Short Godhood Poems
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Peace 1
Peace 1
Peace is the Godhood calling
Guidance and enlightenment for the right way
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Regards
Dr, M , Golshani niya
Walking Dante's ninth circle,
a pocketful of sunshine
and blood full of blossoming promise.
I'm alive
and dead.
The gods laugh at me—
or is it Bacchus alone?
A hedonist,
looking for approval,
unaware of mine own godhood.
That thou art my heart's desire,
As I seek to transcend pain.
Human vessels strive for godhood.
Yet I realize I am not grand,
As I survey the terrain in view,
I lose sight of what I can do,
Faith is small.
And footsteps fail.
I grow weak.
And to I reach out my trembling hand.
Peace is the best politics
Peace is the heart of victories
Way and its idealogy are the best pleasantness
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literatural Academy of cultures
Flowring soul of societies
Its philosophy is extensive
Best live political
Beatiful Of every Challenge
Accordant with existence law
Heavenly Confederacy
Godhood order to existence
Pinnacle
perfect creation~
poets write
odes to me;
artists strive to capture the
pure essence of me.
I am felt
by work-worn masses
who have lain
in the shade
of me, trembling at the sheer
weight of my godhood.
None dare tempt
the eons-long stone
strength of me,
faith in me,
lest I erupt in anger~
Destroyer of Worlds!
Time.. Is it Ever On our side Or always Against us?
We seek time to live as we will, But it slips through our fingers like water.
Do we posesse It or are we Slaves to its Musings?
If time could stop, what would we do with the opportunity?
Would We Ascend to Godhood & benefit others Or would we waste the moment with our
personal wishes, Absurdities & trivialites?
The choices are innumerable, The possibilities Infinate,
What would you Do, which Do you Choose?
Form:
In boundless realms, where thoughts collide/
A force emerges, unmatched in stride/
A single grain, a spark, a flame/
Perfection crowned by its own name/
Flawless, fierce, it dares to rise/
An awe struck wonder beneath the skies/
In defiance of limits, it carves its place/
A sovereign spirit, a boundless grace/
No hate resides where pride takes seat/
A heart unyielding, steady in its beat/
The king of kings, beneath its light/
Bow to the Pitbull, in eternal might/
Living on fringe
he was stealing genes.
Fear of rebirth
started a dialogue with death!
Ignited by an asexual urge
the belly went into flames.
The super star dived in sea
dragging down his old father.
The sleek content of million years
defies the water, the wind.
The godhood remains a mystery
in the blue shapeless sky.
The impatience becomes the godmother.
Like mushrooms we grow.
Nobody will notice the change.
A white shroud stuns the artist.
SATISH VERMA
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