Submissions by Gurudev
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poems from the tree of life.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2012 00:13am
13th Nov 2012 00:13am
She’s Like the Masthead of a Ship
She’s like the masthead of a ship--
Each breast projects the leading tip.
She’s like a goddess of the sea--
Worthy powerful and free.
Her shoulders, back, are like a spar,
Her spine the mast, and there you are.
Her breast are like the filling sails
That draw us forth. We cannot fail.
Her crow’s nest face atop the mast,
Looks to the future from the past.
Her hair a flag, the wind flows through,
Flying colours that are true.
Each breast projects the leading tip.
She’s like a goddess of the sea--
Worthy powerful and free.
Her shoulders, back, are like a spar,
Her spine the mast, and there you are.
Her breast are like the filling sails
That draw us forth. We cannot fail.
Her crow’s nest face atop the mast,
Looks to the future from the past.
Her hair a flag, the wind flows through,
Flying colours that are true.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 4:17am
10th Nov 2012 4:17am
The Loving Thrust as We Meet
1695 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Nov 2012 7:13pm
9th Nov 2012 7:13pm
Queen of the City
We could ride the streets at night
In a sea of city lights --
And go to a restaurant or go to a show
Or go to a club where the spirits flow.
We could duck down an alley where dark and decay
Bring contrast to light in our work rest and play.
We could live in a house or apartment or such.
If I'm with you -- the rest isn't much.
We'd drink wine by the fire or walk in the park
And make love in the day and make love in the dark.
We'd be rich with the treasures of a magical source
That brings wealth to...
In a sea of city lights --
And go to a restaurant or go to a show
Or go to a club where the spirits flow.
We could duck down an alley where dark and decay
Bring contrast to light in our work rest and play.
We could live in a house or apartment or such.
If I'm with you -- the rest isn't much.
We'd drink wine by the fire or walk in the park
And make love in the day and make love in the dark.
We'd be rich with the treasures of a magical source
That brings wealth to...
765 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2012 7:01pm
9th Nov 2012 7:01pm
Dream Come True
You could be Shakespeare speaking the words of Portia
Or Portia speaking the words of Portia.
I love the words. I love the dream.
The dream is the starting point
And dreams come true -- one way or another.
If you dream them, they will find a way --
if you let them -- in work rest and play.
They will take you all the way.
It doesn't matter where you start
Just dream your dreams with all your heart.
The outward form arrives in time.
First comes the dream of the poet's rhyme.
You will know what steps to take ...
Or Portia speaking the words of Portia.
I love the words. I love the dream.
The dream is the starting point
And dreams come true -- one way or another.
If you dream them, they will find a way --
if you let them -- in work rest and play.
They will take you all the way.
It doesn't matter where you start
Just dream your dreams with all your heart.
The outward form arrives in time.
First comes the dream of the poet's rhyme.
You will know what steps to take ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2012 4:02am
9th Nov 2012 4:02am
You Make the Movie Before it’s Seen
You make the movie before it’s seen
Up there on the silver screen.
(A ‘fortnight’ later it is born
From the act of love that went before.)
You make the movie with a team
That’s within you and unseen.
They are there at your command
And wait for you to raise your hand.
They are you and you are they
You’re more than just friends, in this way.
You work together as a team
To weave the magic of this dream.
It is a dream, yet it is real –
A movie reel that’s the real deal.
(We can neither beg, borrow, nor steal
But only ‘ask’...
Up there on the silver screen.
(A ‘fortnight’ later it is born
From the act of love that went before.)
You make the movie with a team
That’s within you and unseen.
They are there at your command
And wait for you to raise your hand.
They are you and you are they
You’re more than just friends, in this way.
You work together as a team
To weave the magic of this dream.
It is a dream, yet it is real –
A movie reel that’s the real deal.
(We can neither beg, borrow, nor steal
But only ‘ask’...
742 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2012 3:53am
9th Nov 2012 3:53am
I Am As Free As I Please
I am as free as I please
No longer down there on my knees
With the others who are blind
To the power of the mind.
Each must do this for themselves
As to be unable is hell --
To be at the mercy of another
Whether he be fiend or brother.
Each must solve this riddle of how
In a universe where no one need bow.
As the one who's made of all
So, too, each must answer this call.
There must be a way for each to make
What they please and no mistake. ...
No longer down there on my knees
With the others who are blind
To the power of the mind.
Each must do this for themselves
As to be unable is hell --
To be at the mercy of another
Whether he be fiend or brother.
Each must solve this riddle of how
In a universe where no one need bow.
As the one who's made of all
So, too, each must answer this call.
There must be a way for each to make
What they please and no mistake. ...
903 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 7:57pm
8th Nov 2012 7:57pm
The Magic of Her Way
You are such a dream come true
I would like to be with you.
What an angel of the earth and of the air
And of my prayer.
So much joy in every part
You are all -- from end to start.
So much magic in your wiles
So much smile in your style.
Such an elegant hand and wrist,
Such a body of pure bliss.
Such a spirit -- light and free,
With the glorious weight of an oak tree.
Your body is so nimble and firm
However did so much you learn --
How to be graceful light and free
In mind and body -- like a tree,
Like a bird that sails...
I would like to be with you.
What an angel of the earth and of the air
And of my prayer.
So much joy in every part
You are all -- from end to start.
So much magic in your wiles
So much smile in your style.
Such an elegant hand and wrist,
Such a body of pure bliss.
Such a spirit -- light and free,
With the glorious weight of an oak tree.
Your body is so nimble and firm
However did so much you learn --
How to be graceful light and free
In mind and body -- like a tree,
Like a bird that sails...
810 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 7:48pm
8th Nov 2012 7:48pm
Rodin Woman (Crush at a Rodin Show)
A more beautiful woman I never did see
Than a woman with skin of ebony.
She had a regal willowy grace
And a beautiful line in the shape of her face.
She looked like the music of love set free
To follow the whims of its destiny.
Her air was so graceful and so refined
So playful and whimsical -- and yet so kind.
Her hair was a sheen of perfect essence
A perfect phrase in the song of her candescence.
Every part of her was as right
As a sunlit day or a moonlit night.
Every part of her was as bright
As a moment in time when...
Than a woman with skin of ebony.
She had a regal willowy grace
And a beautiful line in the shape of her face.
She looked like the music of love set free
To follow the whims of its destiny.
Her air was so graceful and so refined
So playful and whimsical -- and yet so kind.
Her hair was a sheen of perfect essence
A perfect phrase in the song of her candescence.
Every part of her was as right
As a sunlit day or a moonlit night.
Every part of her was as bright
As a moment in time when...
735 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 4:38am
8th Nov 2012 4:38am
Sunrise Over Gold
The crucible of the sun rises
From the fiery furnace
Of the spirit world
To pour forth its molten glory
Into the frozen north.
It flows into the granite rock
And out over the land
Like life blood beaming
From a golden heart.
As the sun ascends
Across the sky,
Its light turns
From golden iridescence
To the clear light of a diamond --
And showers its riches
Over the glittering snow.
The raven is...
From the fiery furnace
Of the spirit world
To pour forth its molten glory
Into the frozen north.
It flows into the granite rock
And out over the land
Like life blood beaming
From a golden heart.
As the sun ascends
Across the sky,
Its light turns
From golden iridescence
To the clear light of a diamond --
And showers its riches
Over the glittering snow.
The raven is...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 4:34am
8th Nov 2012 4:34am
Mystical Fragments
White wings sail t'ward oriental sun.
The nursing dragon curls its forking tongue.
Its mother's belly, scaled -- is somehow warm.
Such is the sapient root of mortal charm.
Black clouds rolling amok
Round the spinning earth by lightning struck.
Years become the moments of my dreams.
Starfish skitter –- neath the ebbing tidal roar.
___________________
Such a mixture of styles twisted.
Undress the flame. Feel no shame.
Beauty will come as anger came.
Out pour the mist filled recesses of your mind.
And what? Not so...
The nursing dragon curls its forking tongue.
Its mother's belly, scaled -- is somehow warm.
Such is the sapient root of mortal charm.
Black clouds rolling amok
Round the spinning earth by lightning struck.
Years become the moments of my dreams.
Starfish skitter –- neath the ebbing tidal roar.
___________________
Such a mixture of styles twisted.
Undress the flame. Feel no shame.
Beauty will come as anger came.
Out pour the mist filled recesses of your mind.
And what? Not so...
633 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 00:33am
7th Nov 2012 00:33am
Winter Evening -- Walk Around Frame Lake
There’s a blanket of snow on the lake and beyond,
The city is glowing as the twilight yawns.
The city lights shine like glittering coals.
The sky is powder blue and dusky rose
Sinking into darkness of the sun’s repose.
The moon is rising away over there,
Bringing the night from her daytime lair.
A steep granite point is the prow of a ship
with the silver moon sailing over it.
The moon is framed by two spruces, the masts of the ship,
crossed with two spars of cloud by the moon brightly lit.
Away on a voyage,...
The city is glowing as the twilight yawns.
The city lights shine like glittering coals.
The sky is powder blue and dusky rose
Sinking into darkness of the sun’s repose.
The moon is rising away over there,
Bringing the night from her daytime lair.
A steep granite point is the prow of a ship
with the silver moon sailing over it.
The moon is framed by two spruces, the masts of the ship,
crossed with two spars of cloud by the moon brightly lit.
Away on a voyage,...
735 reads
2 Comments
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