Best Gong Poems

Sound the gong
O ye poetic comrades! 
Heralding the seventieth year of the River 
Play the flute
O ye poetic comrades!
A symphony of moving waters.

As the river flows, not withstanding
Its stage of life into craving streams
So does of the poetic life of Lindsay Barrett
Flows into the open...

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Who the hell rings bells anymore
whether in a Capitalist society, a Theocracy, an Oligarchy,
or a Dictatorship

	the DING has sure been taken out of the
	rama dama ding dong

No ones home, the juries out
	G-d is dead?
	Shell, Chevron and Texaco
	have reduced the life expectancy of people in the...

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In poignant verse
 I seek to disperse 
 to the Universe
 Without profanity
 An egregious crime
 against humanity

A glorious ancient practice
of calming body and mind
consummated by truth, patience
Infused by being kind
A current victim so courageous
enduring a crime that is outrageous

To yearning hearts 
what could be...

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It is hard to take back the things said
Hard for the storks hovering in the air to vanish beyond the longing of the times 
Once the bullet is extracted from the wound 
Do not throw it away
For it is implanted in your blood 
It is...

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cherry blossoms
in the temple
a gong sounds...

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Breathing in than breathing faster,
A perfect disaster this life of mine.
I need a drink while I'm still here waiting,
For this to all to be over and I'll be home.
To sit by myself and think for a second
Turning into minutes and now hours long.
I turn on...

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GONG-XI-FA-CAI 2021


Heart feels deep fest
Apt joy frames quest
Prize spring time zest


Pique precious poise
Yield to fond voice
Charm clusters choice


Here share fine smiles
Ink words that style
Note cheer worthwhile


Etch sensuous feel
Sense how time heals
End and start seal


Light up your mood
Urge moves fond good
Nice festive food


Ask for health here
Rich...

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Gong of Om, within us resounds
It’s the cosmic current
Bliss throbs within us gently pound
Rhythm thus concurrent

Nectar vectors mapping
Bliss spirals form wrapping 
Sound of one hand clapping

We are home
Gong of Om

08-June-2022
Quietus ...

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Yesterday we cried, we wept for the loss of peace 
Last night, we both mourned the demise of tranquility 
We yearned in futility for that quietude 
That made our spirits flutter 
We bemoaned the annihilation of that calmness 
That gave life to our souls 
We...

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TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE
FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981
PART 2
So we bring ‘Kaya’ now,
is this love?
Get up stand up,
could you be loved.
Liberation in Zimbabwe,
we are yet to see this.
This bad card,
can easily yield war.
Because these ‘crazy baldheads’,
are still running amok.
So we best plot our exodus,
assured by the...

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TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE
FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981
PART 1
Jammin jammin jammin,
jam on rightful king.
In the lounges of Zion,
with your childhood ally.
Peter Tosh together rocking steady.
Rock on as it were in Trench town.
Robert Nesta Marley,
the stone that the builder refused.
Reggae`s undisputed cornerstone,
you adviced judge not.
That we check...

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A powerhouse of gregarious silliness
for our delight and entertainment
Chuck Barris weekly orchestrates
his national amateur talent show
comprised of bizarre exploits
none of your conventional class acts
unique offbeat eccentric spectacles 	 
for the questionable and less discerning palate 
guaranteed a few good laughs peppered by
resounding sounds of the...

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The gong of Om 

Our gasp does not last,
for what’s past is past,
so best we don’t rue,
the vanishing dew.

We exhale a gale
on which others sail,
who we so ensoul,
thus blissful and whole.

Silence has a hum
of a divine drum,
as the pulse of life,
fills us with joy rife.

Dance’s...

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He lights a stick of musk incense
to trounce the air that reeks of gloom.
The Queen`s side pose on fifty pence
deflects a brazen bullet of doom.

From bulling boots, a startling sheen
reflects his face and then his bride,
no tank is like the limousine with
blacked out windows--hitch a...

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i worry for you.
beneath my skin.
where you cant feel 
and i cant hear.
 
your canal my ear.
speak louder
hear less.
quiet down.
 
my broken english 
means 
 
::unimportant arrangements::
 
for you..
and nothing more
i'm nothing more.
 
some sick excuse 
stuck between your teeth
with all the unracked guilt
left over...

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