Submissions by Gurudev
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poems from the tree of life.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Nov 2012 11:42pm
27th Nov 2012 11:42pm
What If Dreams Come True
What if dreams come true if we believe they do (in faith -- a corny word for a basic mechanism that sets all free to write and be-in their own movies -- that link up in constellations of like or corresponding sustained focus of desire and expectation applied knowingly or unknowingly of its deterministic nature)? And so therefore also what if dreams don't come true ironically because we dream in sustained fashion -- i.e. believe -- they won't -- in fear?
This fear being a resonance of a before-time -- where the first being in perceiving itself created a second and third being --...
This fear being a resonance of a before-time -- where the first being in perceiving itself created a second and third being --...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2012 3:29am
18th Nov 2012 3:29am
Oh Marilyn
Oh Marilyn where have you gone --
into death and out again.
Like an endless poet's song
you serve the masses to enthrong.
Her angel eyes like lover's sighs
beckon you to compromise.
Like a child in a fright
she reaches out to hold you tight.
She seeks in you a childhood friend
to stay with her past childhood's end.
Her innocence is all that's true
like sunlight on the morning dew.
As she drives along the beach...
then from the waves she thence did breach
With a smile in thin air
and finger streams of...
into death and out again.
Like an endless poet's song
you serve the masses to enthrong.
Her angel eyes like lover's sighs
beckon you to compromise.
Like a child in a fright
she reaches out to hold you tight.
She seeks in you a childhood friend
to stay with her past childhood's end.
Her innocence is all that's true
like sunlight on the morning dew.
As she drives along the beach...
then from the waves she thence did breach
With a smile in thin air
and finger streams of...
806 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Nov 2012 3:21am
18th Nov 2012 3:21am
Three Graces on a Raft
There were three graces on a raft
in a canyon moving past.
They were as naked as the breeze
and beautiful to heaven please.
Gracefully one turns her back
for suntan lotion she does lack.
The other graceful, holds her firm --
spreads lotion on her epiderm.
The other grace stands by in turn
to be lotioned lest she burn.
She who lotions standing firm
guides her palm through every turn.
She looks a goddess in this task
with helm of Chestnut -- bush to match.
The grace who's turned shows heavenly ass.
The other,...
in a canyon moving past.
They were as naked as the breeze
and beautiful to heaven please.
Gracefully one turns her back
for suntan lotion she does lack.
The other graceful, holds her firm --
spreads lotion on her epiderm.
The other grace stands by in turn
to be lotioned lest she burn.
She who lotions standing firm
guides her palm through every turn.
She looks a goddess in this task
with helm of Chestnut -- bush to match.
The grace who's turned shows heavenly ass.
The other,...
780 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Nov 2012 2:24am
17th Nov 2012 2:24am
She Is a Queen of Loving Ways
1195 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2012 5:35pm
16th Nov 2012 5:35pm
Raising a Son
Oh to have a little son
with his mother who he's from.
There's also some of me in there
along with her in answered prayer.
We'd all go places out for fun
and care for him together as one.
He could learn and dream and grow
as the minutes and hours flow.
And our dreams would be with him
as in love he learns to win.
He would learn to throw a ball,
catch a fish and climb a wall.
We'd enjoy his growth and fun
with each new day a rising sun.
He'd meet with girls and learn romance
with Valentines and a...
with his mother who he's from.
There's also some of me in there
along with her in answered prayer.
We'd all go places out for fun
and care for him together as one.
He could learn and dream and grow
as the minutes and hours flow.
And our dreams would be with him
as in love he learns to win.
He would learn to throw a ball,
catch a fish and climb a wall.
We'd enjoy his growth and fun
with each new day a rising sun.
He'd meet with girls and learn romance
with Valentines and a...
840 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2012 5:31pm
16th Nov 2012 5:31pm
The Siren's Song
The Sweet singing searing ache
of hearing the siren's song --
that leaves you hanging by its thread
Long after she's gone.
Is it wrong to want what you can't have --
when it's home -- where you belong.
There has to be some other way --
to reach for what you long.
of hearing the siren's song --
that leaves you hanging by its thread
Long after she's gone.
Is it wrong to want what you can't have --
when it's home -- where you belong.
There has to be some other way --
to reach for what you long.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2012 6:20am
15th Nov 2012 6:20am
Happy Couple at a Show
The happy couple at a show
Dressed up, have somewhere to go.
With his arm around her waist
He holds the charm of life's embrace.
A happy smile on her face
Is calm in love in time and space.
With soft red hair, her flowing form
Clothes of cream and white adorn.
A leather purse under her arm
Hangs from her shoulder with such charm.
Her dress-up sandals open toed
Show how with each step she flows.
A leather buckle at her waist
Is an oval ring of grace.
Her sleeve shows forearm, graceful hand
That dangles down in grace...
Dressed up, have somewhere to go.
With his arm around her waist
He holds the charm of life's embrace.
A happy smile on her face
Is calm in love in time and space.
With soft red hair, her flowing form
Clothes of cream and white adorn.
A leather purse under her arm
Hangs from her shoulder with such charm.
Her dress-up sandals open toed
Show how with each step she flows.
A leather buckle at her waist
Is an oval ring of grace.
Her sleeve shows forearm, graceful hand
That dangles down in grace...
772 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2012 6:16am
15th Nov 2012 6:16am
She Blackbird (Red-winged Blackbird)
She sweetly talks to every form
the she blackbird so unadorned.
Her camouflage of tawny brown
matches spruce bough’s muted tone.
Stippled branch and crested cone
her mottled feathers match in form.
She clings to limb -- a crisscross form
as tree and branch she does adorn.
She is the female of her breed.
Her form and function match the need.
In nature’s way, her role to play
she plays her part in mute array.
But her glory is no less
than brighter feathers would attest.
the she blackbird so unadorned.
Her camouflage of tawny brown
matches spruce bough’s muted tone.
Stippled branch and crested cone
her mottled feathers match in form.
She clings to limb -- a crisscross form
as tree and branch she does adorn.
She is the female of her breed.
Her form and function match the need.
In nature’s way, her role to play
she plays her part in mute array.
But her glory is no less
than brighter feathers would attest.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2012 9:07am
14th Nov 2012 9:07am
Caliban and Ariel
Caliban and Ariel
together from the sky they fell
And Prospero came in between
the interloper in their dream.
For Prospero the book did wield
that by its power all must yield.
One the slave with urge corrupt
to have what is denied by luck,
The other voice of nature's fire
free as the light of Golden power.
How can betrayal be undone
and power serve for all and one?
What is the power of the book
that in the depths all nature shook
...
together from the sky they fell
And Prospero came in between
the interloper in their dream.
For Prospero the book did wield
that by its power all must yield.
One the slave with urge corrupt
to have what is denied by luck,
The other voice of nature's fire
free as the light of Golden power.
How can betrayal be undone
and power serve for all and one?
What is the power of the book
that in the depths all nature shook
...
796 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2012 8:57am
14th Nov 2012 8:57am
Choosing a Path
I am so tired of when people are predominantly fearful
And seek to dominate and denigrate
By means of a majority or anointed higher authority.
I have given this too much attention.
I have given attention to these attitudes I do not like.
This is my fault and not the fault of any other.
The experience of this is a gift for me to learn from.
Now I want to be as a volleyball held deep underwater
Seeking to reclaim its atmospheric equilibrium.
I need only release the unnatural pressure of fear
And I will seethe and surge suddenly...
And seek to dominate and denigrate
By means of a majority or anointed higher authority.
I have given this too much attention.
I have given attention to these attitudes I do not like.
This is my fault and not the fault of any other.
The experience of this is a gift for me to learn from.
Now I want to be as a volleyball held deep underwater
Seeking to reclaim its atmospheric equilibrium.
I need only release the unnatural pressure of fear
And I will seethe and surge suddenly...
981 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2012 00:16am
13th Nov 2012 00:16am
You and I Could Be Together
You and I could be together
In a world of endless pleasure
Where I’d love you beyond measure
And our love would be a limitless treasure.
Nothing we don’t want around
Would be able to enter our grounds
Of the estate that always surrounds
Us, wherever we are found.
We invite whatever we like
By our attention to its sight
So we bestow both day and night
Our flow of thought to what delights.
To each his own in this scheme of things
In harmony our bells can ring.
If in discord, we happen to sing,
We know each invites what...
In a world of endless pleasure
Where I’d love you beyond measure
And our love would be a limitless treasure.
Nothing we don’t want around
Would be able to enter our grounds
Of the estate that always surrounds
Us, wherever we are found.
We invite whatever we like
By our attention to its sight
So we bestow both day and night
Our flow of thought to what delights.
To each his own in this scheme of things
In harmony our bells can ring.
If in discord, we happen to sing,
We know each invites what...
753 reads
2 Comments
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