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Category Archives: my own poetry
Bird, O bird sing your song
Bird, O bird sing your song; cry O cry all night long for the dawn’s petaled light: the rose is our sweet King. Print Friendly
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The Prophet as the perfect Friend has come yet again
The Prophet as the perfect Friend has come yet again, to bless with his sword of love the bliss of divine pain. Long past is the honor of the Man perfect in praise for glorious Allah; long past are his … Continue reading
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Reply to censure
What the this, what the that; don’t tell me I can’t spit my raucous giggle-goo at you, pompous and fat! Print Friendly
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Ghazal #55 from Ghazals For The Friend, by Bill Gannett
We are crying to our lord and master without peer: all but his long curly hair is small and cheap beer. We have lit a candle to his blazing presence, and written many a ghazal about his essence. We can’t … Continue reading
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All my love all my hate
All my love all my hate cries out to expiate for my indifference: the Master is my fate. Print Friendly
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The well of remembrance draws not from memory
The well of remembrance draws not from memory, but from the fount of Silence that is creativity. Do you remember, do you forget, the stillness of rose unfolding? Such is how the longing spirit boldly grows. Bolbol, singing from the … Continue reading
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Ghazal #96 from Ghazals For The Friend
I run from the rotting stench of my precious thought, But cannot find the pure, sweet breeze of I am not! The sweet grace of Lord and Master will set me free, When I submit myself to grace and cease to … Continue reading
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Ayatollah Queen
God help us, God save us, from the Ayatollah Queen: may we never parade before the mirror and preen. May we never pump our spirit with precious fatwa, and pass our droll days preaching on the latrine. Print Friendly
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Big Fist and the gods of doublethink command our praise
Big Fist and the gods of doublethink command our praise; we have become devoted to flag waving all our days. The corporation now wears a crown as a religious right, with the grasping public gasping with spiritual malaise. How did … Continue reading
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Rose twines the derelict
Rose twines the derelict, graces old and cracked brick: love adorns the broken, but sighs for the perfect. Print Friendly
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