Submissions by Gurudev
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poems from the tree of life.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2023 11:09pm
2nd Jan 2023 11:09pm
Sled Dog
No matter which way he does face
In his eye you see the race
From start to finish at winning pace.
He is the sled dog, born of faith.
Though he once pulled heavy loads
In course of daily work and toil
Now he races to serve his creed
Of serving man in face of need.
He is indeed a northern breed
Of the true North strong and free
Of harsh conditions, freezing cold
And true resolve of spirits bold.
In his eyes you see the light
Of that spirit burning bright.
He loves that challenge, surging fast
To the...
In his eye you see the race
From start to finish at winning pace.
He is the sled dog, born of faith.
Though he once pulled heavy loads
In course of daily work and toil
Now he races to serve his creed
Of serving man in face of need.
He is indeed a northern breed
Of the true North strong and free
Of harsh conditions, freezing cold
And true resolve of spirits bold.
In his eyes you see the light
Of that spirit burning bright.
He loves that challenge, surging fast
To the...
#dogs
#nature
#freedom
#heroic
#tradition
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2023 10:57pm
2nd Jan 2023 10:57pm
A Raven’s Eye
There is a star in a raven’s eye
That shines in the day neath a bright blue sky.
It speaks in the day of the black of night
And the mystery of the birth of light.
It speaks of the dark and the night serene
And what is known before it is seen.
It speaks of the land of dark and dreams
That gives birth to the world of daytime scenes.
The raven flies on wings of night
Toward that everlasting light.
So speaks the Raven from his eye
And when you hear the Raven’s cry.
That shines in the day neath a bright blue sky.
It speaks in the day of the black of night
And the mystery of the birth of light.
It speaks of the dark and the night serene
And what is known before it is seen.
It speaks of the land of dark and dreams
That gives birth to the world of daytime scenes.
The raven flies on wings of night
Toward that everlasting light.
So speaks the Raven from his eye
And when you hear the Raven’s cry.
#birds
#stars
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2014 4:48pm
18th Dec 2014 4:48pm
Fox Tale
In fresh sunlight, a little Fox
Stood ‘neath the jackpines, on the rocks;
A bed of needles ‘neath his feet;
Above, the jackpine branches meet.
He looks out from this granite rise –
While all of nature greets his eyes.
She tells a story; so does he
And so do I; one scene, yet three.
All her colors come to play:
Red fox fur and bark of gray;
The fox’s belly, creamy white;
The pine tree’s boughs are green delight.
With all these sights, the scene is set;
The Fox and I caught in its net.
It closes in yet sets us free
In...
Stood ‘neath the jackpines, on the rocks;
A bed of needles ‘neath his feet;
Above, the jackpine branches meet.
He looks out from this granite rise –
While all of nature greets his eyes.
She tells a story; so does he
And so do I; one scene, yet three.
All her colors come to play:
Red fox fur and bark of gray;
The fox’s belly, creamy white;
The pine tree’s boughs are green delight.
With all these sights, the scene is set;
The Fox and I caught in its net.
It closes in yet sets us free
In...
963 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2014 4:44pm
18th Dec 2014 4:44pm
Ptarmigan in Willow Tree
On a snowy winter day,
As we walked home a girl did say,
Of ptarmigan in willow tree,
“Can I take him home with me?
He’d have a pillow for his head
And cool white sheets, and be well fed.
He’d sit with us and watch TV
And he’d have biscuits with his tea.
And sometime he might fly away
And come again another day.”
To this I answered in reply
That “we could ask. It’s worth a try.
He might come to be tucked in bed
Or he may just send his love instead
And stay there in his willow tree
And carry on all wild and free.
He might...
As we walked home a girl did say,
Of ptarmigan in willow tree,
“Can I take him home with me?
He’d have a pillow for his head
And cool white sheets, and be well fed.
He’d sit with us and watch TV
And he’d have biscuits with his tea.
And sometime he might fly away
And come again another day.”
To this I answered in reply
That “we could ask. It’s worth a try.
He might come to be tucked in bed
Or he may just send his love instead
And stay there in his willow tree
And carry on all wild and free.
He might...
839 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 10:20pm
13th Dec 2012 10:20pm
I Love Loving You
I love loving you.
That is precisely what I do.
I feed off your sweet beauty fine
with the action of love divine.
With my eyes, I trace your fingers and toes
The shell of your ear and the line of your nose.
I see what I love in your elbows and knees
In your wrists and your ankles that flex as you please.
Your sweet smiling face and your sweet sparkling eyes
Blooms like a flower neath warm summer skies.
Your hair blooms soft red from its flowery bed
From rivers of love, its blossom is fed.
Your skin is a dream of...
That is precisely what I do.
I feed off your sweet beauty fine
with the action of love divine.
With my eyes, I trace your fingers and toes
The shell of your ear and the line of your nose.
I see what I love in your elbows and knees
In your wrists and your ankles that flex as you please.
Your sweet smiling face and your sweet sparkling eyes
Blooms like a flower neath warm summer skies.
Your hair blooms soft red from its flowery bed
From rivers of love, its blossom is fed.
Your skin is a dream of...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 3:34am
13th Dec 2012 3:34am
Fountain
I love the idea of a crystal-clear clean fountain
that breaks up every pattern as it emerges
and replaces it with a new one in love ever renewing
and what is old decays and floats away
is cleansed reborn reconstitutes in brand-new day
and so remains eternal in this way.
And patterns stay unbroken in this change
in change itself as they grow into being
becoming all the while more themselves
seeing what they like in what they're seeing
which shatters what they were -- forever freeing --
liquid in a constant ever fleeting.
that breaks up every pattern as it emerges
and replaces it with a new one in love ever renewing
and what is old decays and floats away
is cleansed reborn reconstitutes in brand-new day
and so remains eternal in this way.
And patterns stay unbroken in this change
in change itself as they grow into being
becoming all the while more themselves
seeing what they like in what they're seeing
which shatters what they were -- forever freeing --
liquid in a constant ever fleeting.
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2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 3:31am
13th Dec 2012 3:31am
In Torchlight
That night on the dock was our first kiss
by the light of a torch in a moment of bliss
with a great Northern Lake stretching out beyond
and the chill of autumn coming on.
Out into the night on the further shore
is a great granite cliff and the rapid's soft roar.
Over our heads was a great vault of stars
in the cold northern sky in our heavenly hour.
What would become of this couple so new
in the heart of their song hoping dreams will come true.
She won't let time fly but he must do or die.
He's frozen in time but must reach...
by the light of a torch in a moment of bliss
with a great Northern Lake stretching out beyond
and the chill of autumn coming on.
Out into the night on the further shore
is a great granite cliff and the rapid's soft roar.
Over our heads was a great vault of stars
in the cold northern sky in our heavenly hour.
What would become of this couple so new
in the heart of their song hoping dreams will come true.
She won't let time fly but he must do or die.
He's frozen in time but must reach...
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2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 3:42am
7th Dec 2012 3:42am
Till Dawn
And I would look into your eyes
and I would look between your thighs
and we’d do more than fantasize.
Though in my dreams you tantalize
I hear your sighs, I hear your cries
all under heaven's skies, we fly.
I would caress your breasts.
With that flush of success
go further to undress
your heaven -- all the rest.
The soul within your eyes
I’d merge with in our cries.
And I would hold you in the night
and comfort you in pale moonlight
and you in turn would comfort me
in absolute serenity
of...
and I would look between your thighs
and we’d do more than fantasize.
Though in my dreams you tantalize
I hear your sighs, I hear your cries
all under heaven's skies, we fly.
I would caress your breasts.
With that flush of success
go further to undress
your heaven -- all the rest.
The soul within your eyes
I’d merge with in our cries.
And I would hold you in the night
and comfort you in pale moonlight
and you in turn would comfort me
in absolute serenity
of...
1146 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 3:37am
7th Dec 2012 3:37am
Devils or Angels
Devils or Angels, which are we
who make love in our words so free
we dream together in a pact
but are we not caught in the act.
Where does fiction become fact
when minds caressing interact
in poetry a flight of words
that's more than something for the birds
but speaks the soul and makes us whole
in expressing all we know
of what we feel and what we want
a mansion that like ghosts we haunt.
But we must believe in turn
that dreams come true and so we learn
to weave our dreams as passions burn
fueled by the things...
who make love in our words so free
we dream together in a pact
but are we not caught in the act.
Where does fiction become fact
when minds caressing interact
in poetry a flight of words
that's more than something for the birds
but speaks the soul and makes us whole
in expressing all we know
of what we feel and what we want
a mansion that like ghosts we haunt.
But we must believe in turn
that dreams come true and so we learn
to weave our dreams as passions burn
fueled by the things...
967 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 2:12am
30th Nov 2012 2:12am
At the Sight of Your Behind
At the sight of your behind
all energy leaves me
and I am left behind
and my energy flows to you
everywhere in kind
and savors the richness
of your sweet soul divine.
From your soft flowing hair
to your arms and legs sublime,
the fan of your hips
that flows into your thighs
that flow into your knees
is a sight for sore eyes --
so soothing and pleasing
and exciting at once.
I can only give in
to your light and be one
with your animal heart...
all energy leaves me
and I am left behind
and my energy flows to you
everywhere in kind
and savors the richness
of your sweet soul divine.
From your soft flowing hair
to your arms and legs sublime,
the fan of your hips
that flows into your thighs
that flow into your knees
is a sight for sore eyes --
so soothing and pleasing
and exciting at once.
I can only give in
to your light and be one
with your animal heart...
965 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 2:10am
30th Nov 2012 2:10am
Sun after Rain
I lost sight of the use of my imagination
which I had once understood implicitly
but gave in to words in the world around me
which refuted that truth explicitly.
I became like a dead star
in an infinity of pain
unable to get dry
in an infinity of rain.
I had to renew and re-knit and review
all I once knew and so began anew
to return to the light and the truth
of my birth.
To put into words inner voices I heard
to restructure the way as clear as night and day
that is different for each in their own special way
that...
which I had once understood implicitly
but gave in to words in the world around me
which refuted that truth explicitly.
I became like a dead star
in an infinity of pain
unable to get dry
in an infinity of rain.
I had to renew and re-knit and review
all I once knew and so began anew
to return to the light and the truth
of my birth.
To put into words inner voices I heard
to restructure the way as clear as night and day
that is different for each in their own special way
that...
880 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 11:44pm
27th Nov 2012 11:44pm
Sea of Love
I would take you
very very slowly
where every minute
seems like an hour
and then I would have you
for a week and a day
as I move inside you
with a slow and powerful surge
like the tide that ends in
great jets of Ocean Spray
and the soothing roar
of surf surging
in great ocean caves.
And there
I would be chained to you
in the bliss of knowing
nature's way.
And we would meet
like predator and prey
who need each other
to feed each other
in the scheme and the dream
of every night and day.
And...
very very slowly
where every minute
seems like an hour
and then I would have you
for a week and a day
as I move inside you
with a slow and powerful surge
like the tide that ends in
great jets of Ocean Spray
and the soothing roar
of surf surging
in great ocean caves.
And there
I would be chained to you
in the bliss of knowing
nature's way.
And we would meet
like predator and prey
who need each other
to feed each other
in the scheme and the dream
of every night and day.
And...
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