The Effulgence Within

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Thursday, December 24, 2009

Literally Gruesome!

Engrossed as I was,deep in my flippant cacophony Turning in or turning out images, nary a funny Busy braining my wit stormy, while sculpting elite Thoughts of (untold) sketchy Hellenic delight Descending the flight of stairs was my sweetie, Her name, I must tell you sagacious readers, is Ruthie... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Inclined to drown for a crown

My heart is stone-dead, parched up dry No song, no rhythm, no sorrow, makes me cry Be thou me; engulf me with thy showers of grace O Noble one, take away all my cloggings - they trace, They chase, they haunt, beyond all my favorite haunts – To where I thought I could elope from all my flighty wants... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Unopened Door

Rain came in torrents with the night darkening My day’s work done and the last guest gone I locked the door. Knock, knock! Who can be there? Weary and trodden, I ignored peeping through the door None can at this ungodly hour be my guest “Come”, said I, “lay to your rest”. It’s just the doors, or... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 21, 2009

Man and his wish

A woodcutter, all his life cut wood and weeds In the jungles. With a daily load on his head Walked he to the market to sell his deeds Made some money and ate his food Never did he from his task, deflect or waver Nor ever did think life was not wholly good. Not so today; now old and feeble Try as he... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 19, 2009

Making our latent potential patent

Sam desired of me to write a critique of my own poem, “ Steps in Redemption ”. She observes, “I think it would be outstanding if you took this poem and objectively critique as though you had not written it. It is loaded top to bottom with conveyance of transitioning to salvation”. Somewhat difficult... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 18, 2009

Spiritual Blockade

What is Spirituality save finding our connection … Who we are, released from annexation Relaxed in the Supreme power that be – Existence No past, no future, only abiding in present intense Is all … Agreed! Ruminations gnaw, am I qualified for progress, I Feel there are obstructions? Responses... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Steps in Redemption?

I have heard, heard from quarters deep Love is the glue that holds, binds, unites the universe Why is it then that nectarine waters in me not seep? Is it because I do not love myself? This verse, This question I surmise is in season In spite of all my bawdy internal treason I do realize I have not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

A Sonnet on Mixed-up gropings

I know not what strange affliction assails me today Somehow it tells me Aba, you’ve gone too far Hold, hold, why don’t you realize it’s not your day Conscerate all to Lord and spare the unnecessary spar You indulge in, in your rationality walks of daily life All are nothing but mere exercises in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Coleridge’s imaginative use of ballad style

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy … We see in the above lines of “ The Ancient Mariner” the medieval influence of the supernatural at work in the skeletal ship - the dicing demons on the deck evoking a fearful nightmare of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 14, 2009

How does looking into a Looking Glass look like?

It is the austere language of a diffident man, Hardy, marked with stoical fortitude, patient and uncomplaining, that his poem, “I Look into My Glass”, has an indelibly immediate appeal on the readers’ mind, in his teaching man to face up to Time unflinchingly. Time, with its power, brings... Sign in to see full entry.

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Embarking on a journey in spiritual quest is fraught with the dangers of doubt, tension and anxiety, disbeliefs, misgivings, and a whole lot of uncertainties. Still, it is that one most integral aspect of life that humankind can rarely ignore or do without. Scientific minds are at loggerheads with what constitute religious truths; likewise, there are close-minded believers that give no credence to scientific facts. What I intend and invite you to discuss here is an intelligent amalgamation of the two seemingly diabolically opposite understandings: whether there exists an interrelationship that can help man to evolve and bloom like the perennial lily?

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