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 Wisdom is a song. It is not seriousness. It is playfulness. It is not sad. It is celebrating. And unless wisdom is a song it is not true. Then it is only knowledge, mere knowledge. It is only pretending to be wisdom. But real wisdom that can also become a song, that ultimately becomes a song, is born only out of  meditation. There is no other way.
Rajasir


By the People.....................?
by Raja Sharma (Age: 46)
copyright 02-28-2009





A modern Macbeth somberly attired,
Surrounding macaques all cleverly share.
Macaws in all parliaments hardly tired
Of painting macabre now everywhere.


Lady Macbeths smile and fly in glory,
Unheedful of the whines of distant roads.
The approaching drums of time feel sorry
To remind the stories of painful loads.


Tenure ends and protagonist is changed,
with fresh promises in new bottles of death.
Own is all and others chessmen in range
To be hired and fired in classified breath.


Now I wait for Duncan's Resurrection
To mend damaged bliss with Godly action.



Rajasir
..............................................
  Brother Arthur G. Finch

 

A Distant Star
by Arthur G. Finch (Age: 76)
copyright 07-13-2009


As the Shepherds huddled by the fire,
Dreading the time they must retire.
The thoughts of sleep on stony ground,
Did not lead them to dreams profound.

They tossed and turned throughout the night,
Then they saw a peculiar sight.
Away above the field a far,
One thought he saw a moving star.

"It moves!" he said, with a shout,
"I wonder what it's all about!"
The night grew still as they appeared,
"It is a miracle!" And they cheered.

A choir of angels came to sing,
Also a message they did bring,
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
The shepherds to the earth did bend...

They bowed before the angel host,
Some shepherds ran away to boast,
The others to the manger fled,
And saw their savior in His bed.

Wise men saw his star in the east,
Came to Bethlehem, eyes to feast.
Upon the Christ and God of old,
With their frankincense, myrrh, and gold.

Two-thousand years, few things have changed,
But a few things have been rearranged.
Our practice here is quite unique
So come along and take a peek.

Coupled with medicine, ministry.
To heal the sick and do it free,
For those who are unable to pay,
We give them service and we pray.

Love, it is an amazing tool,
Helps one follow the golden rule.
To others do what you would do,
If you were them and they were you!

Keith and Debra, Your Physicians,
and our staff have one ambition,
To see you well throughout the year,
And fill your Christmas with Good Cheer.

From our families and spouses
Carol and Glenn and members,
Of our staff we wish you and yours,
A Blest Christmas and New Year.






Arthur G. Finch © Julu 2009


 



Blue Flower
by Raja Sharma

Copyright 12-03-2008


 

Love to me is not a bard's metaphor
An ardent longing with myriad shadows
My love Marvell's mistress at a distant shore.


Play did I with passion when youth was prime
Pray, play of bodies was Phoenix revived
Wanton ways did this body sway with time.


Ever faithful, forever your, is noise
Heard learned applied was Novella's Flower
Clamoring world leaves poet sans any choice.


Come once slowly, don't tread, hark this heart's call
Shed self, discern vision with heart not eyes
This outcast Odysseus has love for all.

11th of September 2008

 


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The Future of Collaborative Fiction
Story Mash, the future of collaborative fiction. A creative writing community for authors, amateur writers, readers and anyone interested in collaborative fiction and collaborative creative writing.

BC to AD


Walk three Magi, time BC,

Morning star pursue with glee.


A Child is born to alter course,

Find to kill, use every force.


King H. proud in power blind,

Fear and death akin in mind.


Baby Boy then Man Sage Lord,

Son own human form praise God.


Dark minds philistine with fear

Crucify Lord with thieves near.


One Soul Divine missed say me,

Death gave time new page AD.



Rajasir 3rd August 2008



 


My Dancing God

By Rajasir

He dances; He revels,
His nature so excels.

You saint sad shroud,
Life taint mad crowd.

He grows; His flowers grow,
He sows this, cowards mow.

You cocooned mad saint,
Rue, befooled sad paint.

He my dancing God Divine;
Grape shy trancing Lord in vine.

You cry His name all in vain,
Avarice, hate, then fall in pain.

He life bestows to live 'n' grow,
See he bellows Lo! kill 'n' throw.

Make His dance your rosy France.
Take a glance my poesy dance.


Stories from Heart

Life is an uncertain and unpredictable preparation for death, so let's make this happier by sharing our thoughts and sentiments and learning from one another-Rajasir.

Having gone through thousands of books in my life, I find that my desire is still insatiable, but when I turn to the modern writers, I find that majority of them write for their various reasons and none of them write for the sake of writing, and I hardly find the punctuated lines of Bacon, witty satire of Swift, aphorism of Bertrand Russell, direct indirect style of Hemingway, description of Thomas Hardy, technicalities of Addison, Steel, and Charles Lamb, the profoundness of discourse, use of precise diction, and what I find is merely an ugly reflection of the writings of the past masters.

Not that there are no good writers, there are many but due to economic and geographical reasons they don't get access to the publishers who are gathering their bounty by publishing rich writers, irrespective of the value of the content and style of writing.

Though there are many writing contests, I find that almost all of them are highly manipulated and organized to increase the popularity of their sites or organizations.

The art of writing is gradually diminishing because the modern generation avoids the volumes of books which they must have read before picking the pen.

I might be highly opinionated but I can't help it. I would not like to get any negative feedback because I have not written this piece to instruct you or guide you, it is a kind of catharsis to me. I had to say and I have said it.

I love you all

Rajasir

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