rock,
of sorting worthy sheep from wicked goats,
of inviting multitudes to a banquet,
of celebrating a prodigal returning home,
of saving a life by a scorned Samaritan.
Jesus loved earthly stories
with heavenly implications.
His parables were spiritual seeds
sown in hearers’ hearts and minds,
analogies thrown alongside
puzzling narrative plots,
poignant truths with shocking twists
and unexpected outcomes.
Deceptively simple, sly stories
with multiple potential meanings,
his parables perplexed expectations,
and upended usual understandings.
Even his bewildered disciples
pleaded for private interpretations.
During careful contemplation,
parables interrogate our lives.
Providing few easy answers,
parables compel us to ponder.
(First published in Earth & Altar, 14 Nov. 2024. See also my poems “God Around the Corner” and “Consider the Dreaming Birds.”)
Celluloid produces, like robots, many superheroes,
Who, like rat-snakes, in real life, is cowardice zeroes;
A Tamil-hero, for instance, catches flying bullets,
Re-sends them and massacres many villains, like pullets...!
There's heaven-hell difference betwixt real life and reel,
Though both, for human life, are like vehicles and their wheel;
As savior of the victim drowning, the reel hero acts,
Real hero saves the drowning and protects moral pacts...!
Superhero is a bolt; millions of armies in one;
Police, thieves, engineers, doctors... all into a stern-gun;
Phoenix Jones was Good-Samaritan in fantasy form,
Doing good to the troubled, was his genuine norm...!
Benjamin John Francis Fodor (less known), born in Texas,
Witnessed vandalism involving cool criminal nexus;
Common public, to crimes, like buffaloes, stood feeling-less,
They witnessed incidents; did nothing; stood as though helpless...!
Son's legs sliced; car broken; neither for his nor his son's sins;
Friend assaulted; he found his surroundings once again in ruins;
Trying desperately to reach the safe-guarders of law,
Left looted, found a mask fall on him filling him with awe...!
It's with this mask he took his new birth into Phoenix Jones,
Designed appealing outfits that suited his skin and bones;
Prowled around like a lion, breaking, cracking and thrashing,
Harming the criminals; not the innocent kids splashing...!
He patrolled in streets of Seattle voluntarily,
Destroyed criminals, like lion or tiger, merrily;
Fed the hungry; clothed the naked; sheltered the shelter-less,
He wished the entire humanity to grow fetter-less...!
His actions, (full of good intentions) inspired young and old,
To the Superhero Movement many their names enrolled;
Thanatos, Nyx... many such real life heroes stood still,
Taking oath to clean the society, of its evil...!
14 August 2022
Superhero or Supervillain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
LIFE
Life is a gift
But we have never cared
Destruction of the rain forest
And no animal is spared
Arise great Pro-man
Now raise up your sword
Do not let materialism deceive you
So stick to your word
The petroleum wells will dry up some day
And they will be no money for you to pay with in that way
The gold mines will diminish one day
And there will be no fields for our children to play
Arise Pro-human
Defend mother earth
Do not think of wealth
Or all that you can get
Life is beautiful
So let us be dutiful
As a Good Samaritan
And help your fellow African
Chinese or European
In need
To create a paradise devoid of greed
That is what I call Utopia
Not until we die
When it is all over
We can not let the children suffer
I have seen pain in my old days
The weak rise
And the mighty fall
Armies rise to fight at the clarion call
Only the truth remains
Like a tree that stands tall
In the next millennia where shall we be?
Vanity after vanity
The rest is history
Life is a gift
And love is a blessing
Let us unite this world
And teach a good lesson
A certain beautiful little girl was standing
In a Midtown Manhattan CVS store
Where crowds had gathered to shop late in evening
She was of Oriental descent standing there;
I saw her, admired her sweetness and let her be
I just stood near her side such a small child she was;
And likewise there were other people on each side
The eyes fell on her with lack of concern or cause.
But a certain black lady who was on a journey
Came upon her, and when she saw her was alarmed,
“Where is her mother?” “Who is her mother?” she yelled;
The mother came up and took the child in her arms.
I ask, “Which of these three do you think proved to be
A neighbor to the child quietly lost in the store?”
The woman who knew New York City and dangers,
This woman showed concern and mercy toward her;
And our loving Jesus said, “Go and do the same.”
Scores of people pushed forward through the exit door.
I thanked the immaculate black lady who saw
The need that I, a mere stranger in town, ignored
Luke 10:30-37
Paraphrased
I want to mirror the sacrifice done as a Samaritan of good faith by the almighty Jesus Christ.
I hope that I can mirror the pure love for everyone which Mother Mary had in her heart.
I will want to mirror the selflessness which comes forwards in the deeds of Lord Ram.
It would be a privilege to mirror the sacrifice of Goddess Sita as a dutiful partner to her husband.
I wish to mirror the feeling of brotherhood and companionship Lord Laxman showcased for his brother always.
I will certainly be very proud to mirror the devotion as a disciple Lord Hanuman portrayed.
It is not ideal, but I would want to mirror the greediness Mata Kekaiye had for her blood relations.
Someday I wish to experience the release from suffering done to him by Bhishmapitamah while fighting.
I will be very happy to mirror the courage and strength of Arjun as a warrior during the battle.
I would be very proud to mirror the sharpness of Lord Krishna in any situation with anyone.
Mirror mirror on the wall of my heart.
Please help me stay erect and never fall apart.
All by HIS Grace and Mercy till today on the 38th door,
The twain souls set in with their third soul,
And their journey to progress in HIS Will is blessed.
Their first step looked simple but with intricacies –
Of life in and out, yet it is HIS Purpose –
A mystery to human knowledge!
The steps they had continued, brought thorns,
Plodded on vicissitudes of life alone and alone,
Yet HIS Arms carried them for HIS Purpose.
Reality unto them seemed bleak and dark,
Dark clouds seemed to hinder their way unto light,
Yet HIS Grace and Mercy showed them Light.
On their 17th step a Heavenly Call entered into them,
Her travail through hours turned a prayer unto HIM,
It was the first cry of God’s Gift unto them,
A Good Samaritan stood beside the mother and the child.
The father in anticipation on wheels on the rails travelled,
The three were there with the Third One beside.
It’s their 38th milestone that the three stand with HIM,
All through their 37 milestones they walked with HIM,
And the journey of the trio been dramatic and blessed,
The world is a challenge unto them, yet Heaven is with them.
They’ve learnt: ‘Fear of the Lord is the Beginning of Wisdom.’
Their journey will be till HE decides seeking HIS Kingdom.