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(News: A top US immigration official has revised a quote inscribed on the Statue of Liberty in defense of a new policy that denies food aid to legal migrants. So we have  a sonnet and a new title to celebrate it:-benny)

 

Lancet Anyone?

Not like the suntann’d squire of golf links

With executive rights whining from coast to coast:

Here at last foul mouthed, maniacal boast,

He reveals his true self and his links

To white supremacists Aryans and such kinks-

Tossed from tree mired in dirt ‘n ground frost:

Liberty shall no more be commended

Nor its strength restor’d, not until truth sinks:

Liberty for few is bondage for the whole,

Soul of nation so shall in shame suffer.

Show me what good has done for your soul

Than set the basest of the base to revere

And your vaunted freedom worse than a boil

Fouling and dragging down the body entire.

Benny

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The book has 128 pages and the cover illustration shows the Mayor parleying with Prince al-Wa’sik. Size:6×9″

The Myrtle

There lived in the village of Miano a man and his wife, who had no children. The woman constantly harped on her misery: “O heavens! if I might but have a little baby—I should not care, were it even a sprig of a myrtle.” At last her wish was granted; and at the end of nine months, instead of a little boy or girl, she placed in the hands of the nurse a fine sprig of myrtle. This she planted with great delight in a pot, as fancy as a crib of a royal baby.

Now the King’s son happening to pass by, as he was going to hunt, took a liking for the myrtle in a pot and the sight was unusual  and directly went in and offered to buy it. He would not take no for an answer. The woman put a thousand difficulties and refusals but when he threatened force relented at last. She gave him the pot, beseeching him to hold it dear, for she loved it more than a daughter, and valued it as much as if it were her own offspring. It was thus the Prince had the flower-pot carried with the greatest care in the world into his own chamber. He had placed it in a balcony, and tended and watered it with his own hand.

It happened one evening, when the Prince had gone to bed, and put out the candles, and all were at rest and in their first sleep, that he heard the sound of some one stealing through the house, and coming cautiously towards his bed. Half asleep he put out his hand to feel prickles. He thought it at first a hedgehog and then he saw its form more fairy-like, like a moonbeam gliding: oh no it had form of a celestial creature with flaming red hair let loose; it even danced about his supine form and sat on his pillow as though it had come in for a chat! But as the dawn broke the prince woke and looked around. He was alone.

The unknown fair visitor had disappeared, leaving the Prince filled with curiosity and wonder. He looked forward to night. This went on for seven nights in a row. So on the eighth night he managed to tie one of her tresses to his arm, that she might not escape; then he called a chamberlain, and bidding him light the candles, he saw a sight to amaze one.

The chamberlain crossed himself and made himself scarce.

The fairy offered herself to be his own if he would. Immediately he accepted her offer and thus she became his wife.

It so happened that the Prince was summoned to hunt a great wild boar which was ravaging the country. So he was forced to leave his wife. So after informing of his absence he said to her to go back to the pot in the balcony since his father insisted his presence during the hunt. “I will do so,” said the fairy, “but do me one favor; leave a thread of silk with a bell tied to the top of the myrtle, and when you come back pull the thread and ring, and immediately I will come out and say, Here I am.'”

The Prince did so, and then calling a chamberlain, said to him, “Come hither, come hither, you! ” He instructed what he had to do in his absence and ended by saying, “Make this bed every evening, as if I were myself to sleep in it. Water this flower-pot regularly, and mind, I have counted the leaves, and if I find one missing I will surely charge you to your regret.”

So saying he mounted his horse, and went, to join his father in the hunt. In the meanwhile seven wicked women, all spurned by the prince made a league to open the secret passageway the prince had shut. They sent for a mason who did as they told him to do. Thus they entered in the stealth of night went through the prince’s chamber to explore. But finding nothing, they opened the window; and when they saw the beautiful myrtle standing there, each of them plucked a leaf from it; but the youngest took off the entire top, to which the little bell was hung; and the moment it was touched the bell tinkled and the fairy, thinking it was the Prince, immediately came out.

As soon as the women saw this lovely creature they fastened their hands around the pot. Smashing the pot they pulled the plant apart ‘That serves you right; because of you we have been discarded.” The fairy simply laughed.

Meanwhile the next day chamberlain came to make the bed and water the flower-pot, according to his master’s orders, and seeing the balcony in shambles he swooned. For he saw nothing but seven firewood piled neatly on broken pot.

When the Prince came back from the chase, he faced a chamberlain falling down at his feet begging mercy. He narrated what happened. The prince went through rage, disappointment and then a shiver! He realized winter had come in early and he ordered the hearth to be lit using the firewood. Seven firewood must make a pretty sight when it is dry and burns well. What took his breath away was the outline of a myrtle tree in bluish light sputtering. ‘A marvelous sight it was, all the sparks dazzling and a voice from far away. “O love, a tree is not a tree nor a myrtle is myrtle.” The sound reminded him of his wife.

As he stood there wondering the fairy stepped from shadows. As large as life and behold in flesh and blood, and she raked the dying fire and said, ” Those jilted lovers are your past. You have put it behind you.” The prince embraced her and she was real. While he kissed her she murmured. “It hurt a little but they delivered me from my spell.”

The prince did not ask further and he pledged his fidelity to her and they called on the king and married them with pomp and great revelry.  In due time they became king and queen of that land and lived happily.

Benny

*The collection “Il Pentamerone” was first published at Naples by Giambattista Basile, who is believed to have collected them chiefly in Crete and Venice. The story has been adapted for this blog.

This is the concluding part of The Bible the Book of life, originally posted in Guide to His Word,-b

GuidetohisWord

The LORD thy God will raise up unto thee a Prophet from the midst of thee, of thy brethren, like unto me; unto him ye shall hearken; (Deut.18:15.Acts.3:22)”

Parallelism of Israel and the church refers to same persons and symbols significance of each, of course varies. The key verse spoken by Moses can well apply to Jesus as well as to Messiah who shall at the end times establish the Millennial Reign. The nation of Israel rejected the Servant King since they were seeking Messiah to deliver them from the Roman occupation. Both the Son of man and Messiah signify God the Son. Only in their understanding of the scriptures they were deceived.
Each has a symbol: Law of Moses represented by tablets of stone and the new covenant by blood with fleshy hearts (2 Cor.3:3;Ezek.36:26).
The Spirit in organizing narrative passages from God the Father and God the…

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My latest book to come out from Amazon.com is “In Search for the Book of Changes”- available as paperback and on kindle.

234 pages

kindle $3.94

paperback $11.00

A customer review will be much appreciated. Thanks.

  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1077182678
  • ISBN-13: 978-1077182677
  • Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.5 x 9 inches

 

What is the Book of Changes?

Whoever lays hold of it is the Left-handed Fox-Spirit. He shall with it set the pace in the spirit world and the humdrum lives of folks.

In the waning days of the Ming Dynasty two brothers set out to seek their father who has been dead for six years. Their father, a grandmaster in Black Art has left the Book of Changes and is up for grabs. There is a bitter struggle going on among other practitioners to occupy his place. The Book traces their parallel searches and when these meet the outcome is as harrowing as only a good ghost story well told can.

Wang and Lung are the last of the noble house of Chu K’wang. They are 14 and identical twins. Following some strange encounters they set out in search and find the body of their father. They are honour-bound to give their father a decent burial. But a series of events pitchfork them into the heart of the mystery over which the dark forces of spirit-world do play a part.

The twins need all help they can get. Their bumbling uncle a sea captain seems to thrive in blunders while their mysterious attendant at the climatic moment proves to be the man who would wrap up the loose ends of the mystery.

Thanks.

 

 

This scroll carrying ideogram for ‘tiger’ was an eyecatcher when I visited an exposition in Singapore. I bought it then but only today my wife and I thought of displaying it in our drawing room. Benny