Author Archives: bill gannett

About bill gannett

I am a student of Persian language, translate poetry, and write english ghazals.

Bird, sing your song

Posted on April 2, 2012 by bill gannett

Bird, sing your song To the mute Rose: Long for her lips To grace disclose.

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Crystal words of fire

Posted on March 28, 2012 by bill gannett

Crystal words of fire Fall from the sky; Mad poets exclaim: Love sighs from on high!

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Rain sings the blues

Posted on March 25, 2012 by bill gannett

Rain sings the blues With tears of light. Cruel Sun declaims Dark fear and fright.  

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Green grows the heart’s longing, tendrils of fire

Posted on March 19, 2012 by bill gannett

Green grows the heart’s longing, tendrils of fire Breathing your name in love’s ascending gyre. Green grows the longing heart skyward, bright Tongues of flame praising the sweet Word of light. Your name, your bright name is our dawn laughter … Continue reading →

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The brave wolf of Gubbio returns to growl at thieves

Posted on January 23, 2012 by bill gannett

The brave wolf of Gubbio returns to growl at thieves, And with bared fangs snarls at those who deceive; Dove, crow and thrush assemble with hawk and owl In Tree of Shimmering Leaf- and preach to the dull; All the … Continue reading →

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The poet’s job

Posted on January 19, 2012 by bill gannett

The poet’s job Is to eat dust And sing.

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The Perfect Master reveals the Maha Yoga of you go-

Posted on January 19, 2012 by bill gannett

  The Perfect Master reveals the Maha Yoga of you go- Just like the perfect actor’s self vanishes in a show. When the I, at last, starts to disappear from the Mind The Ego whines in protest that it is going blind. … Continue reading →

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The succession of bad ideas we call modern history

Posted on January 17, 2012 by bill gannett

The succession of bad ideas we call modern history Is crowned by Consumerism in all it’s plastic glory. The will to power of corporate and military greed Has poisoned the people with cruel and false needs. Big Fist occupies the … Continue reading →

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I am the slave of the Perfect Master who is without birth

Posted on January 10, 2012 by bill gannett

I am the slave of the Perfect Master who is without birth. I am devoted to the Friend of joyous and robust mirth. Only the Saint remembers the dull pain of sleeping stone- The world snarls and gnashes over raw … Continue reading →

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The swirling gyre of the past empties into the now

Posted on January 7, 2012 by bill gannett

The swirling gyre of the past empties into the now: Each breath contains all of time in the eternal Tao. The dark clamor of unlived desire chokes my throat, And twists and subverts song of pure and golden note. I … Continue reading →

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