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Best Famous Karma Poems

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Written by Edwin Arlington Robinson | Create an image from this poem


 Christmas was in the air and all was well
With him, but for a few confusing flaws
In divers of God's images.
Because A friend of his would neither buy nor sell, Was he to answer for the axe that fell? He pondered; and the reason for it was, Partly, a slowly freezing Santa Claus Upon the corner, with his beard and bell.
Acknowledging an improvident surprise, He magnified a fancy that he wished The friend whom he had wrecked were here again.
Not sure of that, he found a compromise; And from the fulness of his heart he fished A dime for Jesus who had died for men.

Written by Gary Snyder | Create an image from this poem

December At Yase

 You said, that October,
In the tall dry grass by the orchard
When you chose to be free,
"Again someday, maybe ten years.
" After college I saw you One time.
You were strange, And I was obsessed with a plan.
Now ten years and more have Gone by: I've always known where you were— I might have gone to you Hoping to win your love back.
You still are single.
I didn't.
I thought I must make it alone.
I Have done that.
Only in dream, like this dawn, Does the grave, awed intensity Of our young love Return to my mind, to my flesh.
We had what the others All crave and seek for; We left it behind at nineteen.
I feel ancient, as though I had Lived many lives.
And may never now know If I am a fool Or have done what my karma demands.
Written by Richard Brautigan | Create an image from this poem

Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4

Get enough food to eat, and eat it.
Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and sleep there.
Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself, and listen to it.
Written by Barry Tebb | Create an image from this poem


 Eamer o’ Keefe with your tinge of brogue

And Irish warmth, Daisy and Debjani 

With your karma and cool verse, I salute you.
( III ) "Ecoutez la voix du vent" – listen to the wind’s voice As Milosz commands "All your griefs, My sad ones, are in vain" but offering In recompense soaring sonatas which remain unread Untranslated, relegated to the reserve stock Of the Institut Fran?ais, along with Fargue, Jacob and Larbaud while all those Bloodaxe deadheads Blossom and bloom round poetry’s tomb Where still there’s room for Ursula’s Queen’s Medal for Poetry, lacklustre poetaster From Harry Chamber’s Press at Peterloo – That Augean stable has too much **** For even me to clear with my scabrous wit.
I burn to turn myself into the translator of French poetry For our time and not to waste what little life I’ve left Attacking Survivors ‘Coming Through’ – A second-hand title for a third rate book Of botched and blotched attempts at verse and worse.
Down with O’Brien and Forbes, those two of our time Who above all others vie for the crown of infamy and slime.
Underground poets of Albion unite Its time to clear the literary world of shite.