Devotional Poetry

[JRdd 0]

I just got a fantastic book of haiku by Radhika devi dasi, called Under the Rose. I excerpted some of it on The Open Heart site at:

 

http://geocities.com/theopenheart/haiku.html

 

 

[Tarun 6]

BronxZooLila dd spontaneously came out with this one last week:

"Should RAdhA-KRSNa be forgot & never brought to mind,

We'll chant the Holy Names of God instead of Auld Lang Syne."

[radharani 0]

This is one of my little poems I like writing poetry:

 

a dream of a kiss too soon/and worlds converging whirlwind/heady warlock, what all is in there/invisible pinwheels/a drawing in both ways/to only a touch of union/and it seemed enough

[radharani 0]

here's a 2nd:

 

you hide in

the light

i in the dark

cleaving to each other

as day to night

 

sweat and tears

enduring all the years

fears

and even as death nears

 

soil lays fallow

each to its season

i love you the same

by any name

 

as mercury to mars are

portals of earth and soul

i seek reflection

in a wish

 

for a bird to fly, a fish to swim

and me to love you

like wind from a hurricane

felt miles away

[radharani 0]

a 3rd:

 

i ride the ships

of the waves of your song

here in the universe

 

i hear the drips

of your tears as they're falling

forming oceans of new worlds

 

i remember your lips

so silent, remembering

every word

 

i dont have a rhyme in my head

nor reason, going beyond

this moment

 

the universe rises and rises

falling back into me

i could ride the waves awhile

 

desire anchors me here

i only glimpse the heavens

because you are here

[JRdd 0]

Sorry if it seems like I'm following you. We just keep happening to be in the same place. These poems are absolutely beautiful. When I get back to working on my website, could I post your poems in that poetry section that started?

JR

[radharani 0]

Sure, what kind of website is it?

[radharani 0]

not sure if this one is appropriate, feel free to delete it . . .

 

i am time and you are space the goddess waits

in the dawn of blood, in the Age of Gas & Blood.

the muder of emotion doesn't suit me

it makes a crone of youth

giving reign to the Hand of stench-stiff Death.

she wears her vulnerable nature like a crown;

to fall in love with a God is easy

but to learn to love him back is more like

a trip to the dentist every day

or being put on the racks for good, i would,

like a monkey in a cage;

enduring offerings of leather incense,

reminding me of the prayers of the animals.

my thoughts are not my own, and neither

are my tears. the rain isnt mine, cant you see the source of fear?

daddy, i dont want to be human anymore.

i could live like that, i could turn myself to stone, and, heart made of stone, flesh

made more solid still--is that your wish,

my sweet? to be a statue next to you,

our love carved out more eternal,

carved out in stone with us inside . . .

if only the carver had carved at least

our fingers touching.

i always like the way my eyes look after crying, more honest, sometimes,

because i cant walk when i feel,

i have to lie or die . . . i eat portkins and turnips and daffodil-ears . . .

[radharani 0]

here's a link to the rest of my poetry and stuff, i guess i wouldnt consider it all devotional, but its products of the process

 

http://groups.msn.com/TheARTOfPhilosophy/korespoetry.msnw