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Category Archives: my own poetry
We live out a rogue fantasy
We live out a rogue fantasy Supported by divine mercy; Who knows the impossible truth Concealed in this mundane story? Print Friendly
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Ghazal #69, from Ghazals For The Friend
Hafez means the preserver of the very Word of God; For him, this was not the Koran, but truth’s very bod. His vocation was the ghazal- a personal confession: The Beloved’s long curly hair was his constant obsession. For God … Continue reading
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Ghazal #131, from Ghazals For The Friend
The Perfect Master reveals the Maha Yoga of you go, Just like the perfect actor’s self vanishes in a show. When the I, at last, starts to disappear from the mind, The ego whines in protest that it is going … Continue reading
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Ghazal #78 from Ghazals For The Friend
The Eternal Living Ancient One is your best Friend; He is the one on whom life after life you can depend. He is more loyal to you than your own faithful shadow, Who never fails to deny you in the twilight … Continue reading
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Ghazal #115 from Ghazals For The Friend
We shout as cracks widen under our feet; Shards of glass fly along the broken street. All the many promises we promised to keep, Pile into one another in a bloody heap. Eyes wide shut stare at the falling ground; … Continue reading
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Ghazal #123, from Ghazals For The Friend
Open the door, and let us in to embrace Your reluctance to bestow your grace. We have been banging with our callused fist, And wonder why you our ardor still resist? The Beloved, we have heard, is never so cruel, … Continue reading
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Frack you, mother fracker
Frack you, mother fracker; And zück off, cock zücker: Drill your obscene gas rig, And-extract-your-lucre! Print Friendly
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We long to breathe pure air and drink sweet water
We long to breathe pure air and drink sweet water, Cook and warm by clean fire, and eat good tucker. There was a time the sacred elements spoke of god, But we forgot that language with a passing nod. We … Continue reading
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In the beginning, there was bubble gum
In the beginning, there was bubble gum; God decided it would be much more fun To puff and puff a lovely universe, Than pout and smack and be ever so glum. Print Friendly
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The Ancient One has come again with his long curly hair
The Ancient One has come again with his long curly hair, With nothing but his message of divine love to declare. Baba’s John was the aged fakir with bright rosy cheek; She gave him the kiss that tore away his … Continue reading
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