God Wolf Poems

SAT NAM 

I am rose in sunlight breathing 
               Buddha in...

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Sitting outside the firelight
I share this valley with the moon
The stars twinkle overhead
and the bullfrogs begin to croon
My fire sparks its own starlight
drifting up into...

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The echoes of the wind tell a story of the great white wolf,
Born of the stars, she chose to become human, to find the heart...

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Buddy gives me his wolf look.
The one he gave me the day I found him
Sleeping on our porch on the couch
The day he jumped up...

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He has the kind of evil inside that every woman wants
They follow him as if he is candy; a pied piper of sweet
he is anything...

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Live the life
where you let others judge and praise
more religiously than God,
with all the shackles of social media
you adorn in blindness,
letting trinkets fill you with ecstasy, 
and...

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Wolf is a symbol of guardianship, ritual, loyalty and spirit. Having the ability to make quick emotional attachments, it trusts their own instincts. We too...

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I identify as the king who only kneel to God
With the puissance to smile with destruction all around
Frustration mental abusiveness
Still comfortably above ground
Humbled by the...

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Wolves travel in packs, a few
Represented by an alpha male who
Is always leading the pack to a greater good
Where they can find food and shelter
With...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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Dark Times

Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. 
Bleak times, diseased remembrances. 
Why?
You know.
You know because deep inside…

You have hid under a blanket...

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A Wedding Day

Cleaning the church is a privilege. 
I go every Saturday, humbly to serve. 
It is not a boast, it is small gratitude paid,...

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