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I don't excel at life because of modesty and honesty,
there are other reasons, aspects, and perceptions I decry;
my true self is that banner of moral victory I expose to anybody,
although I've been laughed at and shunned by an unsensible society.
It surprises me that the poorest
have more on the palms of their hands than the richest:
how I despise selfishness and greediness!
If folks think that beggars are worthless human beings,
they have not understood that the wheel of fate spins
and stops when all appears to be in their favor;
how humiliating is to take the beggar's place
and beg for a cup of coffee, will they give
him a pitiful look, and hand him a dollar?
Does kindness exult a meek soul, if greed overtakes
that virtue and becomes an abhorrent decision
of pure selflessness posing no subtle meaning?
Shouldn't we give generously, not judging the ones
who have fallen prey to fate's cruel mischievousness?
Can one be hesitant to read the awful devastation
on the vagrant's face and not see him shivering,
behind the tattered clothes: there's a wretched soul suffering!
I excel at love because I deem it an essential
part for a happy existence in both physical and spiritual;
lewd lifestyles may be repugnant to me in significant ways,
but they rest with the individual who has no morals;
live life abundantly and harmoniously, pity the less fortunate
and God will be compassionate with you: if you get rid of pride!
I excise extreme prudence and I don't judge anybody,
because my true self is that banner of moral victory!
Character.
That's where the biggest measurements,
truest tests of worth
should lie.
And yet, 'tis not so.
Sometimes, mostly, I believe
that it's indeed enough.
That being a good man
is enough to keep me afloat.
Sometimes, rarely, . . .
I don't.
How many good men die?
How many great people, nice guys,
saintly women, shining paragons of humanity -
are shunned?
People don't always look at you
with virtue in mind,
don't gaze through honor's eyes;
too often they look through you, into you,
to what you can do for them.
Too often they choose,
not to see the real source of light in front of them,
but instead just the glow of fool's gold;
warping your worth to mean usefulness
instead of selflessness,
utility instead of altruism.
Or they misread you entirely;
focusing solely on your looks,
or your wealth, or your mannerisms,
your attitudes;
one is chosen, only one is seen -
the one made to blemish and demean.
Very few gaze on the whole picture,
take in the whole work;
these are those you treasure.
The ones, also, of value,
the ones who are what they claim
and claim little more than living
in a respectable way.
But still, in this life,
character matters oft too little;
gathers all but nothing corporeal.
In the end, one must make a choice;
tangible wealth, or wealth of pride?
What matters to one more -
the character of the substance,
or the substance of the character?
I strive to continue
to believe that great people are there;
that who you are
makes a damn bit of difference.
But throughout that strife,
ever am I haunted, shadowed,
by one ceaseless question.
How many good men die?
That's it. That's what I want to know.
That's what follows and taunts me.
How many of them fall, without ever knowing
just what they've meant to those they've helped -
those they've served, protected, assisted, befriended?
Whether it was a much-needed pat on the back,
picking up a dropped cane, searching for something lost;
or something bigger -
a life given, an oath fulfilled,
a love or a friendship began and striven for -
how many never believe they've made a difference, however slight,
never realize what they truly were?
How many good men die,
having once or more asked a question of their own -
am I a good man,
was I a good man-
without their answer?
Messenger of celestial thresholds,
you who hold in your hands the ultimate key of the realms,
you whose selflessness crosses empires and topples thrones,
hear the invocation of one who knows none can escape you.
The coldness of your face is not terror but truth,
for you strip kings of their crowns,
and the destitute of their chains,
you level the mighty and the weak,
you remind the proud of the nothingness of their flesh.
I do not come to repel you,
for you are neither enemy nor executioner,
but guardian of passage,
silent scribe who closes the book of time.
When you draw near, let my lips be pure,
let my heart stand as an offering,
let my faults vanish before your unalterable seal.
Grant me to leave this world without fear,
grant me to enter your realm as one crosses a door,
not fleeing, but consenting,
for you are but the hand of the One who calls.
Angel of dusk,
make my last breath a psalm,
make of my dust a seed for eternity,
and lead my soul to the dwelling the earthly eye ignores.
Clock of the ultimate decree,
you whose wing erases calendars and reduces centuries to dust,
I call upon you not to delay your approach,
but to walk toward you with the dignity of the ancient prophets.
When you rise at my threshold,
do not find a heart bound by the chains of Earth,
but a soul raised like a torch,
ready to join the blaze of eternities.
I do not ask for escape,
but for a clear crossing,
a passage pure as a torrent of tumult freed from its dams.
Let your hands tear away my doubts,
let your serenity consume my falsehoods,
and let nothing remain of me but the essence the Infinite has willed.
If my memory dissolves, engrave my name in the book of the incorruptible.
If my flesh breaks, make of it an offering to the cycle of rebirths.
If my spark goes out, let it become a symphony borne to the throne of the Most High.
For you are not ending but beginning,
not downfall but ascension,
not loss but revelation.
Through you, I shall return to my origin
and behold the void without decline.
Every Person ever born
will go through the worst moment of their life,
the moment death or tragedy strikes
and though not all alike all will suffer alike
In those worst moments
all are saved by the people around them
the comfort and support they bring
The worst thing possible is
you find you have no people around you,
you have no people who care or love you
you have no human comfort thrown to you
The worst thing in life is
selfishness
but also dangerous is
selflessness
we all need to put ourselves first
but not as a selfish person
alone by yourself hurts worse
without a selfless person
you're not really living if you're alone
Her leg was my favorite tree to lean against.
Most times I'd lean my back there and listen to her for hours.
I'd stare at the pattern of clouds that hovered above my head.
The wind sweeping beneath her dress in perfect amount of shade.
The rustle of fabric against skin.
Here I felt I could be myself.
I found peace in an abundance of silence.
Turned the opposite way, her roots.
I rested my head against redwood skin.
Free to be myself.
She was my sanctuary.
Standing still in her strength. I became a part of her,
Sitting still.
listening to her intently, the debris left behind from most storms.
I'd take my time, to help fix the broken branches.
Keeping weeds as far from her as I could.
Learning to compromise in a moment of trust, leaning my head against her lower leg once more.
The shade she provided in her selflessness.
The rustle of my hand against her leaves.
Letting parts of her former self go to grow anew.
My head nestled soft against skin.
I watered her every chance that I could,
Watching the same water sprinkle down on me like rain.
I rested my head against her lower leg for a moment longer.
Learning to be still in the moments that pass like clouds
Diamonds aren't just beautiful stones,
They are precious and rare stones.
I know an empress whose heart glitters like a diamond;
Whose personality is like that of a diamond.
My soul she awakes to good cheers;
Her words dry away tears;
Her soft voice calm the surges of the soul;
Her kindness makes the darkest night roll.
I know an empress,
Whose magnanimity compliments her kindness,
Her selflessness eliminates selfishness,
Her beauty complements her meekness.
Oh, come and spread thy cheerful ray
Show the world the pathway;
Show the world how generosity heals,
Oh, teach the world that malevolence kills.
Dedicated to the Special One, OMOTOLANI AJOKE (Kean)
Salutations to Tiranga (Indian National Flag)
Mother India was freed from the British shackles...
To tyranny we bid adieu, new freedom welcomed!
'Tiranga' with due honour, replaced the 'Union jack'
Fluttered in the blue sky in the glory of victory!
Orchestra of happy moods had finally arrived,
Calling for celebrations with full pomp and joy!
Our National Anthem sung and Trumphets blown
All Indians joined festivity forgetting all woes!
Adding wings to this happiness,the Tricolour fluttered!!
Breeze of bloodbath and fetters all disappeared
Flew with resplendence this khadi splendour!
Three stripes horizontal with a central wheel
Top is the saffron for selflessness and valour,
Also marks vibrant hue of Ego absolution!
White in the middle stands for peace and purity
Also Knowledge and honesty attribute to it
The dark green in the third stripe is for faith and fertility,
Happiness and prosperity for a greener globe!
The wheel of dharma adopted from the Lion capital,
That once sung heroism of Asoka, the Emperor!
In navy blue is this wheel placed in the centre,
Progress it represents with spokes twenty-four
Ignites a spark of deep patriotism as it flutters
Wrapped around cadaver of the martyrs of this mother
Glory to Tiranga, Glory to the Nation,
World's largest democracy salutes this symbol
Let our flag soar high and keep our spirits boosted
Long live Tiranga till the sky is above!
For the contest: The State/ Country Flag - sponsored by: Judy Konos
By: Anulaxmi Nayak,
Country: India
Flag: TIRANGA - Indian National Flag
date: 08/08/2015
THEME: Salutations and admiration to our national symbol!
Line of inquiry:
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated”
Believe one’s bliss is happiest in youth?
A squeaky-clean parchment with true blue eyes.
A selfishness, of seeking perk, in truth,
Circles the moon at pubescent sunrise.
Yet, surrounded by dark, although there’s stars,
The eyes wizened in pain and confusion.
Insides begin to look at clouds’ tear jars.
Thunders true love, is it an illusion?
The letting go; let spots of wisdom grow.
Portends rainbow, halo of rain; a sigh.
Let go umbrella’s twirl; accept rain’s glow.
Floating in space, like embryos, on high.
Couples, like twins, in water’s depth, don’t drown.
In selflessness, they’ve found a blissful crown.
In ages long ago, when heroes roamed the earth
And gods and monsters roamed the land,
There was a mighty warrior known throughout the realm
As the greatest of them all, a man of might and courage,
His name was Hector, son of Priam, king of Troy
And leader of the Trojans in their war against the Greeks.
He was a brave and noble warrior, feared by his enemies
And loved by his friends and fellow countrymen.
But Hector's greatest foe was the mighty Achilles,
The son of a goddess, a warrior without equal.
He was swift and strong, with a heart as cold as steel,
And he had vowed to bring down Hector and his city.
The two clashed on the battlefield, swords ringing
As they fought with all their might.
But Hector, despite his bravery, could not best Achilles,
And he fell to the ground, defeated and mortally wounded.
But even in death, Hector was not forgotten,
For his bravery and selflessness inspired those around him
To fight on and defend their city with all their might.
And thus, the Trojans fought on, and eventually,
They were able to defeat the Greeks and win the war.
Hector's legacy lived on, remembered as a hero
For all time, and his name became synonymous
With bravery, honor, and the will to fight on.
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.