The golden line of sanguine heart
That noble friendship sets apart,
I wonder what’s the test,
If indirect at best,
As touchstone be in a gold mart.
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Translation |29.01.2025|gold, friendship, test
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. The poet of this verse wonders on the friendship of two hearts on the same wave length. What could be a dividing line to test their closeness? These golden hearts are then compared with gold in the market, where a touchstone tests its purity. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows (sandhi duly separated):
Sauhaarda svarna rekhaanaam,
uccha avacha bhidaa jushaam |
Paroksham iti kah api asti,
pareekshaa nikasha-upalah || 201||
Dream peep of early gold rim halo
August riser gleeful in exalted chant
Yield to dulcet chirp from ornate winger
Sunburst orange red splash of heaven
Taunt and tease ocean blue mist eyes
Amber warm rays dazzle pearl clad beach
Revere the hue-rich magic spectra veil
Designed by glow world spirit apt
Aligning deft nirvana enigmatic
You’ll embrace a stunning touchstone
Strewn amid solid crystal bounty
Traipsing vivid emerald paths ahead
Amazed by wondrous vista woven
Redolent of chalk mark visual rife
Dabble in the morn’s first usher
Archway to vibrant wakener within
Yen for ample stimulus astride
Sensory luxuriance devoid of match
Tangled web surfeit found epic
Aching surge of tinted aspect
Rhythmic ripples on beaded brow
I AM a Warrior, I AM a King
I AM a Soul of Sovereignty,
I AM a Champion, I AM Unique
I AM a Product of my Beliefs,
I AM a Conqueror, I AM Pristine
I Rise Upright Spiritually,
I AM a Solar Zenith, I AM Divine
I AM a Touchstone Apex of Empyreal Light,
I AM the Epitome of Glory, Royal by the Fire
I AM a Solar Storm, Burning Ever-Brighter
Golden by the Virtues, Heroic by the Blood
I AM Triumphant, Sound the Trumpets and Drums
New Year Same Quest, I AM Resilient
I AM Persistent, I AM Ebullient
Never Ceasing, I AM Perpetual
Ever-Enduring, Ever-Unconventional
Against the Grain up the Mountain Tops
Ascending Peaks like a Juggernaut,
I AM a Paragon
I AM a Luminous Phenomena,
Forging Epics on this Quest Like...
I AM Iron Legend, like Ancient Times
COLLECTIONS
elegant effervescent
stylishly
arranged
savoured
in complexity
encounters
with the past
tenderness
interacting
with
enthusiasm
throughout
to
become
a touchstone
of
human cost
of the
realities
of sheer desperation
yet
the magnetism
lives on
in
warm memories
for
who has a winning hand?
Slowly, I draw a deep breath before closing my eyes,
then picture I am floating on a white wispy cloud.
In my nebulous vision, I am not veiled in disguise,
for I've no need when riding high above the crowd.
Is there a touchstone on which my alignment is founded?
And is my mind too inundated with life's trivial details?
Sometimes I'm uncertain if my thoughts are grounded.
When traveling forward or backward, often serenity derails.
I debate myself over goals with serious contention,
and it's an ongoing battle, trying to decide... yes or no
to questions I don't want to answer. I need an intervention
about my dueling opinions. Neither of them will let it go.
Is it possible I can just continue gliding along above it all?
I'm not interested in chasing rainbows to find a pot of gold,
or losing what's important, if from this cloud I should fall.
If so, I'd enjoy blissful contentment every day, tenfold.
You're the only thing that seems real
By Michelle Morris
13/08/2020
You're the only thing that seems real
in this crazy universe;
A touchstone of pure when
everything is in reverse...
I look into your eyes and see
my love for you returned;
Of passion and friendship that
will continue to burn...
Like a cleansing flame
that cannot be doused;
We're soulmates together always,
like the fairy tales espouse...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
You are the uncompromising truth
You are the fearless lover of the Messenger of Allah
You are perfect, you are the pure believer
You are the sacrificed being to the honored Awliah
You are an indomitable soldier in the realm of true knowledge
You are the only preacher of all truth
But still, you fear those whom you accuse as liars
Yet you fear those whom you have judged to be hellish
Yet you fear those whom you despise as hypocritical wise, adulterous believers
What do you want Mr. Perfectionist of everything?
Confirmation biased or weakness of faith is your fear
It is your fear of ego that has raised you to only judge others
Your fear is what makes you quick to judge others
The true light of knowledge can allow everything equally
The true light of believers can allow everyone equally
As the touchstone method, the truth can change all
No fear, no judgment in the truth works as a troll
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
05/06/2023
I am very blessed to live by the ocean. The ocean is an amazing place that we as humans know very little about. It remains a beautiful mystery.
The ocean
By Michelle Morris
09/04/2020
I watch the ocean
Every day;
From tranquil to stormy -
Always constant,
Come what may.
Reflecting the truth
That life will go on,
No matter the season,
No matter the qualm.
Depths unknown,
Mysteries thrill;
Never ceasing,
Never still.
I watch the ocean
Every night;
It is my touchstone,
A visual delight...
Speaking to me directly;
My soul's core.
Always a reminder of
Heaven's power.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
sawed-off on the
crimson emerald from a cloudy sky
squeal
and, at times, the reason
low-slung why
sparkles of a pearly salver
modicum of encrusted damask mist
befuddles me
albeit
moon, amber, and opalescence
spawn a charming sight
the perspective
strikes each crevice of the flesh.
and psyche advise
shrouded in a cinereous cloud
hapless and helpless, a glum-blue wolf
growls out a bluesy bemoan.
creating a lacuna
of gallivant love touchstone
leaden wails of anguish
rhythmic echoed refrain
plainchants of auric yearning
reminiscent of challah
aiming for eleemosynary seeds
cahoots to germinate and thrive
2nd place contest winner
Written: March 20, 2023
A Strand No 1201 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
My Poem is-
Stale flowers of barren lover
No touchstone water, no fertilizer
-Poem is empty wine bottle
No one is interested there
-Poem is withered leaves
West wind blows away far
-Poem is breathless corpse
All are busy to bury in sham tear
-Poem is glittering dew
Under sunshine it’s fading bare
-Poem is yellowish spring
Winter cell strips off sly wear
-Poem is defilement of outraged girl
Stuff of enjoyment in cheap censure
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
January 23, 2023
FEELINGS
a
very
reflective time
unfolding
a strong
sense
of
being
cherished
nerves
raw
&
exposed
&
yet
sympathetico
co
to
intellectual
development
patient
desires
in
culturally
frank
innocence
&accomplished
receiving
chimed
rising
tides
on forgotten
times
CHALLENGES
a touchstone
so
familiar
its
beauty
falling
shadowing
the ego
a natural
rarity
in
a
perfect
range
of moods
sombre
to facile
to
illustrate
complling
connotation
of the
unconscious
sonorous
&imposing
a
cascading
momentum
in
exact
equivalence
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
You often pondered,
behind your plastic door
and pretentious smile,
could I be her friend? The pressure
of being needed could hijack
your life, your perfection,
your impassive popularity.
Then you saw her
close her eyes tight
as if she were playing dead,
and noticed the tiny trenches
of all her tears.
Her weak smile scared you into feeling
something far away and true,
and when she laughed, you knew
it was genuine.
Her humanity left you
bleeding, and you could taste
the earthiness of the elements
at your core.
So you forgot her, but in your dreams
she is more alive. She is freed
by her imperfection and
becomes the world
you straddle.
Maybe you weren’t the only one.
Maybe she was lonely.
If only you had more time
to understand her permeable existence,
she could have uncaged you,
and you could have been
her touchstone.
If only...
Contest: Pick-a-Title, Vol. 30
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date: 5/10/22
William, you may be too young to realize
that Audrey is a "Plane Jane", and certainly no prize.
Anyone saying she loves you would be feeding you lies.
There are many maidens more attractive to your eyes.
There is another admirer. You are not alone.
Audrey is already in love with the fool named Touchstone.
This guy may be comical, and act like a clown,
but he is strong enough to kick your butt out of town.
Being unsuccessful is considered by anyone a pity.
Just put her in the file cabinet marked "past history".
Based on the play "As You Like It" by William Shakespeare
Orlando has written a lot of love poetry.
Written on leaflets, they have been placed on every tree.
Ubiquitous in the Arden woods, they are easy to see.
Orlando expresses his love for Rosalind freely.
His wording is not good, and his rhymes are lousy.
Rosalind now roams these woods, but is not alone.
Joining her are cousin Alena and the fool named Touchstone.
However, Rosalind's identity you will not recognize.
She is now called Ganymede, and is a man in disguise.
Since you defeated Charles the wrestler, she's been in love with you.
A reuniting with Rosalind is just about due.
Based on the play "As You Like It" by William Shakespeare
Remastered memories
renovated compromises
Say thy brother's name
Touchstone compadres
Manifest of broken years
Be thy brother's keeper
Astral time prisms
empirical passengers
Keep thy brother's heart
Light years of reverence
99 flavors of forever
Hold thy brother in arms
Detour ahead----
Over the rainbow realm
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