Category Archives: my own poetry

The Word was born to reveal love’s Silence (Easter Ghazal)

Posted on April 10, 2012 by bill gannett

The Word was born to reveal love’s Silence, And heal the tyrannical mind of violence. The Ancient One came in the black of night; By dawn, he was lost to our longing sight. He was abandoned on that hill of … Continue reading →

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Dawn fills my glass with the wine of the Sun

Posted on April 5, 2012 by bill gannett

Dawn fills my glass with the wine of the Sun; my heart drinks the light of the Ancient One. Cry and cry to forever drown in his Bliss: swallow your blood tears to receive his kiss. Give up hope of … Continue reading →

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bamboo shoots

Posted on April 3, 2012 by bill gannett

bamboo shoots crack concrete and touch the sky. love licks poison from her lips. the loving friend leaves, praising death. the lover sighs I am the sky.       Print Friendly

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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. Print Friendly

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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! Print Friendly

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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.   Print Friendly

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Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fire

Posted on March 19, 2012 by bill gannett

Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on 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. Print Friendly

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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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