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bhairo in the morning: January 2014
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Bhairo in the morning. Tuesday, January 14, 2014. 0 1 / 1 4 / 2 0 1 4 [poem]. We who've endured to two thousand fourteen. Have lived through what cannot be easily said. At least we're enured when two thousand fourteen. Comes laughingly quipping "at least you're not dead! The Y 2 K worries that fizzled away. Have long since departed our "don't worry" head. It's true many say we've still got hell to pay. But let's be insouiciant! It's better than dread. Some wizened now hobble while newlings yet spread.
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bhairo in the morning: May 2014
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Bhairo in the morning. Tuesday, May 20, 2014. A sliver shy of sixty. If I've not hell to pay. I'd call that truly nifty. The world is strange and shifty! Who spreads the bright array? A sliver shy of sixty. Thursday, May 15, 2014. For Pragya in yonder New Jersey. The kind of friends I wanted in life were invariably found on social networks. I wasn't destined to have friends like. In a Facebook status update). My bosom chums are Facebook friends and tweeters. My cronies are all cyberspatial figments.
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bhairo in the morning: "The rose without its thorn" [sonnet]
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Bhairo in the morning. Wednesday, December 10, 2014. The rose without its thorn" [sonnet]. The rose without its thorn is not a rose. The heart without its ache is not a heart. The stream's no more a stream unless it flows. The plum's hardly a plum except it's tart. That mirror is a mirror which displays. Whatever face or form you place before it. The mirror of the heart likewise arrays. A floral vision when you fetch a floret. The path of love seemed easy. At first until the obstacles kicked in.
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bhairo in the morning: Confessions of Happiness [quatrain]
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Bhairo in the morning. Thursday, January 29, 2015. Confessions of Happiness [quatrain]. Every day if I should see you becomes a wonderful day any action that involves you brings a blessing to my heart your friendship resembles an inexhaustible treasury whereby day after day tendrils of happiness surround me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Los Angeles, California, United States. DRI occasionally tweets at: raagatodi. See also his earlier blog: KIRWANI. View my complete profile. Join my blog network.
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bhairo in the morning: July 2014
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Bhairo in the morning. Wednesday, July 16, 2014. Words Overheard in the Parking Garage. From a Passerby's Blaring Walkman. A spiritual guide to mastering. The challenges of women. We'll start. With a quote. Isaiah says . . . Okay but what did Isaiah say? One wonders) might be "the challenges. Be the implication of the opaque phrase). So would Isaiah blithely fall in love. With a sweetheart so young in years? Biblical heavyweights of the old race. Of my forefathers may've adjudicated. Monday, July 7, 2014.
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bhairo in the morning: "God is online & offline" [boomerang poem]
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Bhairo in the morning. Saturday, January 17, 2015. God is online and offline" [boomerang poem]. God is online and offline. God is beyond lineation. God is without form or sign. God is in all of creation. God is deep-source information. God is top-notch ruby wine. God is the long implication. God is online and offline. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Los Angeles, California, United States. DRI occasionally tweets at: raagatodi. See also his earlier blog: KIRWANI. View my complete profile.
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bhairo in the morning: April 2014
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Bhairo in the morning. Thursday, April 24, 2014. Comic Notions and Cosmic Ruminations. After midnight: two verses. I used to quaff sake in China. Although it were known then as Joe. As parrot or mocking or minah. I mime the gestalt of the flow. At midnight Malkauns clears my head. I dawdle with cyberized chess. It's not been my fortune to wed. My wife-to-be lost my address! The sake is mild and organic. The YouTubed Gundechas intone. Machado of course was Hispanic. Because God's obscure he's alone. Comic...
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bhairo in the morning: March 2014
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Bhairo in the morning. Monday, March 24, 2014. They mention you've lately published Geek Sublime. So long as it isn't penned in Greek sublime. If function derives from form form's sourced in grace. Soul's swan gobbles worms alive by beak sublime. What's under the veil? Take a peek sublim. When Hanuman jumped to Lanka in one bound. He glimpsed in the grove a fabled cheek sublime. They argued out Krishna's theft of butter so. Was Mohan a glutton? Or a sneak sublime? To typo is human but to tweak sublime.
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bhairo in the morning: October 2014
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Bhairo in the morning. Thursday, October 30, 2014. Learning to love you" [villanelle]. Am I learning to love you day by day my friend? Might I cherish you in the stillness of my heart? Is our tale of timeless love without an end? You discovered me by strange happenstance! An ineffable circuit tracing part by part. Am I starting to love you day by day my friend? Though my poems be vague and paltry let me send. Darkling ringlets of thought till ringing words impart. Line 10: " the rend. Join my blog network.
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bhairo in the morning: August 2014
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Bhairo in the morning. Sunday, August 31, 2014. The Honeybee's Love" [rubai]. Since life in the world. Is a worrisome thing at times. The path to the friend. Has a definite ring at times. Where the pith of existence. Has a definite sting at times. Saturday, August 16, 2014. Black cat in a coal bin" [rubai]. Black cat in a coal bin in a cave at night! Can't say how your eyes gleam with a trace of light! Blindness is endemic to the world at large! Maya though systemic is dispelled by sight!
