Category Archives: my own poetry

All the pain behind your laugh and smile

Posted on June 30, 2012 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/51612476″ iframe=”true” /] All the pain behind your laugh and smile Is your grace that destroys our vast denial. What we long thought was your ocean of bliss, We now know drowns us slowly kiss by kiss. How can … Continue reading →

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Hi-Po the hippo was abandoned as a baby

Posted on June 10, 2012 by bill gannett

Hi-Po the hippo was abandoned as a baby; Mr Hippo became his unwitting daddy. Mrs Hippo yearned to keep the baby boy Left on their doorstep, but he wanted no such joy. This cute baby hippo inspired his decision That … Continue reading →

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All praise to snivel-shits

Posted on June 2, 2012 by bill gannett

All praise to snivel-shits: We bow to witless brown-nosers! May we all enjoy the grace of such Genuflection. The scent of such ambition Inspires flattery: All praise to Institutional Ass! (The Master will survive our Shameless praise.) Print Friendly

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Live with a pig and learn how to grunt

Posted on June 1, 2012 by bill gannett

Live with a pig and learn how to grunt, And a diet of pork will make you rant! Love for a diva won’t make you sing, But a hunger for soul gives heart wings. Print Friendly

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In The Year of the Water Dragon, good luck

Posted on May 30, 2012 by bill gannett

In the year of the Water Dragon, good luck Quacks her way to market like a Peking duck. Power ebbs and dribbles into a big puddle, And confidence dissipates into a muddle. In the last year of the 13th Baktun, … Continue reading →

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The Silent Word

Posted on May 17, 2012 by bill gannett

The Silent Word Sings Poetry. Listen, O heart To her Mercy! Print Friendly

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I long for the smile of the beloved of God

Posted on May 13, 2012 by bill gannett

I long for the smile of  the beloved of God, Her smile that felt the pain of his every nod. Mehera is all grace that blesses our longing; She is the laugh that encourages our singing. Your forehead bears the … Continue reading →

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The Master’s words

Posted on May 1, 2012 by bill gannett

The Master’s words Have become books. But in the heart, His Silence speaks. Print Friendly

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I am the slave of desire and expectation (Darvish replies to Hafez- #310, Khanlari)

Posted on April 29, 2012 by bill gannett

I am the slave of desire and expectation; My speech is twisted by the play of jinn. A squawking jay from high hell, why describe The noxious nest of mind where I reside? I was never an angel squatting in … Continue reading →

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The well of memory cries out for water

Posted on April 24, 2012 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/44359907″ iframe=”true” /] The well of memory cries out for water: Where are the days I longed to hold her! My lost love with long black curly hair: Why are her lips pale and without care? We wait and wait … Continue reading →

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