Short Hermits Poems

the absolute truth is affirmed
by hermits, again and again
love alone is real, they say
we rise when fears, are to rest lain...

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alone I am
where hermits hide
alone I swim
in tears I've cried

pillars of pain
surround my door
walking in rain
a walked-on floor...

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Show me God in the here and now 
Tomorrow is too late 
Oh lama! Pulse of love follow
Bliss that doesn’t abate

So spake all hermits wise
Cease to size; vaporise
As currents within rise

Overawed
Show me God

21-January-2022
Quietus ...

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Shadows danced in the hermits cave

from the tiny light his candle gave,

he washed his face, but did not shave.

All his life he was a knave,

his Bible said, the souls a slave.

So, he left all the things to crave,

redeemed by God, but can't behave.

Covered by God, Hells fire to stave.

Pacing in prayer, saints paths to pave,

blowing out the candle, a stub he'll save....

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~ Class Notes ~

Bills don't jingle
  Coins aren't single
Hermits don't mingle
  Diets don't Pringle

Fingers can't fingle
  Though pingers oft pingle
Wingers wings' wingle
  When Bilinguals lingual

No, dirt floors haven't shingles
  Nor mountaintops dingles
But the snow still tingles
  The beard of Chris Cringle



 ~ Transcribed into Readable 
      Form by A. Stew Dent...

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words lay eggs on paper.
           in time,
they break their prison shells,
          crawl out,
        eat and fatten

but may sneak out like hermits
           meditate 
     in the hard crusts 
           of silence

at the end of Metamorphosis,
        they flit round
        like butterflies
 
moving in crisscross patterns
           before our 
        perceptive eyes!...

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When they heard it screamed a 'Damn it!'
One of them had dared to submit
That Charles, Incurable Hermit,
Chair their forthcoming First Summit
"I'm not shocked, his own dad Hermit:
Why wouldn't he such views permit?"

More screams of 'Bull !' and 'Damn it!'
Didn't George reckon that summit.
To hermits is outside their remit
Not like to a kin cash remit
And face a life of self-limit......

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Miciles of 
             Kisses 

I lost in hermits 
  When you comes in my time 
             My check 
  My forehead... 
                           My heart 
  My chest...... 
                            My lips 

  Shot by your Miciles 

   My jaw gets down to see 
   You when you laugh 
    And your beautiful face 
 And lips glow for kiss 


With love all 
Jagdish Bajantri...

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Let's go out 

Invitation is just a card but 
what have been written on 
It is my love eyes which is 
calling for the journey and 
the time which we are going 
to spend like how I am feeling 
into the hermits about you 

I'm flapping like a fish to tell 
that's your are my princess 
who just carrying my heart 
to say let's go out.... 
But not...... 


With love all 
Jagdish Bajantri...

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laughter rushes   summer cleanses
                            subverts subsistence 
children ramble  seaside scramble
                scribble sand
            
hamlet beckons   hangout persuades
                         hermits wade
worship freedom
                wooing
emissaries 
                dripping
leisure
                wedges in
                







Poem composed July 8, 2021...

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birds of the same feather
   don't always flock together;
     while most prefer safety in numbers,
       a few just want to be hermits on towers;
         there are others which opt to flap farther
            where the wingspan room is much wider;
         among them, too, are anti-social loners,
       and a noisy bunch of social climbers;
     most of the birds that flock together,
  especially during fair weather,
are not of the same feather!...

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There is a small piece of the world
The color of mother of pearl
As soft as the smooth inner shell
Where the humblest hermits dwell

And the sound of the blood’s rush and the roar
Is the calm, sleepy shush of the shore
And the faint scent of sagebrush in bloom
Spans both cool beach and hot desert dunes

And the tumbleweeds, driftwood and gloam
On the eventide, they always come home
And the stars in the sky and the stars in the sea
On the eventide, they come home to me....

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