(a series of Senryus)
Oh merciless tease,
heaven’s greatest injustice
must be temptation
There is no sense in
in the sensual and no real
care in the carnal
They’d begun the rites,
delights and wrongs of such love
an unworthy two
Anointed and sworn
by covenants to faithful
others as they were
Was a single kiss
what set the violently
borne fire of thirst?
Which, carried by the
winds of want, brought misfortune
and misadventure
There followed a swift
contract to sin that enriched
impractical love
Their delightful and
perfect lowliness of mind
banished dull conceits
And then afterwards,
a bookful of non-binding
promises of love
.
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A song for this
the feeling by Steve Lacy [E]
Dear love,
My dear sweetest crime,
How long can you last?
One moment you are with me,
The next you are gone.
You who see nothing
And forget nothing,
How many eyes do you have
That you can’t see our precious tears and faded joy?
You exist without seeing lives perish,
All for you.
My dearest love,
You, merciless force that fuels life,
Why imprison the world?
Everybody needs you and yet you hurt.
People give up everything for you,
But you keep demanding.
How ruthless you are, my greedy love,
That your pocket never gets full.
The world is lame,
All because you come and go.
In the furnace of the world, merciless yet full of light,
Stubbornness is the ship that carries us on seas of dreams,
Joy is a dancing flame on waves of ash,
The paradox of life, a rainbow in the storm, misunderstood.
Under the harsh sky, the stars sing their silence in whispers,
And happiness is a volcano erupting from mountains of ice,
In a world of iron, our hearts are fireflies,
Carried by cold winds to horizons of memory.
In a valley of shadows, where time becomes a shadow,
We embrace the light like an old, lost friend,
With stubbornness, we weave smiles into golden tapestries,
And in the dance of life, we find our place on the eternal stage.
In the world's fire, where pain and joy are twins,
We carry our dreams like treasures in an ocean of ash,
And each day, we learn to listen to the symphony of silence,
For in the chaos of life, we are born again and again.
The petulant midday sun
Raging, blazing, vindictive orbit at its zenith
It's blinding glare, a white hot disc
Scorching and oppressive
Over the earth and living ones
A merciless sentinel in the cerulean sky
Wrapping us in its stifling embrace
A shimmering mirage dancing in the air.
They dwell in a far off dry wood,
Browse but on hardy grass no good,
Drink left o’er water in restraint,
Even then, poor deer do get slain.
Who can amuse men of mean mood?
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Translation |19.10.2024|men, deer, please
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Here it says: ever scared of men, deer dwell far off in the forest, browse on hardy grass, and drink water left over for them. Even then they are hunted down by men. Who can please, placate these ruthless men? The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Vasanti aranyeshu, charanti doorvaah,
pibanti toyaan a-parigrahaani |
Tathaa api vadhyaa harinaa naraanaam,
kah lokam aaraadhayitum samarthah ||
Human without humanity is a merciless beast
It doesn't matter how educated he is
Human without humanity is a merciless beast
It doesn't matter how many degrees he has
Human without humanity is a merciless beast
It doesn't matter how good looking he is
Human without humanity is a merciless beast
It doesn't matter how rich he is
Human without humanity is a merciless beast
It doesn't matter who he is
Human without humanity is a merciless beast.
Ibad kis kaam ki taleem aur parhai
Agar zindagi kisi kay kaam na ie.
And away
Serene looking sky
Seems to be holding the earth and comforting
Come up with any magic trick
The invisibility is locked
Where the earth would be lonely again
Without locking the doors of the eyes
I'm looking at that in the tumor mirror
Many nights
Revolving around his eyes
However, his eyes are looking hopefully towards the sky
Hungry survivors sit on the farm
This merciless heat
smothers the earth
with air-less wings
It creeps in by degrees
stifling life's breeze
gives Nature short shrift
until it lifts
The Moon and the night companion,
March for the same journey
The journey of sky,
The Moon fills her solitude with the promises
Promises of lifetime togetherness and love,
and the night flaunts on his promises with the air’s verse,
Unblemished each other
The moon is languid without her,
And night is sombre without him
How moron are both of them
Don’t realise that their fate holds the new moon
See God has become a schemer,
Then how his creation the human could remain untouched by his flair,
Yes, the new moon will be repeated
Whenever two lovers will swear up of life time togetherness and love,
And then a group of God’s intellectual creation will put two lovers into the dark of loneliness…
There once was a wolf, who craved for food,
It had evil intentions, and never thought good.
One day it noticed six fluffy goats,
Took one of them and grabbed it by the throat.
Then went for the second and scorched it in a blaze,
And on the third goat it had set its gaze.
It ripped the third into pieces apart,
And ate the liver and chewed the heart.
Then took the fourth and dangled it high,
It shouted for help but no one heard its cry.
And soaked the fifth into water so chilling,
The poor little goat had died a death so thrilling.
The wolf grabbed the sixth and threw it down a pit,
Then smiled the merciless wolf, who hesitated not even a bit.
Unbelievable
What I see vice grips my soul
A heatwave rises
And I find myself asking
How can you be? Will you be?
Rhinoceros and elephants
are hunted for their horns...
there are very few extant:
profit has a malicious intent!
Predators are to blame for the merciless
slaughtering...they attack these harmless,
huge animals grazing on the vast plains
of Africa: hear their cry in the wilderness!
For every animal they kill...
there should be a stiff penalty,
a punitive incarceration until
they realize their cruelty!
It's unlikely that this trade stops,
there'll be more mad hunters
who will terrify these creatures...
while they roam on dry pastures!
Listen I tell you
As time goes by,
The songbirds tune
Becomes a melancholy cry.
Watch as the skin
Becomes wrinkled and worn,
For the fabric of time
Can never be torn.
Feel the memories
Fade away,
The sunny blue skies
Become a cloudy grey.
Time, precious time,
Is all that I need,
Oh time, why must you fly
At such a speed?
A Merciless Life By Robert Denton (June 2015)
I have walked a merciless life.
Bombed and battered with precision.
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
Bombed and battered with precision.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
To have free will is not my decision.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
With the hadron collider and travel through space.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Planned depopulation, just to save face.
Bombed and battered with precision
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
I have walked a merciless life.
The tiles upon the floor
are creaking like the door.
We're doomed to the thieving,
their wicked hearts beating
for money, we have no more.
Our windows freely swing,
letting in horrible stink,
we live by pure luck,
but mostly it sucks;
items are stolen in a blink.
The neighbor's hounds are dopes.
they allow the thieves to roam.
Burglars invade,
thieves come to stay,
My, I think I am broke!
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