Best Ligaments Poems

Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 7

Janushirasana – Knee- Head Pose  

In praise of Janushirasana


There are many Asanas 
And postures in Yoga
Full of benefits 
And boons like advantages
For the human body and mind
Which can even rejuvenate
The aging factors
Which makes us a victim
To numerous...

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They say a picture is worth a thousand words,
but let me tell you what a word is worth

Worth it all      All of you
Eulogies of bygone days
Teleported feelings from here      To there    ...

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Feeble, a word not often used 
in this hi-def, mega bite world,
where almost anything can be done
with the tap of a fingertip,
the aged still feel feeble.
This crackled feeling runs along the rims
of brittle nails 
and gray-white strands of hair. 
The once svelte figures of maid...

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Insanity enters my distorted simple mind
To raise funds for charity for some unknown,
Impulsive, heroic, death defying, maligned 
Save children or animals or even Sierra Leone 

mind can do anything, though body unwilling 
Something not to taxing, not energetic 
Ruled out running, climbing, and no swimming...

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The bible 
our pure poetry

Divine voice

art -- gallery imagery 
Father’s expanding palettes of time
space infinite – 

shadows of unframed
formless canvas -- man's freedom 
to light, shape, transverse supernal grace,

we, alone, limit speed
and trajectory

bridging dark gaps, colors
dappled, dropped and splashed
faith will make mix, both consciously 
and...

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Pounding at the resonant head 
of my chest—he of hunger 
latches his fangs just beneath my jaw—
not to sever silence, but to pummel poison.
Tissue parts with wet reluctance,
he with need more than malice
burrows into the larynx of what 
was once controlled, fearful sound.

Nameless, shapeless he...

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He discovered
how to connect and merge,
or such discovered him.

His five senses did not become six,
but a number closer to one.

It came upon him,
that he was one with everything,
all that his mind and eyes perceived,
be they an ant or a mountain,
nothing was separate from him.
All was...

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In the beginning was the Single Stroke Roll—
left-right, left-right, the primordial heartbeat
of existence itself, each alternation a binary choice
between being and non-being, the eternal paradiddle
of consciousness striking against the drumhead of reality.

Listen: the Buzz Roll of morning traffic
ten thousand souls creating multiple bounces
against the stretched...

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When hunchbacked skulls drip of shrapnel stains
Of raked life quilted with torn-out noises, 
Watery clay defrosts past maimed pains 
As silk skies reap a smudge of roses  

Of raked life quilted with torn-out noises
How shells tremble to resurrect flesh,  
As silk skies reap...

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The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart 
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus 
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication 
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts 
 
I yawn & it reminds me…  I...

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Bringing out waves of electrifying glamour
fully captured by antennas of nature
giving matter a new meaning, science a new puzzle
and all phenomena, something to ponder
makes even your stains worthy of adoration.

Oh my lady!
so shining and robed
with the feminine light of the Shakespearean days
the women of fine...

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I get paid driving a farm tractor
  with sideline job as chiropractor;
    I massage, soothe muscular pains,
      move circulation through your veins;

though never trained in orthopedics,
  I've got some real skills like the medics;
 ...

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A centipede found its way into our home
My hairs stood on end for hours on end! 

And while we tried learning about it on Google search, 
in a dark and damp crevice it made its perch

All the cyber net did was to amplify my fears
It...

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The wicked souls like gasoline light up 
Afire without remorse sorrow and heat
As if Hiroshima Nagasaki
In bright atomic pillars of fire burn 
Unquenched like a mad lunatic bonfire 
The judged the condemned the damned all around  
Without mercy are swallowed engulfed by 
The supernatural...

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We are one. We are the same. We are I.
We move with the same ligaments, the same joints, the same muscle strings.
We ooze of acid. We erode. We exude a putrid odour.
We are a walking culmination of demons. 

Barbatos’ head, sticking out of our body’s...

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