Progeny of the people of merit,
May not for sure would inherit merit.
Take fire and sandalwood,
The ash born smells no good,
To wit, O never generalize a bit.
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Translation |27.01.2025|
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This verse says that the progeny of people of merit may not necessarily inherit the merit. Sandalwood is all fragrant but when burnt along with fire the ash produced is not so fragrant. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Na vyaaptireshaa guninah
gunavaan jaayate dhruvam |
Chandana-anala sandagdhah
na bhasma surabhi kvachit || 203 ||
I know that life is a continuous fight,
Who can hear a quiet person might?
May today be a celebration for mankind,
I will distribute my poems left and right!
Let my poems flash like lightning slights,
Let it intensify as my inspiration strikes.
My thoughts are deeper than the sea,
I know it will never run out as lights!
I distribute my poems without pain,
Let my poems bring people to gain.
Even seven layers of heaven fit my chest,
What is a poem like a drop of rain?
Let my poems be food for the immortals,
Let it be a star when man seeks true and false.
Let be light which seen from afar,
To the country whose hopes are worse!
Come on!
Come and take fire from me double!
Take double fire and kill up trouble!
Without extinguishing the flame of my poem,
Take a fire on the future tower!
Arguing over time the Poem will fly,
It does not fade like a star in the sky.
Until the last man remains will be alive,
I will leave this world with a goodbye!
soft light falls
in golden hues
white crystals take fire
in breaking dawn
bright sounding laughter
on gentle breeze
of innocent joy
growing louder
eyes quickly glancing
with newest seeing
discovering footsteps
their changes made
thoughts are dancing
through simple visions
of shaping changing
of what might be
fingers tiny
exploring touching
shaping forming
thoughts burst free
see visions
hands then forming
building the shapes
of youthful dreams
skin is cooling
breeze is a growing
flowing more quickly
across the sand
fire is fading
growing dimmer
in distant darkness
upon the sea
dark high castles
steal the daylight
and the warmth
of the day
waves once lapping
now are rolling
with foam breaking
and growing high
water does slowly
at the dreams eat
foaming over
erasing away
in empty darkness
restless ocean
waves caressing
smoothing all away
at days ending
in growing darkness
dreams are gone
as never were
The statesman ascended the podium and though
Heckled, he bravely prepared and delivered
Everything in his mind in a foreign nation
“Usually I thank whoever hosts me anywhere
Not a lie I ever told; I have enjoyed all my desires
Unless you reject, when you come to my home I’ll revenge
Suffering with transport is impossible in the nation I lead
Under me I will build everywhere bus park for airplanes
And I have a program for a whole one year
Listen to me carefully;
Sincerely I will take fire everywhere
People’s homes I will take fire, streets, and hotels
Everyone will be happy when fire burns all places
Even industries will have fire burning
Come, you will see with your eyes,
Heaven on earth in my country”
BIG IDEAS
UNG!!!! Fire was the big idea
Flaming Woolly Mammoth on a hot stick
OHH!! The wheel was the big idea
Woolly Mammoth are heavy
Caves were the big idea
Condos of cohabitation.
Cave Drawings were the big idea
Decorative stories
Road Trips were the big idea
Keep moving with the food
Evolution was the big idea
Creatively adapt to change
Music was the big idea
Drums and whistles and chants
Dance was the big idea
Moving in the fire’s glow
Words were the big idea
The poetry of survival
Texting was the big idea
Messages scratched on a wall
Moving out was the big idea
UNG!!! Take fire with you
John G. Lawless
5/17/2015
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