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Well-groomed ye keep thy ample locks curly,
Thy tender big eyes stretch nigh up to ears,
O slender heavenly fairy,
Bright teeth on fair countenance endears,
Thy pearl garland adds to bosom’s beauty,
Everything ‘pon thee untainted appears
To cast upon us vibrations tranquil,
Strange, thou art to men such a passion pill.
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Translation | 23.08.2025 | beauty, passion, women
Note: Ottava Rima, eight lines in iambic pentameter, rhymed ABABABCC.
Here is a verse from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). This one is in Shardul-vikridit meter. The verse says: O thou heavenly beauty, everything about thee is fair and fulsome. Ye cast vibrations that are pure and tranquil. All very well, but still, ye prove to us such a passionate pill. Here is the transliteration of the verse in Sanskrit:
Keshah sanyaminah shruteh api param param gate lochane,
Antar vaktram api svabhava shuchibhih kirnam dvijanam ganaih |
Muktanam satata adhivasa ruchirau vakshoja kumbhavima,
Vittham tanvi vapuh prashantam api te kshobham karoti eva nah || 15 ||
'The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret'
It was surfers' paradise weather but he had only captured a dinghy
Made from lost dreams and drift wood collected in seasons of love
No shoreline in sight he set a flatulent sail on his passage to nowhere
The lighthouse of aspirations had timely faded from self-imposed doubt
His double edged fishermen’s knife offered only cut throat conclusions
As waves cut a Janus-faced image of himself into the surface of rage
For too long it had been his way or the highway and stark pirates loomed
Hooked into remorse he regretted that he severed tranquil emotions
But instead tried to prove the compass wrong and succumb to unreason
Riptides currents and wild torrents resembled the inner chaos of his soul
Salt on thin macerated skin oozed blemished truths and purulent candour
Once he lost anchor and lifebuoy and had to solely rely on stars’ navigation
During a lull he meant to befriend a dolphin but was mocked in contempt
Which made him to feel the disrespect he had once shown to his friends
How he wished he was a butterfly feeding on herbs in sweet meadows
A clairvoyant had warned him not to tempt fate when seeking conclusion
She might have the last laugh now as he stared into drooling shark teeth
Parched to his most integral core the wary voyager shed one final tear
He vowed promised and bargained with mad delirium and entered the sea
Gave himself to the depth of rock bottom and left his fate to the swell
Washed onto a beach his only regret was that he had not surrendered before
17th February 2020
Written on the theme of ‘The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the
highway of regret’ - Bob Dylan - Make you feel my love
Have you ever?
Danced with the devil;
All the while, he’s stepping on your feet
Causing you tremendous defeat
Slapping you in the face, while holding your teeth
Have you kissed Ole Lucifer?
Your father of lies
Who’s filling your spirit with alibies?
Now emotional, riddle in pangs and pains
He insist you cry out his NAME
But you let go, say SATAN DON”T WANNA DANCE NO MO
I got a new partner
Git thee behind me you demon, foe
I dance now with Angels in heaven and earth
Now I don’t want no longer your curse
And for what it’s worth
MY GOD is real and He and His Son has set me free;
So barefoot I dance aloft
In and out with His heart
And with my mouth
I shall shout Halleluiah
Glory
As I’m dancing wit my Father God now only
Holy
3/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
In a nation of "point the finger"'
she pondered joining the crowd.
As in the famed Roman Coliseum
she imagined herself in full glory.
Giving a glorious "thumbs down!"
After all, she told her arrogant
herself,
as she put a crown of leaves on her
head:
"Those foolish Christians need to die!"
Yet a voice deep within her, made her
wonder.......why?
'twas in the gods of Rome she believed,
Who was this Christ, these fools died
for?
Centuries have come and gone, her
crown of leaves decayed, too!
Today not only are Christians killed,
but millions of others have died,in the
milieu.
The new god is love of self, above all else!
That name, Christ, best not be spoken.
He, who died for all humanity, still a
most despised personage!
We honor false gods, read literature
assuring us of polytheism.
Then cry and gnash our teeth, when
statues are toppled, morals are a joke.
And our only satisfaction comes from
booze, hot sex or a fast toke.
June 17, 2020
11am PST
Poem # 1,249
Deserts of failures, seemed to blaze,
Nowhere, with full faith, we could gaze;
What is caste? What's color? What's creed?
Aren't we from Adam and Eve's seed...?
Humanity hijacked...
Is marriage of hearts great taboo?
Should bias within, like tea, brew?
When beings of red-blood unite,
Why should cold-bloodlessness teeth-bite?
Equilibrium cracked...
As though infallibly written,
By cobras of credos bitten;
Isn't, truly, no salvation?
Out of this hate-perpetration?
Cosmic rhythm ransacked...
Left to us, we've decided now,
We'll break all loathe-shackles, and vow;
Our faith and trust in love alone,
We'll live linked, like flesh, blood and bone;
Heart and mind full-intact...
21 April 2022
On a cold, stormy October night,
In the hours of lingering twilight.
Beneath the haunting full moon,
Brought a white ghostly goon,
Screaming fears of an ancient rune.
The wind driven underneath eaves,
Interlacing through trees and leaves,
Scratching on the window-glass,
With intense bitterness as shadows pass.
Slumber and dreams haunted by the crass,
Slow, flowing sand in the hourglass.
Tap, tap, tap we hear at the door.
In terror, open the door. There, four
Puddles of water left on the floor.
Darkness peering in beneath
The fog, the dog, a bone between its teeth.
10/13/2022
12-16 Lines Of A Scary Halloween Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Today I missed life in silence, so quietly that no one noticed,
I woke up, but didn't truly arrive, brushed my teeth, got dressed,
I watched the lives of strangers louder than mine, promising myself today would be different,
But the day slipped through my fingers, just like before, leaving no visible traces.
I lost it in my reflection, searching for something familiar, but finding only tired eyes,
In the way I filled my day with tasks, but not with true or deep meanings,
In the words I spoke, without really saying anything important or sincere.
I lost it in conversations where words seemed repeated,
Where laughter came out of habit, surrounded by people, yet feeling like a ghost,
I lost it in the afternoon spent among books, work, distractions, and daydreams.
My mind wandered between regret and nostalgia, thinking of roads not taken,
Of parts of myself lost, dreams I let fade into the mist of time.
I lost it in the ticking clock, in the muted hum of hours passing without me.
Time moved forward, but I stayed in place, caught between yesterday and today,
I lost it in the evening when the sky burned in colors I did not admire,
When the wind carried the whispers of those truly living, while I remained behind my walls.
I existed, but was not truly present, breathing, but not deeply enough to feel,
I lost it without tears, without noise, without dramatic moments or breaking points,
Just a silent ache settled within me, as if life whispered my name, but I hesitated.
How many days have I missed like this, how many moments slipped unnoticed through my fingers,
How many more will be wasted before I truly awaken, before life quietly fades away?
The American Revolution describes the process whereby one George was replaced by another
Though Jack has climbed his beanstalk,
Saint George his dragon slain,
Gulch-Mammon lives on happily
And myriad is his train
His belly is enormous,
Yet full it ne'er will be.
The moment luncheon's over,
It's time to start high-tea.
Gulch-Mammon's teeth are millstones
Whose grindings rarely cease.
His slightest indigestion
Is menace to our peace.
And every time he sneezes,
Things worsen, though they're bad,
And every time he belches,
The Richter Scale goes mad.
Perchance he bored with eating,
He starts to smoke and fume.
You'll always know his whereabouts.
Just watch out for his plume.
His home is just palatial,
For gold is everywhere.
His rest-room seat is golden,
A thing most choice and rare.
No one knows for certain,
The income that he draws.
Whatever you are making,
It's vastly more than yours.
There on his vast plantations,
Some kine are thin, some fat,
And many laws and statutes
Did little to change that.
Are Jack and George just sleeping,
Or are they in his pay?
Whoso may know the answer
Seems disinclined to say.
Bone
Under the moonlight I’m searching for your heart.
Another lost soul I need to rip me apart.
I couldn’t help you escape from out of the dark,
So I just left you to break out from where you are.
If I had let you then I’d lose myself in your tune.
My thoughts would run me into a state of ruin,
But I still find you beneath the blue moon,
And all I think about is the blackest of sins, my truth.
I have this mark, which you left upon my heart.
You clawed a piece of me and left a deep red scar.
I have the teeth imprint to remind me when you are far,
That once you loved me like I love all that you are.
When all is black inside and I’m falling like the light,
I still long for you and hope with all my might,
But you are gone from me now, I know I have lost the fight.
So I just let myself go and deep inside I die.
When I’m gone I know you won’t remember me,
So I left you a message you couldn’t fail to see.
It’s written in blood and it marks the way to leave.
Now all that’s left are the stains upon the sheet.
(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Pups, imps, joeys, wiggling tailed marsupials, hunting in parties of five.
Deadly facial cancer has killed lots of us, it’s a wonder I am still alive.
I screech when I eat, carrion, my utmost favorite food, road kill.
My aggression insured me at babyhood alive I would be still.
There were fifty in my litter, but only four teats so we scrappers had to fight.
Growling and viciously, snarling at each other, slapping away nice ones in the night.
Our mother was grabbed by a caveman devil who dragged her off by the neck.
I was incensed, and promptly chased after them, thinking “what the heck?”
Some of my siblings were frightened out of the old hollow log,
not many decided to stay.
I was not one of them. I showed my teeth,
and my aggressors promptly ran away.
Wombats, wallabies, opossums and other animals on this island of mine.
Steer clear of my hollow log, knowing I will
snap them up and eat them in no time.