Best Loincloth Poems

Death disrobes the body of our fancy garments,
And clothes us with more common fashion:
A mere loincloth of sky blue silk,
So that we may feel the warm passion,
Of  resurrection’s gorgeous spring
And the spiritual blessings it will bring.

So sleep on calmly with Jesus,
Beneath your coverlet of...

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Part Two

To have written is to leave but a mark
  nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables
    more than his acquired business acumen
a Vaishya karmic hope

Now we stand aghast before this edifying monument
      and verily wonder...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXVIII

IF you pull a long perplexed face
You could be watching SUMO in Tokyo Bay
Or reading this without a NIHONG-GUO dictionary in front of face
Rather I'd say you were the victim of WATENAGE

If you gasp at me pulling...

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LAS NAVES DE MEDERA (Wooden Ships)
They wanted ships. What they got
was wooden shells
not a farthing from the Crown
for these floating buckets.
Six thousand corks, hastily riveted 
into the keel planking, kept them afloat.
Nina. Santa Maria. Pinta.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained said Isabella.

Ah, muchacho, would she ever cash...

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With apologies to Albert Camus

I once was a circus strongman,
Sovereign of midway spectacles.
I wore a leopard-skin loincloth
And a lion-claw necklace.
My club was seasoned hardwood.
I proudly dragged my knuckles
Through the sawdust and straw.
I wrestled the orangutan 
And boxed the kangaroo.
I tore phone books in half
With my...

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Harry West was an Aboriginal stone age hunter,
 on the Kokoda trail  Second World War in New Guinea in 1942...



HARRY WEST  of KOKODA...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYFVC072rJk

One man from Goodooga, black,
 yes a "Murray" so true ...blue.
He carried a sugar bag on his back,
 filled with grenades,...

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Raised by apes as a
feral child in the wild,
was as a young man
discovered by a rich American
anthropologist hiker who was retired,
taken back by plane
to his new homeland,
he started assimilating
by wearing regular attire,
they tutored him how to
read and write, and
after several years he
finally got to graduate,
landed...

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twiglets embrace as thorns and flowers

                                    prickly wreath draped on...

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Siddharta worked hard for the middle way to appear in silent meditation

Above him a lotus flower shone pure radiance from an indigo moon

Ebb and flow levitated cast in nothingness and droplets of wild motion

Antecedent prologues merged with moments of reflection and hindsight


Waters had risen and...

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I see them everywhere I go,
Folks who just do not seem to know,
What life is really all about,
They just go on their prescribed route.

Life to these indecisive sloth's,
May as well be wearing loincloth.
Don't question them about the news,
They spout others jargon as true.

Original thought unlikely,
Its...

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Loincloth was his dress;
Truth was his address.
Nonviolence was his armor;
A warrior and a perfect charmer.
A man of progress,
And an epitome of success.
He is the ‘Father of our Nation’;
He is our Mahatma!


Note: My tributes to M. K. Gandhi on the occasion of India’s Diamond Jubilee 
...

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The iroko tree,
Wise in the growth
Faithful in its development -
The seer!
Sees good and evil
Brings death to those who deserve
Showers blessing on those who reckon
With Its absolute power. 
Oluwere
Effigies from you are always beautiful 
Glorious that death envies you
Oluwere stands above the envy of others
Oluwere
Do not...

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You come home, sitting on my shoulders.
I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark
before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of
ending comes out from crozier. Uncoiling has stopped.
In loincloth a truth unravels the mystery of cells. A
warm transparency. You walk around...

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With cusped hands the Buddha sits silently under a fig tree 

His thoughts are flooded but drought has shriveled the fruit

He owns nothing but a ragged loincloth in absolute modesty

Scratches his dry skin and impermanence in the infinite sun

Does not set out to be a...

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light weight lamps outweigh surrounding darkness

float on wavy strings of lucid reason and emotion

translucent Christmas decorations are up to cheer

but ill-humoured disbelief has tripped the fuse box

remember there was a halo but just one single candle

close to the manger to minimize the risk of burning

the...

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