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Posts tagged “poetry


Lamp


In the flame is the heat of life.
In the fire is the light of love.
The flame is the flower of love.
The fire is the face of God.


 






Ó Deusa


Ó Deusa, você é potencialidade infinita.
Eu adoro você em todas suas várias formas.
Para amar totalmente outro, você dá à luz Deus.
Eu me rendo ao êxtase de DeusaDeus.
Ó Sim! DeusaDeus! Ó Sim! DeusaDeus!
DeusaDeus! DeusaDeus! Ó Sim! Ó Sim!


O Goddess, you are infinite potentiality.
I worship you in all your various forms.
To love another totally, you give birth to God.
I surrender to the ecstasy of GoddessGod.
Oh Yes! GoddessGod! Oh Yes! GoddessGod!
GoddessGod! GoddessGod! Oh Yes! Oh Yes!


 



Zoological Aesthetics


Zebras and skunks and penguins -
monochromatic in hue -
are they Mother Nature’s inventions
to keep the basics on view?
Colorful mandrills and macaws
enflame the jungley green!
But when sated with them – I pause.
White and black – take me back – to serene.


 



At the Count of Three


All Mysteries – Solved -

All Conflicts – Resolved -

All Impediments – Dissolved -

One – Two – Three!


 



Jagannath


Ninth Street apartment my – wife had flown the coop
Lonely artist with a – gallery one-man show
Big success but – what the hell
My heart was a – dried up empty well
Ninth Street apartment my – wife had flown the coop

Put all my stuff in the – middle of the living room floor
“Liberate the walls!” I – said going crazy you know
Atop the heap – above it all
I set a Hindoo – Jagannath doll
Put all my stuff in the – middle of the living room floor

Jagannath chewed his – way into my heart
He tore through flesh and – took up residence there
Pressed him against me he – gnawed and gnawed
Oh Lord of the World! Al – mighty God!
Jagannath chewed his – way into my heart

I loved Jagannath his – brother and sister too
And sang their names with a – simple daily prayer
“Blessed Siblings Holy – Trinity
Please be visible – unto me”
I loved Jagannath his – brother and sister too

The world turned upside – down and inside out
Matter didn’t matter only – spirit would inspire
I saw the world through – his big eyes
Apartment was gi – gantic size
The world turned upside – down and inside out

You’re the only one who – knows my secret now
I try to be normal but – really I’m a liar
Though it was – forty years ago
He’s still inside me don’t – tell a soul
You’re the only one who – knows my secret now


 



Where It Hides


If you can’t find what you’re seeking, look around.
All in time every secret will be found.
What it takes is awareness that the goal
is the taste of the bareness of your soul.


 



test


be that as it may
it is what it is
i face the new day
i take the new quiz


 



Wiggins


Mr. Wiggins is a prig,
‘cept when he has had a swig,
shouting, “I don’t give a fig!”
Wiggins now is in the brig.


 



Ask the Saints


The Mysterium Tremendum
is not merely an addendum,
nor confirmed by referendum.
Ask the saints – I recommend ‘em!


 



What the Parrot Can Hear


Falling in love can happen while you run a dead machine.
Falling in love can happen while you lick the dew.
Falling in love is never as tragic as it may seem.
Falling in love is much more than just me and you.
 
That’s why love rhymes with above not merely coincidence.
The gods are pulling our strings and dictating our songs.
We’re living a dream of a Chinese princess and prince
whose love affair rights all the emperor’s wrongs.
 
Spontaneous poetry robs me of my dignity.
But undersea creatures glow even though they are blind.
It’s always a matter of affinity and proximity.
The blood and its corpuscles seek out compatible kind.
 
Maybe the public will never approve of what I say.
It doesn’t conform to the government version of things.
And what it all means is so far beyond me anyway.
What the parrot can hear the parrot then squawks and sings.
 
Falling in love is one hundred percent of the daily routine.
Falling in love is the wave and the particle too.
Falling in love is a Netflix streaming movie scene.
Falling in love is the best life for me and for you.


 



Bad Boy


I didn’t want to wear those purple pants.
But you wouldn’t listen to my pain.
So I sneaked, and stuck them under a rock.
How did you find out I hid them there?
 
I don’t want to be a bad boy, Daddy -
why do I keep on doing these things?
I feel so lonely here in my darkness.
Why do I keep on erasing you out?
 
Evil behavior, of the mild-mannered sort -
so what if others do it too.
Are we all ghosts locked into madness?
We do so well at pretending we’re not.
 
I go from hope to hopeless thoughts,
clutching at straws, then throwing them out.
They say confession is good for the soul,
but I know tricks to get around that.
 
I don’t trust anyone to be on my side.
My secret-agent hat is pulled down low.
Hiding in my bunker with ammunition,
my fear will signal when you get too close.
 
I don’t want to be a bad boy, Daddy -
but my secret world is real to me.
I can’t be sure that you really exist.
But I’m crying, and that’s a good sign.
 
Crying might be my way out of here.
If I have tears, then my heart’s not dry.
The only good thing that I’ll ever do
is to scream “Help me out of my cell!”
 
Help me somebody! Help me now!
I don’t know who you are, but maybe you’re there.
I can’t be worthless ’cause I’m filled with grief.
And that’s the feeling I hold out to you.
 
All I trust right now is my contrition.
All the images fade away.
For a soul like me, in my condition,
all I have is weeping all day.
 
Standing on the shore, waiting for the sunrise,
the little waves reflect the light.
Time to stretch my arms – up and wide -
to swim, in love, safe from the night.
 
Who can say why the sun keeps rising?
I’m not so sure we deserve this grace.
But, perhaps, it’s not at all suprising.
In truth, reality’s a smiling face.
 
I don’t want to be a bad boy, Daddy.
I know you don’t want to be one too.
And there’s no way for us to break the sadness
except surrender, to me and to you.


 



The Humming Beans


We are plants that sing.
Don’t forget your roots in
the Earth our dear mother,
whose body sounds the
music of the universe.


 



The Dominant Species


Plants with thorns -
Beasts with horns -
Opposed to the human race -
The pain they cause -
With poisons and claws -
Won’t stop us from owning the place!


 



Flim-Flam-Boyance, Boys!


Too timid, too shy -
vivid livid gets the buy -
irate is what scores -
outrageous opens doors!


 



Monday Night


I don’t go out on Saturday night,
‘cuz everyone else has a date.
Instead I go out on Monday night,
when no one will witness my fate.
The empty seats at the movie show
aren’t going to pity me.
There’s only the cook at the old bistro,
and he’s watching his TV.
I wander along the quiet streets,
occasional cars go by.
Solitude has its little treats,
now that I’ve had my cry.
My friends all urge me to forget you.
I can’t. I’m cursed. Should not have left you.


 



Glassed


Don’t dress up in sadness.
It makes a clumsy fit.
Store your grief in a drawer,
’til it’s passed.
Don’t feast on your happiness.
It will just turn into shit.
Store your bliss in a cooler,
where it lasts.
It takes a lot of trouble
to make a bubble burst.
But hasten on the double.
Do it fast.
Tune in your awareness
to where you get a hit.
Find your magic number.
Souls are glassed.


 



Harmony Is Happiness


Freedom has two features -
freedom from being controlled by things we don’t like,
and freedom to control the actions of ours that we do like.
Freedom is an aspect of our individual existence
in the context of others.
We are free to the extent that we are able
to choose who or what controls us.
My state of consciousness is defined by
the object of my consciousness.
Whatever I put my attention on conditions my being -
I determine it, but it defines me.
No one is independent.
We are always in relationship, interdependent.
Put together, we all form an entirety,
and even more than that, the fact is,
the whole is greater than the parts.
The entirety precedes us, creates us, and controls us.
When we accept that as real,
our choices are the same as the choices of the entirety.
Freedom consists in being ourselves,
and our larger self is the whole.
I make my full contribution to the whole
when I am uniquely myself and simultaneously
utterly in touch with the whole.
In a beautiful musical composition,
an individual tone is unique and at the same time
fully integrated with all other notes and the overall plan.
Harmony is happiness.
In a beautiful musical composition,
an individual tone is unique and at the same time
fully integrated with all other notes and the overall plan.
I make my full contribution to the whole
when I am uniquely myself and simultaneously
utterly in touch with the whole.
Freedom consists in being ourselves,
and our larger self is the whole.
When we accept that as real,
our choices are the same as the choices of the entirety.
The entirety precedes us, creates us, and controls us.
Put together, we all form an entirety,
and even more than that, the fact is,
the whole is greater than the parts.
We are always in relationship, interdependent.
No one is independent.
Whatever I put my attention on conditions my being -
I determine it, but it defines me.
My state of consciousness is defined by
the object of my consciousness.
We are free to the extent that we are able
to choose who or what controls us.
Freedom is an aspect of our individual existence
in the context of others.
Freedom has two features -
freedom from being controlled by things we don’t like,
and freedom to control the actions of ours that we do like.


 



American Death


too many people packed into too tight a space on
the boat a pressure cooker population bomb of Pilgrim
extremist Christian immigrants on December 21 1620 in
Plymouth the locals welcomed the foreigners including
my ancestor Mayflower Compact signer Thomas Rogers along
with the half of them who did not survive the winter but
the seed of his son Joseph grew as the family tree under
whose shadow the natives died an American death


Iraq Afghanistan Palestine Libya Yemen
Sharon Arafat Khomeni Saddam Bin Laden
Reagan Bush I Clinton Bush II Obama
Munich Lockerbie Beirut New York Boston
fight the enemy until the last dying breath
until the world knows the way of American death


In seventeen hundred seventy five the embattled farmers stood
against the oppression of the British crown and today the
statue of the Minuteman stands with rifle on Lexington Green.
The 3rd Monday of April is declared Patriots Day in their honor
and for many other good causes runners from around the world
take to the streets 26 miles from Hopkinton to Copley Square.
The finish line on Boylston Street between Dartmouth and Exeter
is close to 209 Columbus Ave. where my ancestor James Upham
in 1892 conceived of The Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag.
In the year 2013 over 26,000 started out from west to east
up and down the Massachusetts hills toward their destination
next to the Central Boston Public Library, established 1848.
The pressure cooker bombs heard round the world exploded
at 2:49 pm injuring two hundred sixty four and killing three
including eight year old Martin William Richard of Dorchester.
Wide-eyed Martin had made a sign a year before in school
with the words “No more hurting people. Peace” written on it
above a peace sign a tragic prelude to this American death.


Immigrant Dzhokhar Tsarnaev of Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan
huddled hopelessly in the hull of a dark boat in Watertown
under the tarp perhaps imagining the Charles would flood
miraculously with the tears of the families of the martyrs
to swell up and float away his boat from the back yard so
unseen he’d drift along the currents of his dreams as
white robed mullahs guiding his passage with prayers
guard him against the swarms of stinging metal drones and
all pain forgiven his brother Tamerlan is there to greet him
at the jeweled shores of long-awaited Paradise but
it’s only sticky blood puddling under the gunwhales
of this little Mayflower of April which is going nowhere
in a spatter of bullets seeking a true American death


why are they shooting I have no weapons left
I have no voice left I have no plans
there is only a knife waiting for me
no longer the scimitar of revenge
just a surgeon cleaning me up
so I’ll look good for another American death


Left field theories bounce off The Wall, no home runs.
“Using this home-made incident the United States
could temporarily switch its alliance with and
the portrayal of factions in Caucasus-USA-created
Islamic Terror Cells in Caucasus and Central Asia
in the Great Game Scheme against Russia.
Overnight, with the designed-terrorist attack,
the US made the factions switch from Freedom Fighting Rebels
to Hottest Terrorist Cells associated with al-Qaeda.
The Russians would stand back on Syria, and remove themselves
as the obstacle in US intended invasion of Syria.
In return, the United States and EU, would support Russia
in a new battle against the factions in Caucasus.
Meaning: Russia’s soon-to-come ‘house cleaning’
domestic battles would not be ostracized by
the international community as ‘Human Rights Violations,’
but supported as ‘Russia taking positive steps
in counterterrorism efforts to wipe out radical
Islamic Terrorists.’” – Sibel Edmonds, boilingfrogsblog.com
Syrian death Chechen death Islamic death American death


Pilgrim, come home.
Your journey
has only brought you to
an American death.

 



Time Is Not


There is one eternality.
There are countless materialities.
Eternality is the background
of all the materialities.
Each materiality is a static state
containing all the universes.
Each materiality is different
from any other materiality.
Each materiality is always potentially
connected to any other materiality.


The observer is in
and of the eternality.
Each materiality is present
to the observer
for only an instant.
Then another is,
without a perceivable gap.
This replacement of materialities
we call time.
Each successive “instant”
is actually another materiality.


Space, or form, is real.
Time is not.
The flow or arrow of time
is a function of the background
of the materialities,
the flowing continuum of eternality.
Eternality is a real energy.
Time is not.
The sensation of time occurs
because the observer is
eternal consciousness
that can flow from one
static materiality state
to the next.


The observer senses
movement in materiality,
but there is none.
Time is a psychological phenomenon,
not a physical one.
Time does not exist
as an entity or force in itself.


In eternality everything is
simultaneous, moving, and alive.
In materiality everything is
separated, static, and dead.
Observers identify with material forms
until they realize their
actual personal form
of eternal selfhood.

 



Natural Physics


The subatomic
particle
is an indefinite
article.
We think the thing’s
a dot.
I’m sorry,
it’s just not.
When moving,
it’s a wave!
Can our sanity
be saved?
Now physics
has revealed
it’s a dancing
cosmic field
whose gestures
are the atoms
and whose purpose
can’t be fathomed.
So the micro
is the macro -
seed and garden.
Watch the plants grow!


 



Radhike


Radhe Krishna Radhe Krishna
Krishna Krishna Radhe Radhe
Radhike Ramana Radhike Ramana
Ramana Ramana Radhike Radhike

 



Soap


She could hear the bubbles popping -
soapy bubbles in her ears.
She hoped they’d go on without stopping.
“But they’ll shortly stop,” she feared.
Do you have a little pleasure,
one that you can call your own?
Like those bubbles that she treasured?
When it ends you’re all alone?
Then, “Every moment is a bubble,”
she heard a wise old woman say,
“and we’ll just get into trouble
if we try to make them stay.”
Now, after rinsing out the soap,
she’s happy – and beyond all hope!

 



Time Check


Don’t live in the past -
nostalgia is lamentation.
Don’t live in the future -
hope is desperation.
Don’t live in the moment -
unless you see it as a portal.
Live beyond the moment -
where you are immortal.

 



Bhagavadgita 4.34


I own it all -
because of all the
Dignified Persons.
I owe it all
to them.

 


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