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Category Archives: my own poetry
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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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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