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The Masnavi of Giti and Saeed - Part 27, 28 and 29

Part Twenty-Seven — Giti Speaks with Her Father and His Reply

Sweet Giti, like an idol fair,
A thousand hearts caught in her hair.

As soft and gentle as the breeze,
Her charm could bring strong men to knees.

She locked her heart and gave love's key,
Sugar-sweet smiles for all to see.

She turned and gently told her sire:
"O father dear,

Raging Waves Hiku 29

                          Raging Waves Hiku 29


   white foam floating on shore

               raging waves crashing on

Genesis 29

over 2 years have past now.
i serve my time everyday,
not knowing my offence. 

i work everyday to meet your needs.
how long lord, how long….
my beautiful Rachel.

i am not Jacob in this story,
i stand the place of Esau,
what was mine taken by Jacob.
still i will suffer for Rachel,
for the love that once burned hot in winter.

it

hiku 29

white apple blossoms

thinking back

to gramma's apple pie

Montreal - Apr 29

O’ Mother!, take me back at last, receive
—(unclasped arms as vast as mine)—my embrace;
this longing, laughing love, the proof and grace
of my abiding for your shores.—I grieve 

the lasting loss that shear struck—do believe
my grave and groveling art of disgrace,—
when ten years had but barely found their place
in my life. As with you then, now

Be Sure To Do The Words Of God - Deuteronomy 29: 29

The Lord God has profound truths
things secret to His majesty divine
for the Lord knows all things
in His eternal place, the living vine

This God has all divine authority
in heaven above and earth below
He is the one true ruler and King
all must bow before His throne, you know

To His own elect and saved people
He has revealed the

Riddle - Mar 29

I’m as a dare—If just you’ll come along,
and give my noble providence a shot,
seeing what boundless bounty might be got,
you’ll sing me a river, cry me a song.

So if you trust that I can do no wrong,
and yield yourself to untying this knot,
finding this vacant vessel full of thought,
you’ll sing me a river, cry me

Number 29 Gohon ghono chailo - Tagoreweb

Deep dark clouds, blackened each other, and a darkened sky, unfolds
motifs taming tenth around an unbridled mayhem , a hardened solitary oasis
Unruly a mayhem, entropy to the fullest ecstacy - obscure a causal willy horizon, enjambment
An absorbed night and a maiden skyline trembling fearful and uneasy 
Again and again, a sudden surge of lightened whims,

2024-7-29

Day after day for decades, 
away the ocean waves wash
 the Apostles pieces by pieces.

Hours by hours some projects
drain people's time and energy bits by bits.

Now, only 6+ Apostles left
Standing there smiley.
Who knows what has been going on
 In that head under that beanie.

Does Australian feel sorry
For the Apostles gone missing? 
I don't know.
Does any1

C-P 29 and 30

                                     P.C. Poem # 29
              

29 Falls

Reaching into the
public consciousness
the words were given free

Blowing fresh holes
through blind consensus
nothing there to see

Reaching into
the common anthem
selling out for fate

Lost in the current
of tomorrow’s maelstrom
— passing heaven’s gate

(The New Room: November, 2024)

Untitled No 29

What do I want so badly?
god of earth or of war?
Why am I falling so madly
for a torch when I once had a star?

When will my heart find its answer?
When will these blind eyes see
that my own indecision is cancer,
slowly eating the life out of me?

What is it I’m so fixed upon now?
Why can’t my

Poetic Podcast Episode 29 Bop

Seeds can grow to fill a pot
even if it seems to take an eternity;
A step up that staircase is still forward,
do you dare discount something small? 
Tossing a coin back to the ground,
it was a gift you threw out like trash.

Buried in cushions or the back seat of the 
car? They add up. Pennies matter.

Fragment 8-29-2024

Unflattering Echoes

.for public domain


My echoes return
from barren canyon walls,
absent of the flattery,
I often seek from mirrors.

Avadhuta Gita Chapter 1, verse 29

“There is no substance whatever which is by nature unlimited. There is no substance whatever which is of the nature of Reality. The very Self is the supreme Truth. There is neither injury nor non injury in It.”


all that is manifest, has a beginning and an end
unreal, a bubble of illusion, a thought projection
puppeteer unknown

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