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Naked Wisdom 41 (translation)

ᎭᏢ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎥᎴᏂᏙᎲ,
ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏚᎩ.
ᎢᏧᎳ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎥᎴᏂᏙᎲ,
ᎠᎴ ᎢᏧᎳ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏚᎩ.

Where there is life,
there is hope.
We are life,
and we are hope.

On this Summer Evening

On this summer evening
I am one with my environment,
neither superior to it
nor inferior,
and full of hope.

Text and image © 2018 by Donald C. Traxler.

uyelvha agadohvsdi 41 / ᎤᏰᎸᎭ ᎠᎦᏙᎲᏍᏗ 41

ᎭᏢ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎥᎴᏂᏙᎲ,
ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏚᎩ.
ᎢᏧᎳ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎥᎴᏂᏙᎲ,
ᎠᎴ ᎢᏧᎳ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏚᎩ.

His Number is Zero

His number is zero,
he's not a hero.
This Tarot-trump Fool
is Putin's broken tool.

[Gleefully placed into the public domain.]

Humpty Dump

Humpty Dump
bet on a wall.
Humpty Dump
took a big fall.
All Putin's money
and all Satan's men
couldn't put Humpty
together again.


[I happily direct this piece of doggerel back into the public domain from which it sprang.]