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Listen to God that's sure wise
for He knows you inside out
His way is narrow but always true
a sure fire blessing without doubt
Every day without fail be watching
on your guard listen at heavens gate
for God shall speak in still small voice
make sure to keep that precious date
Be keen never to leave your doors
always stand firm at your post
wait on the Lord He'll appear
by the power of the holy ghost
In God alone is abundant life
when you find Jesus He's the Lord
His ways lead to peace and grace
keep Him close strike His chord
The Lord Himself sends His favor
for His chosen ones shall obtain
all His spiritual blessings for them
giving His cleansing from all stain
('Blessed is the man that heareth me, watching daily at my gates, waiting at the posts of my doors.
For whoso findeth me findeth life, and shall obtain favor of the Lord.')
Proverbs 8: 34,35 (KJV)
SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 1
Whoso List to Hunt ("Whoever Longs to Hunt")
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch
Whoever longs to hunt, I know the deer;
but as for me, alas!, I may no more.
This vain pursuit has left me so bone-sore
I'm one of those who falters, at the rear.
Yet friend, how can I draw my anguished mind
away from the doe?
Thus, as she flees before
me, fainting I follow.
I must leave off, therefore,
since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Whoever seeks her out,
I relieve of any doubt,
that he, like me, must spend his time in vain.
For graven with diamonds, set in letters plain,
these words appear, her fair neck ringed about:
Touch me not, for Caesar's I am,
And wild to hold, though I seem tame.
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My lute and I
by Sir Thomas Wyatt, circa early 16th century
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
At most mischief
I suffer grief
Without relief
Since I have none;
My lute and I
Continually
Shall both apply
To sigh and moan.
Nought may prevail
To weep or wail;
Pity doth fail
In you, alas!
Mourning or moan,
Complaint, or none,
It is all one,
As in this case.
For cruelty,
Most that can be,
Hath sovereignty
Within your heart;
Which maketh bare
All my welfare:
Nought do you care
How sore I smart.
No tiger's heart
Is so perverse
Without desert
To wreak his ire;
And me? You kill
For my goodwill;
Lo, how I spill
For my desire!
There is no love
Your heart to move,
And I can prove
No other way;
Therefore I must
Restrain my lust,
Banish my trust
And wealth away.
Thus in mischief
I suffer grief,
Without relief
Since I have none,
My lute and I
Continually
Shall both apply
To sigh and moan.
Keywords/Tags: Wyatt, translation, hunt, deer, doe, pursuit, net, wind, lute, grief, heart, love, desire, poets, poetry, poems, writing, heartbreak
Give all best while blest, passing the test with God’s zest!!!
Achieve
Believe!
Create
Do great!
Excel
Fight well!
God*… trust
Hope must!
Improve
Just move!
Keep right
Love light!
March on
Now yon!
Own work
Plus perk!
Quell doubt
Reach out!
Up glory’s crest, fight pride’s pest, share blessings with the rest!!!
*Proverbs 16:20 He that handleth a matter wisely shall find good:
and whoso trusteth in the Lord, happy is he.
January 25, 2024
4th place, "DARK Nursery Rhyme A-N-D Eye Rhyme" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest; Sponsored by Hilo Poet; judged on 3/2/2024
Lingering marvels in life do prevail
Ironies along paradoxes reign
Fears midst love, pain with bliss while tears assail
Expressing faith above logic for truth gain.
Surprise attack, suspense shock, skeptic doubt
Magnify mysteries’ enigma-sense…
Yonder realities in their known route
Seek settlement upon strong truth defense.
Trials with triumph, turmoil against hope
Ephemeral versus eternal clash
Reasoning by proof of experience-scope
Invites heart and mind accord without crash…
Exposed to myriad wonders, I’m so blest
Safe in God*, fathoming best from the rest.
*Proverbs 29:25 The fear of man bringeth a snare: but whoso putteth his trust in the LORD shall be safe.
December 15, 2020
Hybrid sonnet in acrostic form
Rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
2nd Place, "Life's Mysteries in Hybrid Sonnet in Acrostic" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 12/31/2020.
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The nayika (heroine) sets out
to meet her beloved against all odds
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Dreams in mind, hope in heart,
On the way am I to meet my sweetheart,
My mind in turmoil, tumult of passion
Seeking fruition, to end long separation,
None can stop whose mind’s made,
Of no one and none whoso afraid,
My heart feels free from all masked plight,
Naught can stop me from meeting him tonight,
And embrace him despite it all,
Notso can my made-up-mind stall,
Abhisarika I’m, let all world know,
No Vyabhicharika, on wayward go.
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Natya Shastra | 02.02.2025 | Free verse,
Note: This is second of Ashta-Nayikas, eight heroine types, as classified in a Sanskrit treatise on performing arts in Bharata’s Natya-Shastra. The state (avastha) of the eight romantic heroines widely themed in Indian paintings, literature, sculpture, classical dance forms and music. Abhisarika is the second of the eight such heroines depicted here in poetic form. Vyabhichar refers to adultery, extramarital sex, infidelity, or betrayal in marriage.
Facing a street kid pleading for bread, I was gripped with mixed feelings, especially that I had in my possession purchased goods for our orphanage from a grocery with this label: “the good life you can afford.” Oh, the social worker in me could not escape being confronted with this question: “Why does a child have to beg for a basic necessity... when it can be afforded?” By God’s grace, I have settled myself with the answer while fulfilling my commitment.
emotions clashing
grieved midst reality angst~~~
still love* and care reign
* 1John 3:17 But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?
April 17, 2021
2nd place, "Moments Of Reflections - Haibun" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury; judged on 5/11/2021.
Heavy and eerie silence reigned therein,
The dark rooms looking as sullen as mean,
As if they had taken serious offence
Against me who had failed in their esteem,
My heart feeling contrite was heaving tense,
To have halfway deserted my fond dream.
No one was there my inner thoughts to share,
None who so some forgiveness to me spare,
Aimless I wandered into my blank mind,
And wished I could that royal guitar find
To inveigle my heavy heart to sing:
O Fire, this poor moth that in vain wished once
To fly away, hast returned broken wing
To thee, forgive him just this one instance,
Burn away both his wings and make him lame,
Nay, consume him in thy red scorching flame.
As I wailed clue-less, my soul sinking low,
Two warm teardrops fell from above on brow.
Dark and deep clouds hung overcast on hills
That day, the gloomy woods and bare river
Awaiting in suspense with monsoon drills,
An ominous calm prevailed all over.
And soon it all shivered— land along sky,
A wild tempest blew forth O howling by,
Through pathless woods glaring its lightning teeth,
Like a raving maniac snapping chain,
Wishing to unleash hell, terrible pain
To whoso there’s on hills, whoso beneath!
And not a soul around was in the camp
To wipe dark of my heart, nor light a lamp,
I could sense: a woman lying on face—
On a carpet below the bed, clasping
Her wounded heart, and pulling hair in stress,
Blood trickling down, in utter pain, laughing
Still, bursting into a hard wringing wail,
Now, rend her bodice, now beat breasts gone frail,
And from nowhere winds roared in from windows,
The pouring rains soaked further her sorrows.
Through night the storm never did cease to rage,
Nor did my fair lady's passionate cry,
I wandered from room to room, a blind man,
Unremitting sorrows my companion,
And yet none there who could have consoled me,
As I heard the cry: ‘stay back, all is false',
Maher Ali the mad was there, no doubt,
The old tenant of this odd wailing house,
‘Tell me what’s false?' I could not help but ask,
Waiving me off was how he responded,
Repeating, ‘stay back, stay back, all is false'.
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali, Kshudhaarto Paashaana.
Our Heavenly Father gave us this commandment
for a very good reason. Ever since Cain killed his
younger brother, Abel over an offering to the Lord,
violence has been rapidly accelerated. As we all
know, God destroyed the earth during Noah's time,
because of violence.
God instructed Noah and his family in Genesis
chapter nine after the flood. Genesis 9:6"Whoso
sheddth man's blood, by man shall his blood be
shed; for in the image of God made he man."
Clearly , then because we are created in his image,
God instructs us to respect human life.
Genesis chapter thirty-seven describes the Great
Plot. Because Jacob favored his son Joseph, his
elder brothers plotted to kill him. His brother, Reuben,
spared Joseph's life. Reuben planned to rescue
Joseph and restore him to their father. Joseph's
other brothers, however, sold Joseph to a band of
Ishmaelites on their way to Egypt.
*(Abraham's eldest son was Ishmael of the
flesh but not the promise. And Sarah's servant
woman was an Egyptian named Hagar,
Ishmael's mother.)
A modern court (of jurisprudence) would have
sentenced Joseph's brothers to a long prison
sentence for their plot against him. Even man's
justice pays a token homage to the commandment,"
"THOU SHALT NOT KILL."*( Is the sixth commandment
out of the TEN COMMANDMENTS.)
[ Many blue states and their sanctuary cities 'Have a
catch and release policy, especially for illegal
immigrants, regardless' of whether it is classified
as a Class A felony or not. ]
Those who commit murder shall not inherit the kingdom
of God. "For without are dogs, sorcerers and whore
mongers,and murders! The Love Verse, John 3:16
says," For God so loved the world, that he gave his only
Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
but have everlasting life."
by Roxanne Dubarry
November 13, 1987
revised version: ( words contained both in
parenthesis) and [brackets added later]
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
February 20, 2026
Welcome, Summer
by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft,
since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather
and driven away her long nights’ frosts.
Saint Valentine, in the heavens aloft,
the songbirds sing your praises together!
Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft,
since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather.
We have good cause to rejoice, not to scoff,
since love’s in the air, and also in the heather,
whenever we find such blissful warmth, together.
Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft,
since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather
and driven away her long nights’ frosts.
Whoso List to Hunt
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch
Whoever longs to hunt, I know the deer;
but as for me, alas!, I may no more.
This vain pursuit has left me so bone-sore
I'm one of those who falters, at the rear.
Yet friend, how can I draw my anguished mind
away from the doe? Thus, as she flees before
me, fainting I follow. I must leave off, therefore,
since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Whoever seeks her out, I relieve of any doubt,
that he, like me, must spend his time in vain.
For graven with diamonds, set in letters plain,
these words appear, her fair neck ringed about:
"Touch me not, for Caesar's I am,
And wild to hold, though I seem tame."
Brut
by Layamon, circa 1100 AD, an excerpt
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Now he stands on a hill overlooking the Avon,
seeing steel fishes girded with swords in the stream,
their swimming days done,
their scales a-gleam like gold-plated shields,
their fish-spines floating like shattered spears.
If you see a busker singing for tips, you're seeing someone carrying on an Anglo-Saxon tradition that goes back to the days of Beowulf …
He sits with his harp at his thane's feet,
Earning his hire, his rewards of rings,
Sweeping the strings with his skillful nail;
Hall-thanes smile at the sweet song he sings.
—"Fortunes of Men" loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Keywords/Tags: Chaucer, rondel, roundel, welcome, summer, sun, winter, weather, frost, songbirds, song, love, night, nights, ice, icy, heaven, heavens, sky, Wyatt, hunt, busker, thanes, Anglo-Saxon, Beowulf
June 29 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 29-31
Key Verse – Proverbs 29:25 The fear of man bringeth a snare: but whoso putteth his trust in the LORD shall be safe.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SAFETY KEEPER
Lord God, You are my safety Keeper by Your wisdom
Thank You for establishing me in Your kingdom
With Your granted righteousness-freedom
So that I can engage in Your work without boredom.
Lord God, You are my safety Keeper by Your uprightness
Thank You for keeping me in Your ruling truthfulness
With Your life-changing faithfulness
So that I can delight engage in Your lovingkindness.
Lord God, You are my safety Keeper by Your correction
Thank You for imparting me doctrines Your instruction
With Your blessed instruction
So that I can follow Your heavenly direction.
Lord God, You are my safety Keeper by Your reign
Thank You for leading me toward servanthood-terrain
With Your kingly guidance of everlasting domain
So that I can rise from worldliness, worthlessly vain.
Lord God, You are my safety Keeper by Your teaching
Thank You for strengthening me along attitude-stretching
With Your sanctifying preaching
So that I can abide in Your virtues’ enriching.
Lord God, You are my safety Keeper by Your goodness-ways
Thank You for instilling in me new-creation rays
With Your bountiful provisions all the days
So that I can share Your grace of no delays.
Lord God, You are my safety Keeper by Your hand
Thank You for exhorting me to reach Your standard-demand
With Your encouragement for joyous stand
So that I can excel in Your praise while reaching the promised land.
June 29, 2023