Poetry Corner

Some say You are the writer, whose letters are Creation;
Some call You watchmaker, a genius looking on;
Some say You have this name or that name or the name they cannot speak.
Some say Father, King, Mother, Queen, Sun, Secret, Light, Merciful Judge, Humble Ruler.
You are all that and more.

Some saw You here, and some elsewhere, and others long ago; some, just the other day.
Some say You came to save, some to demand allegiance, some to select the worthy.
Some heard You on Your mountain, some in Your sea; some in an old man, some in a child.
Some travelled miles to meet You, some just turned around and there You were.
You do all this and more.

How can the mind take You all in?
Is there anywhere You have not been, and are not now?
What would be the good of figuring You out,
When I could be serving You right now?
Since You are here I can praise You any time!
You explain what can be understood, to any who listen.
You hear everything wherever it is spoken,
You know every thought we have about You.

Some call You in the depth of night, when fear surrounds them;
Some sing Your praises in the light, in ecstasy;
Some part of You is all our illusion-blinded minds can grasp.
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Some effort to love and serve You is all that You demand.
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You are more than any praise and love and service can ever match, but
I will give you all I can, Amazing Guru!

- by Joey

 
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Daily, I am developing a greater peace with myself, this has grown largly due to being more comfortable with my spiritual faith.


Constant Spiritual Companion

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amarsanghera ji,

I thank you. And husbandji also thanks you. It is his kind of thing truly.

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The Land of Mites and Maybees

Long, long ago
on an island far away,
sat The Land of Mites and Maybees
to the left of Backbone Bay.

The mites were hearty creatures,
they would never hurt a soul.
But their problem was they never could
achieve a single goal.

They knew just what they wanted,
and they'd ponder it at length,
but when it came to action,
they just didn't have the strength.

The maybees were quite similar,
with only slight revisions.
They'd say "maybe this" and "maybe that",
but never reached decisions.

There was a king, King Know It All,
who loved to take advantage
of these measly mites and maybees
whom without him could not manage.

Or so they thought, for they'd been told
and learned so deep within
that there's just no sense in trying
when you know you cannot win.

And so the king, with ruling hand
grew stronger every day.
For the mites and maybees just assumed
that his was the best way.

Till one bright day, out of the blue,
a mini-mite was walking
and in his sheltered innocence,
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he suddenly began talking.

"Why do we weed our gardens by hand
when it's faster with a hoe?
And why do we sled in summertime
instead of in the snow?

"Why do we paint our buildings brown,
when red is so much brighter?
And why do we carry sacks of rocks
when stones are so much lighter?"

The mini-mite kept asking more,
like a record that was broken.
Though all of them had thought these things,
none had ever spoken.

"Shhh! Pipe down!", were the frightened cries
as they worried their king would hear.
The mites and maybees looked around,
their eyes spread wide with fear.

"I'll be quiet", said the mini-mite,
"but I just have one more querry.
If there's more of us than there is of him,
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why is he so scary?"

The mites and maybees pondered this,
this thought that was quite new.
And as they tugged and wrestled it,
the logic in it grew.

Suddenly everything seemed so clear;
they all had minds of their own,
so why were they letting King Know It All
rule his mighty throne?

Well, it didn't take long once this thought was in place,
for weeds to be pulled out with hoes.
And it didn't take long for paint to be red
and for sleds to be used when it snows.

Soon the king got weaker, and finally left;
Left the whole kingdom far behind.
For he realized that not even he was as strong
as the power of speaking your mind.


(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

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CLONING AND FAITH

Cloning designs nothing
Beyond the command of God,
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There is every inch of reason
To continue the faith in Lord.

Why should there be a need
To explain the power of God?
Whose creation can create a human
How great will be that Lord.

The birth of light from Sun
The science of light on earth
The creation of man by God
The science of clone on earth.

All that takes place
Within the boundaries of world
Is either direct by the Lord
Or by some chosen means by God.

One such medium of creation
Has been designed as human
One such supreme creation
Is designed first by Lord.

Praise the King of world
And praise his creation too
How intense is the reason now to believe
Lord who bestows power to create to you too.

Nothing is beyond His control
Nothing takes without His will
All glory falls to Him
Who created the ones who can create.
***

Live a life
Only if you can strive
Not for the good of self
But for the self to be good.
* * * * *

A moment’s joy
An age’s despair
Life your ways
Are unfair.
* * * * *

In the difference
Between fair and material
Swings the human mind and soul,
Fate plays a game
And swing breaks
Man falls to breathe
Material world in grief.
****

With bright sunshine
When good time arrives
Ordinary smiles.
* * * * *
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They rejoice on gain of loaf
They share pleasure of their own
Innocent, they believe
Just though it is
Life needs meal
Air to breathe
Love to share
Hope to dream.
* * * * *

You love and you realize
Sorrows are no surprise.
* * * * *

Life serves no roof
Many in search of secure death.
* * * * *

Written by – Ekta Kaur Kalra

Some of my poetry;-

Temple of One

You asked me to marry you.
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I wasn’t ready,
I still had segments of my life
to live.

I wasn’t ready for commitment.
I was already married to the world.
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I thrill on the loneliness of one.
Happy exploring my private trajectory.
I took many lifetimes building
my own platform,
I don’t want to share my intimate space
with you or God.

I am a solitary soul, this is my one man show.
Yes, I love you, but that is all;
a relationship would only make me
grow old.

Marriage would crucify my independence,
eroding away my hard earned confidence.
So I’ll remain happily alone,
in my strictly solo home.

(C)2008 Lenny Gazbowski

And my next poem:-

To Give

Bring me your trials
and in return
I'll offer you my justice

Bring me your heart
and in return
I'll replenish it with my blood

Bring me your loss
and in return
I'll blow it away

Bring me your lips
and I'll pour you my wine

Bring me your naked flesh
and I'll paint your portrait

Bring me your smile
and I'll return your laughter

(C) 2008 Lenny Gazbowski

I used to be a regular performer on the Merseyside circuit, due to poor health I no longer read my poetry at gig. However I continue to write poetry !

Hope you enjoyed the two poems I've posted.

LennyG