Category Archives: my own poetry

The Awakener of Eternal Spring is here; Frozen feeling is flowing- we have no fear. We have longed for the return of your bright light; We cry out for that day the heart receives your sight. Our blindness has been … Continue reading →

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When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play- But when the enemy kills, it is God’s dismay! When vast lands are invaded for freedom’s sake, Innocents are killed and maimed every day. We have no god greater than our own … Continue reading →

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Big Fist packs a punch with a plan to scare: Keep the people afraid with ugly hot air! Politicians love fear because it works To fool the people into electing jerks. The chauvinist loves to stand brave and tall, By … Continue reading →

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When at last the Pope of three rings passes away, What will the Trustees at last condescend to say? O the sartorial bliss that billows and rends, When all the wide-eyed devotees break wind! The Pontiff  has predicted his royal … Continue reading →

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Ghazal #84 from Ghazals for the Friend, by Bill Gannett   We long to rise from the dead by receiving your embrace; Why wait for the trumpets to blare to be caressed by grace? This life of the living dead … Continue reading →

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Today, all day, before my gaze I saw him, and became all dazed; His towering presence crushed me With gnosis, and left me amazed. امروز همه روزه بپیش نظرم او بود از آن خراب و زیر و زبرم از غایت … Continue reading →

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Congealed sanskaras gyre into the timeless now: Each breath contains all of time in the eternal Tao. The dark clamor of unlived desire chokes my throat, And twists and subverts song of pure and golden note. I lean and loaf … Continue reading →

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The Water Snake has slithered into our calendar, And begins to coil the days into a sepulcher. All the gold hoarded by Dragon already rolls Out of Wall St banks into the dark caves of trolls. The flying robots of … Continue reading →

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Iran launches a turbaned monkey into space To boost the reputation of its fall from grace. The theocrats must prove they are scientific- Not backward and superstitious country hicks. O monkey, your name is Supreme Ayatollah- The chattering vicegerent of … Continue reading →

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