Golden shovel
Come
Forth— Oh my
Child. Heed! Your spade
is your brush; the muse over there
has bestowed upon us. Understand what it is!
Never heed the insolents who yell to thine ears “No!”
Follow your glad visions like did those of the ancient.
“Lost pockets. None of us are esteemed gentlemen;
Our hope had gone to dust”— There is not a “But”
You may not be like your fathers: gardeners
And certainly not like your grandfathers: ditchers.
But life granted you its goldest shovel, and
Now you are its grave-makers.
A Radiant Lovely Kingdom’s Great Magical Tale:
In Cyneburg’s field, far in the meadow
Of one royal fortress, old and mellow;
There, a small house—well-built—smiles,
Strong foundation—layers of bricks and tiles.
Graced by Gods’ generous favors: gratitude expressing,
The house earns heavens’ highest blessing;
Its inhabitants: most merciful—they sympathize;
Their eyes most compassionate, more than they realize.
On a rock, basking in the shining light,
I see the precious darlings most bright;
Near the river lake underneath the waterfall,
There sits: Merry Beloveds! You all!
O prosperous Roman Goddess of mirth, I shall write;
And to our home, I’ll bring joy and delight!
Knight
Ever since the day I hatched on earth
Life wished to assess my worth
As I cross its lands, sands, and oceans,
It claws ferociously at my knightly armor.
Carrying the burden of the world on my back,
with its expectations dangling off my neck,
I inch slowly towards the unknown.
"The journey is long. You can't make it."
whispered the Great White Bird
And what it utters may be truthful,
For each step I take,
I tumble on my back.
Often, one wishes to hide inside forever
when the rotten smell of danger
floats in the air;
And crawl into the darkest corner,
As cowardice consumes one's noble heart.
Though, I can’t shield myself for eternity
For I am sturdy yet delicate.
Oh only if I can hear the way…
I feel the faint trembling of the ground
beneath me
and suddenly remember
I am a child of resilience
Life's tragedies are the foundation
Of my experience
And my duty is to light
the torch of knowledge.
I lift the tragic veil and
slowly raise my head.
I crawl steadily once again,
Unstoppable;
knees dragging across the floor.
Now, even the pinching pressure
can’t crack my solid determination.
In the distance,
I finally see
The doors of my destiny open wide
The smell of fresh salt fills my lungs
The sweet breeze caresses my bald head
At last,
The gleeful ticking clock of the cosmos halts
The gracious night falls with its bright stars
The gentle waves crash against every inch of my existence
And with
Each step
I make
I drown
In reassurance
“I made it…”
Try thinking outside the box,
For the secret code lies in the sauce!