Category Archives: my own poetry

O bolbol, you sing until dawn

Posted on March 1, 2016 by bill gannett

O bolbol, you sing until dawn and will behold the sweet rose and die to song and be reborn: this birth, at dusk, your muse. Print Friendly

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Darvish Khan reviews “The Making of a Terrorist”, by Alfredo Wonk

Posted on February 24, 2016 by bill gannett

The best selling “The Making of a Terrorist”, by Alfredo Wonk, at 900 pages, might kill you if it fell on your head. Which is why you should wear your favorite Superbowl helmet when reading it. Don’t lightly peruse this … Continue reading →

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The White Horse Avatar

Posted on January 13, 2016 by bill gannett

The White Horse Avatar comes, travels from afar to kick, neigh and prance for a day, for love’s hour. Print Friendly

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Sun rises and Sun sets but heart always

Posted on December 15, 2015 by bill gannett

Sun rises and Sun sets but heart always repeats the pure name of Meher with praise. All life and love clap and leap to behold the rosy dawn of Meher the world enfold. A silver moon sank and golden Sun … Continue reading →

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The fall from grace that is a shooting star

Posted on December 8, 2015 by bill gannett

The fall from grace that is a shooting star recalls the highest heaven from afar; O the Lord and Master has taken birth to bless man and creature and holy earth! Print Friendly

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My father is lightning

Posted on November 3, 2015 by bill gannett

My father is lightning and my mother sweet rain; her womb the dark, rich earth and my birth joyous pain! Print Friendly

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Let us go then, you and I, and surrender our fear

Posted on November 1, 2015 by bill gannett

Let us go then, you and I, and surrender our fear at the feet of the one whose courage has no peer. Let us go and resolve that the coin of our doubt has left us bamboozled, swindled and corrupt. … Continue reading →

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Darvish Talks to Nosh Anzar, Part 3

Posted on October 16, 2015 by bill gannett

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O Shiva, how we long for your ecstatic dance

Posted on September 19, 2015 by bill gannett

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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How to put to sleep the insomniac ego?

Posted on August 28, 2015 by bill gannett

How to put to sleep the insomniac ego? My friend, my advice is to cajole the fellow with sweet nothings, and promise eternity and lead him on to the beautiful gallows. Print Friendly

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