"People of the future
while you are reading
these poems, remember
you didn't write them,
I did"
Ted Berrigan
Everyone must
be Free
for all
to enjoy
the full
fruits and gifts
that freedom
bestows upon
the many
inhabitants of this
illustrious planet.
We must all
be given
the right
to live
our lives
in freedom's glow
with Peace,
prosperity and happiness
for everyone
Categories:
bodhisattvas, freedom, humanity, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
From the Book of Integral Democratic Change
Straight White ego-patriarchal
colonizing
predative
mountainously universal
SunFather Poles
And unstraight
unwhite
uncapitalized
unmeaningful
secularized
shaded
merely ecofeminist
Yin-valleyed
EarthMother Unitarian Holes
Have become
Patriarchal
LeftBrain dominant
Either/Or Win/Lose risks
And yet also
Matriarchal
RightEarthMind prominent
Both/And Win/Win
warm wombed wet opportunities
Depolarizing bodhisattvas
respectfully
warmly
unconditionally
appreciating Holonic
Open-Systemic
EcoPolitical Integrity
Natural/Spiritual resilience,
body/mind resonance,
secular/sacred co-empathic
win/win Left/Right
Top/Bottom
EarthHealthy organic natural 1 poles
fill wealthy holonic
spiritual not not-0
root co-empathic chakra
for ego-wealth
of eco-health,
Win/Win resilient potential.
Categories:
bodhisattvas, culture, health, humanity, humor,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
dark matters are floating
like bowls made of leaves
spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving
like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates
from rails, nothing will move now except
the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas
sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged
waiting for realization to come, not to
them but tormentors, a milky way in ever
night, the dry wind slaps on the faces
to remind them not to sleep, the shade
of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn
to give you the shadow of the blades, the
sun ultimately compresses you in the
waist- high grass of death trap.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
bodhisattvas, art,
Form: ABC
dark matters are floating
like bowls made of leaves
spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving
like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates
from rails, nothing will move now except
the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas
sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged
waiting for realization to come, not to
them but tormentors, a milky way in ever
night, the dry wind slaps on the faces
to remind them not to sleep, the shade
of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn
to give you the shadow of the blades, the
sun ultimately compresses you in the
waist- high grass of death trap.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
bodhisattvas, art
Form: I do not know?
In the garden of bodhisattvas
The heart sings the rapture of trees,
Of gems from the earth,
Opening in effervescent
splendor and wonder.
A cacophany of suffering
Sings its siren's song
As the ground trembles
With the morning's first light.
Categories:
bodhisattvas, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Free verse