Category Archives: my own poetry

No man knows his father…

No man knows his father, says the poet Homer; All epic struggle seeks to discover one’s donor. “Who am I” was the original conception: All subsequent answers have been a deception. This initial whim is full of great frustration: Life … Continue reading

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The ocean wave has carried us…

The ocean wave has carried us into your presence; Our helplessness promises love’s renascence. We can’t see you, but we feel your furious mood: The grace and blast of great spirit has condensed. Violent rain pounds the angry rolling horizon; … Continue reading

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wherever nandi is…

wherever nandi is, shiva is not too far away; the bull is the gate keeper who blocks strangers from the way. to approach and meet god you must have a beloved friend; only the perfect master can all confusion upend! … Continue reading

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i often think of my favorite actress…

i often think of my favorite actress- god’s own sister; she possessed a bright wit, and was beauty’s great lover. as a little girl she was a jump rope champion; she was the beloved’s mehera’s life long companion. what a … Continue reading

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the selfsame avatar…

the selfsame avatar has had many different births; the god-man thousands of times has walked this very earth. the same one glorious sun has many different names; light is not diminished because of linguistic claim! how is that jesus has … Continue reading

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i am pleased to be ranked…

i am pleased to be ranked with the great poets of old; i can nod with the best of them, even homer i’m told. i jingle some of my best verse when in the beyond state- rarely does a poet … Continue reading

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americans love poetry…

americans love poetry so bloody damn much, they lovingly collect it and spade it into mulch. my favorite book is that big fat norton anthology; it’s made for students of physical anthropology! the problem is that poetry is not a … Continue reading

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some things are so obvious…

Some things are so obvious, but somehow remain obscure: God is infinite and one, and all his prophets are pure. That we have to think about this is not encouraging; One feels so important to make remarks disparaging! The fact … Continue reading

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the poet hafez has elegant wit…

the poet hafez has elegant wit and great humor; he is always independent and despises rumor. he is an unmatched existentialist, with diamond love: the light of his feeling nature shines with perfect resolve. the friend with long curly hair … Continue reading

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the machine broke the god-man’s bones…

the machine broke the god-man’s bones in oklahoma; the god-man will break the machine’s back in america. his beloved mehera’s skull was crushed and scarred; modern ugliness will fade because her beauty was marred. their journey to suffering remembered the … Continue reading

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