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Category Archives: my own poetry
i have a dream of hoofbeats…
I have a dream of hoofbeats pounding in the air, a horse with wings and sword that defeats despair. The hoofbeat and proud neigh of my lord and master- my heart jumps a beat, then gallops even faster! White Kalki … Continue reading
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the dawn breeze brought me…
the dawn breeze brought me the scent of shirazi wine: at once, i swore a vow to all other drink decline. let the world drink gallons and gallons of soda pop, and clap as the geyser of carbonated vomit drops! … Continue reading
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we never met you…
we never met you, but cry out your lovely name: our tears wash away each day our lasting shame. you are the eternal living perfect master; more than anything, we long to hear your laughter. all the world’s noise is … Continue reading
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worn out and broken down…
worn out and broken down- we long for you now; help us to revive our rhythm and renew our vow. we are desperate, o god, with our condition- there is no honor in this pathetic dereliction! that we love you … Continue reading
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There are few things…
There are few things about which we are more certain: love has always guided us from behind the curtain. Love it was that sang its song on that very first day, when the sea delivered us with our cry for … Continue reading
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We have surrendered to you as lord, master and friend
We have surrendered to you as lord, master and friend; your glory as truth and beauty we have sworn to defend. Our allegiance to the past is buried with a shovel- we no longer live in rite and ritual’s shoddy … Continue reading
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My memory revives the time of your long curly hair
My memory revives the time of your long curly hair, how it released such scented bliss and rich despair! The eternal living ancient one was your visage; repeat the beloved’s name earnestly was your message. A slap from your soft … Continue reading
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The spinning earth celebrates your holy throne
The spinning earth celebrates your holy throne, the four directions are united in you, their king. The ground and sky exalt you with lasting embrace; the stars circle around your radiant face. All the five elements cohere at your pleasure, … Continue reading
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we cry out…
[cincopa AQJAHdKzY4-m]we cry out for the hand of mercy to slap our face, lest we fall asleep when the master proffers grace: there is no more urgent task than to stay awake, and receive the beloved for pure beauty’s sake. … Continue reading
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we only met you…
we only met you after you left your body behind, but we know you to be compassionate, most kind. your loving presence has always remained with us- even awakening the stony heart to feel your kiss. stone must break to … Continue reading
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