In cavernous Swiss bank vaults
Slavery, is a word filed under anecdotes as valued as gold caught
By some inbred morons I’m told
To be resuscitated, wasn’t evil then
Elated? There was power to be
Used, unabated they put leaders; into
State shoes, ‘no matter if they chafed em’ paid for like goods
To lead, astray whole nations
Unto tangled brambles of fanciful
Climate alarmist notions, sickness was their remedy
In fact; they even introduced the maladies!
With them it’s all just theatre and hype; they have a
Consistency like tripe. Just a body of
Flatulence…..Craving much
Opulence, descendants of nazis
With all that old nonsense if you
Just tease, the narrative of disasters, you’ll find they
Are fully plastered; zonked out on toxins
Remote of awareness, default locked
Of cognition' lacking, no empathy;
Just histrionics; is all I see is big
Plans they sure thunk-em, yet
‘Twas. ‘All the bunkum that sunk em.’
©Joe Maverick 4-12-2025
Birds fruitless trees forsake,
Swans and cranes leave dried lake,
Courtesans scarce to wealth-less cling,
Counsellors leave a corrupt king,
Honey bees flee from lifeless flower,
Beasts forsake a forest on fire,
Motive-dunk men in self are sunk,
In this world, who to whom is dear?
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Translation |17.08.2024| free verse, love, self-interest
The Sanskrit verse:
vrksham ksheena-phalam tyajanti vihagaah, shushkam sarah saarasaah
nir-dravyam purushham tyajanti ganikaah, bhrashtam nrpam mantrinah |
pushpam paryushhitam tyajanti madhupaah, dagdham vana-antam mrgaah
sarvah kaarya-vashaat-janah abhi-ramate, tat kasya Kah vallabhah ||
if attributes of form
are diminished
will presence
not contract
and so seek
restoration of joy
enabled by aliveness
thus signalling bondage
to ephemerality of dreams
instead of imbibing the truth
bliss that does not come and go
Self appraising himself as a monk awake,
immune from life's outcomes, always elated,
he woke up one morning and began to shake,
quaking in fear, so had to be sedated.
No longer could he be placid like a lake,
for his feeble form's gender was rotated!
The roots of conditioning go in quite deep,
so it's best we assume nothing; let grace seep.
11-October-2022
The rot has sunk in deep ~
tragic is our stupor,
trauma bonding with pain,
enslaved by dark desires,
cleansing not, our soul’s stain.
The rot has sunk in deep ~
we know not who we are,
yet seek not truth of life,
adrift thus rudderless,
engaged in needless strife.
The rot has sunk in deep ~
we’re in inner conflict,
head and heart misaligned,
deaf to voice of conscience,
soul’s to darkness consigned.
The rot has sunk in deep ~
scarred is heart’s innocence,
love suffused as a child,
now soiled by our ego,
plunged into tempests wild.
19-May-2022
Notice our subtle resistance
Manifest as hesitancy
Mitigating exuberance
Our lower mind delinquency
Myriad illusions confound
Notice our subtle resistance
We are yet to mind-body bound
Recognising not divine dance
We first look to our convenience
Subject-object relationship
Notice our subtle resistance
Foolish game of one-upmanship
Oh hermit, know God alone is
Rekindle innate innocence
Imbibe elixir of bliss fizz
Notice our subtle resistance
23-June-2021
Gender determined behavioural change
Looking at wayside beggars with disdain
Religious bias, our prejudice strange
Fairer skin colour, making us feel vain
The way we dress and speak, ego complex
Shifty eyes belie, that our heart is stained
Conflicting emotions, puzzle and vex
In truth we yearn for childlike innocence
This life game of pretence, leaves us perplexed
Let us rise hermit, from our fallen stance
Death will come one day, meanwhile let us dance
19-June-2021
Religious sermons invoking deep fear
damage the fabric of gullible souls,
inducing deluded beliefs that sears,
labelling God as a revengeful ghoul;
far cry from touch of love, making us whole.
The rot of religion has sunk in deep.
The path is easy; preachers make it steep.
Reject, oh hermit, teachings that contract.
Gods love alone real and in all hearts seeps,
which purity of heart, gently attracts.
06-February-2021
Deep in the crevice of your heart
where only darkness lives
is the stillborn that I long to rescue
something has to give
March 23, 2019
for the writing challenge
When you release the
words, your curled fingers
burst into flame.
It was an ancient filth,
a bird fighting in the mud-
house of quote-unquote.
Someone navigated
over the bald heads to find
a landing place for a cuckoo.
Between real and fiction,
you cannot write a hymn
in praise of satan, called god.
I am done with the darkness
all around, and rip open
the wall to let in the jupiter.
Satish Verma
Slowly, you falter; slowly you fall.
Slowly you're pulled; tugged, dragged.
Isn't there a build up?
A growth of emotion being hidden?
Hidden for some time now.
It's difficult to divulge; to show,
Isn't it?
Slowly, you falter; slowly you fall.
Slowly you're pulled; tugged, dragged.
Sunk.
Atlantis
> Atlantis broke into Islands three
> Back in ancient antiquity
> The redskin Nations emigrated
> Mound builders on the Mississippi, generated
>
> Some ***** people now in Africa
> Have the very dark reddish hue
> All around the great Atlantic
> Pyramids the Aztecs too.
>
> Atlantis once more was a sinking
> By boat they went to nations new
> Fought ancient Greeks, who were a thinking
> The Dark side nation’s violence grew
>
> The final cataclysm occured
> Rock from heaven drowned the land
> Atlantic full of mud , Solon iinferred
> Then came Egypyt ‘s, outpost grand
>
> Sons of the law of one god
> Built great pyramid, yes they knew
> Artisans put the blocks together
> Perfect cut with lines so true
>
> Ra Ta and Mercury the Architect......(was Ra the sun god.&.Mercury/Thoth)
> Built this monument of the ages
> Engineering lasting almost perfect..........(Kunkel says water pump Pyramid)
> Forgotten, Alexandria's library burned the pages
(burnt by Romans last time?)
>Don Johnson
raise the titanic
looking for poetry words
they heard they left 'em
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