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The Suburbs

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Fri, 24 Jul 2015 16:03:16 GMT  <== Poetry ==> 

THE SUBURBS

Complaint
Is only possible

While living in the suburbs
Of God.


Daniel Ladinsky, The Gift

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My Eyes So Soft

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Thu, 16 Jul 2015 14:15:43 GMT  <== Poetry ==> 

MY EYES SO SOFT

Don't Surrender
Your loneliness so quickly.
Let it cut more
Deep.

Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice so
Tender,

My need of God
Absolutely
Clear.


Daniel Ladinsky, The Gift

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I'd Call That

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Sat, 11 Jul 2015 11:59:27 GMT  <== Poetry ==> 

I'D CALL THAT

Before I
fell asleep last night
I laid awake and wondered:

What did I achieve this day
just roaming around calling His name?

So I brought before my mind's eye all who
I had been kind to,
and it turned out to be
all things that
I had
seen.

I'd call that--one hell of a
productive
day!


Daniel Ladinsky, Love Poems from God

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Great Pilgrimage

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Tue, 07 Jul 2015 11:10:24 GMT  <== Poetry ==> 

GREAT PILGRIMAGE

I felt in need of a great pilgrimage
so I sat still for three
days

and God came
to me.


Daniel Ladinsky, Love Poems from God

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Visiting Holy Shrines

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Wed, 01 Jul 2015 14:32:52 GMT  <== Poetry ==> 

VISITING HOLY SHRINES

If you circumambulated every holy shrine
in the world
ten times,

it would not get you to heaven
as quick

as controlling your
anger.


Daniel Ladinsky, Love Poems from God

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Soldier On

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Sat, 11 Apr 2015 11:31:07 GMT  <== Poetry ==> 


Soldier On

Science has proven
that merely looking
at photos
of beautiful women
stimulates
the pleasure centers
in a man's brain.

I can verify
that experiment.

But looking at
a real woman,
in the room,
and smelling her,
and feeling the
vibrations
of her voice,
feels so good
that it's almost
too much to bear.

The temptation
is palpable
to rip off her clothes
and have my way
with her,
right here
on the table.

But such is not
the way of the world.
So I soldier on,
in silent
suffering.


Bill St. Clair

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Spring Blessing

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Wed, 08 Apr 2015 05:29:00 GMT  <== Poetry ==> 

Spring Blessing

One day you wake up
able to name the weight
youve been carrying.
Realizing its not part of your body or your being,
not essential in any way to journeying or joy,
you set it down gently, without fanfare
in the long soft grass at the side of the road
and walk on
surprised to find yourself
smiling in the warm sun
for no particular reason.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 2015

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Could You Embrace That?

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Sat, 14 Mar 2015 13:34:45 GMT  <== Poetry ==> 

COULD YOU EMBRACE THAT?

I said to God, "Let me love you."
And He replied, "Which part?"

"All of you, all of you," I said.

"Dear," God spoke, "you are as a mouse
wanting to impregnate
a tiger who is not even in heat. It is a feat
way
beyond your courage and strength.
You would run from me
if I removed my
mask."

I said to God again,
"Beloved I need to love you—every aspect,
every pore."

And this time God said,

"There is a hideous blemish on my body,
though it is such an infinitesimal part of
my Being—
could you kiss that if it were revealed?"

"I will try, Lord, I will try."

And then God said,
"That blemish is all the hatred and
cruelty in this
world."


Daniel Ladinsky, Love Poems from God

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How Fascinating

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Mon, 09 Mar 2015 14:41:24 GMT  <== Poetry ==> 


HOW FASCINATING

How

Fascinating the idea of death

Can be.

Too bad, though,

Because

It just isn't

True.


Daniel Ladinsky, The Gift

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Size Doesn't Matter

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Thu, 05 Mar 2015 16:44:12 GMT  <== Poetry ==> 


Size Doesn't Matter

I've wondered if
My tiny dick
Is God's way of saying that,
For this lifetime,
I don't have to
Always think of sex.

If so,
He must have forgotten
That size,
Unfortunately,
Doesn't matter.


Bill St. Clair

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