Category Archives: my own poetry

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 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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in the beginning, god was sleeping and heaved a sigh that breathed me into being with the gasp of my first cry: “i am born as gas!”,  and thus began my cosmic journey- to suffer all form in time, and … Continue reading →

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When can I see you, this is what I need to know; your words full of promise are a grand empty show! Minutes have become like days, and I can’t keep track of when it was you said, “certainly, I’m … Continue reading →

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of all the planets that bless the poet’s high art, mercury and bright venus play the greater part. the first, master wit who does cleverly inscribe what the sky’s musician will sing with coolest jive. of course, without the moon, … Continue reading →

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When were we ever drunk but with his lovely name- our sobriety only deserves your righteous blame. We are indignant with all the usual double thinks- we remain true to our singular bootleg drink. We know about prohibition, how it … Continue reading →

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dawn broke my sleep with the light of your rosy cheeks, and i forgot the recurring dream of the past some weeks of your darkening face, violent wind and lashing hair that bless my life way, way beyond all that … Continue reading →

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we know about your curls that wrap around the throat, and choke off every kind of sound that might denote displeasure with your wish and will. how kind of your beauty to be so full of self-regard, we note. but … Continue reading →

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we have learned to lie about the truth of your smile, we know all too well all about your lovely wiles. let those who lounge in tanning salons pretend to love the sun- in comfortable denial. we do not believe … Continue reading →

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