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Category Archives: my own poetry
Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fire
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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Love spills like blood on the floor
Love spills like blood on the floor as the vigilant snore and snore; the nightmare goes on and on until we scream, “no more, no more.” Print Friendly
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We have opened the door to our heart and let you in
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The American Book Of The Dead
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O Shiva, how we long for your ecstatic dance
O Shiva, how we long for your ecstatic dance; how we long for the end of our mayavic trance! All the world rotting and little but a high stench; when will the Master his fragrant grace relinquish? All the ice … Continue reading
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Ghazal #88, from Ghazals For The Friend
Lord and master, help us to shovel all our debt into a hole our creditors completely forget. We wish to be entirely free of all relation to all who so annoy us with such a fixation! The world deserves a … Continue reading
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Ghazal #15, from Ghazals For The Friend
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Mother Kali is beautiful and ferocious beyond belief
Kali is beautiful and ferocious beyond belief; Approach her as a lover, and you will know soon enough! Kali is not a mother who preserves the status quo; She loves to destroy all that impedes her creative flow. Kali … Continue reading
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All I know is what I read in the bogus news
All I know is what I read in the bogus news: this world and the next belong to Zionist Jews. The jihadist will survive with bomb sewn in belly, in new-found paradise graced with petroleum jelly. Righteous Hindu will live … Continue reading
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The black snake winds around the Missouri
The black snake winds around the Missouri and chokes the Sioux Nation with misery. Black venom slithers across sacred land, but Water Protectors make a last stand. Bullets and burning gas- grenades explode; Big Fist shoots water canon in bitter … Continue reading
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