"ganesh" poems
It's where I'm meant to be,
But you're standing in my way.
You're not a harmful subject,
Yet you're not asking me to stay.
It's where I'm meant to be,
My heart said it's the only way.
You're standing before me,
Turning my mind into your clay.
It's where I'm meant to be,
I thought my final signs were screaming.
At me, of course, who else?
You're standing there listening and watching.
It's where I'm meant to be,
I thought God finally heard my call.
My call to Him was not for you, but for a path,
The one you're still standing in strong and tall.
It's where I'm meant to be,
For how much more must I pray?
You're still my growing obstacle,
Hey Ganesh, lost options for games to play?
It's where I'm meant to be,
I call the place my mother, my home.
You're there standing like a sacred idol,
Hey Ganesh, please make your message to me, more known.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
sweet Kali stands before us
an offering she holds
while all the skulls around her neck
sleep in a child's repose
there are many souls in limbo
they wander through our sight
seekers for salvation
seeking for the light
a universe lies waiting
a red planet full of stars
just beneath the lingham
that rests in Kali's arms
the dogs lie waiting patiently
while Ganesh begins to writhe
turning to a serpent
that writhes before our eyes
here's the minotaur from Jambu Dweep
wrapped in a golden fleece
telling stories in my head
the tales of ancient Greece
then Kali holds a severed head
cradled gently in her hand
while beneath the Shiva Lingham
someone lies upon the sand.....
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 4:33 AM UTC
Hear my chants , feel their sincerity
Remove these negative things keeping me
A part of my mistakes and short comings
Can you reverse this downward karma for me
Otherwise let them punish i for my worth
Or lack there of, i know i deserve happiness
When i only want to see it on everyones face
Krishna dancing till i can see the light again
Remove all of the want and wonton desire
Replace it with love let me breathe in peace
And be one with the wind again
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
Within this jungle, which is ours
I ride the back of Thunder-cloud, my friend
Around and through the thickets
thick banyan trees & palm fruit fallen leaves
Down muddy earthen paths
until everything is green and shadows
until inside its heart, the rain forest
trees of this jungle are city buildings - tall
and choir of fauna high and low
do not fear to sing beneath our cathedral's shade
In this kingdom of flora and ruby rich dirt
belongs to thunder-cloud and dirt-poor me
A Mowgli on his elephant,
hollars ahead to any that hear "We are free!"
Here, far from the whips' lashing, guns,
away from the loud business of murderous money
They who say that I am nothing
in their eyes who abacus my worth with looks
with upraising lust of wolves
but I a free man, a simpleton for beloved (Earth)
I am dark skinned
Krishna on my steed of thunder-clouds
A native son of brown & green wilderness
caterwauling to the beyonds unknown
Within our jungle, brother thunder,
my elephant of deep clouds gray
we are Mammoth and as wild as wide
as open as free... with every step forward
on this living journey
we will take
a peaceful kind of smile
will only be what is written
upon each lovely lovely face
*(Within our jungles...we live simply
without the Man's hate
not today will I hunger, nor will I thirst
fed on real wonder, drank clouds of Himalayan rain
without a rupee to my name... on the back of thunder
my gentle Ganesh - I have no one to blame.)*
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Sara L Russell 11/11/2015, 01:45am
I wanted to end writer's block.
So I got on my magic carpet and said "Take me to India."
It took off at fantastic speed.
Clouds flew past like frantic ghosts.
I thought I saw Lord Ganesh
smoking a hookah by the Taj Mahal.
The sparkling waters of the Ganges soon came into view.
I dismounted the magic carpet and waded out
in my long chiffon dress, into the cool water.
Candles shaped like lotus flowers drifted idly by.
Suddenly I caught my toes on a reed and was falling,
falling, falling...
the magic carpet flew away.
Woke up in ****** Carpet Right.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
I'm going tell you what you mean to me
I want to swim in your divinity
Emotions flow in unity
Recreating our reality
You would be my only wish
Eat you like my favorite dish
Raw or cooked just like fish
Tasty wisdom of Ganesh
Through darkest night be my sight
Battles for you I would fight
Marching to increase my might
In passions flame my love ignites
Overcome an army for you my treasure
Hell or heaven cannot measure
Pain I feel it..gives me pleasure
Will worship you at your leisure
Soul reflected in your eyes
Impaled forever between your thighs
As energy we begin to rise
You and I super size
Simple in our complexity
Illuminated for all to see
Acquired this ability
To tell you What You Mean to Me.
.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
where is my indian
is it in the way i don't use my palms as a medium to transport rice into the back of my mouth
is it in the way my face turns gloomy at the sight of spice and curry
is it in my skin color that isn't as brown as you need it to be
is it in my eyebrows which aren't as bushy as per your requirements
is it in the way my tongue twists awkwardly as i say happy diwali
is it in the way amma is the most fluent piece of tamil i speak
is it in the way i didn't know how to recite the words at my grandpas funeral
is it in the way i cannot, for the life of me, name you another tamil movie besides chandramukhi?
or
is it in the religious classes i took up until age 12
is it in the ramayana epic that i learnt, age 8
is it in the sanskrit bhajans i was made to sing, not knowing what they meant, age 10
is it in knowing that ganesh is the remover of obstacles,
brahma, vishnu, shiva - the creator, the preserver, the destroyer
is it in the eyeliner drawing a bindi in between my eyes when i
head to the temple, to present myself as indian
where is my indian
is it on a checklist, is there a passing mark?
where is my indian
please tell me,
because i am tired of feeling like a foreigner in my own skin
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:33 AM UTC
The world is full of friends yet to meet
The world with divine love replete
O Ganesh, I am at your feet
Your incarnation in the poetry of the beat
Statuesque and filled with light
As I saw you on my flight
A mesmerising and illustrious sight
That bids goodbye to hate and spite
Irresistible to adore
Ganesh, the champion of ancient lore
A countervailing force to war
Hear him riot, hear him roar
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 8:33 PM UTC
Hidden away
within the forest walls
protect me my trees
and the tall Grandfather,
staring down at me.
Was this meant to be?
Some great lesson within
the confines
of the spaces between leaves.
The family of deer,
greeting me at the first Entrance.
Beauty behold,
these magnificent pillars,
who ungrudging hold up the heavens.
Was that the true treasure?
The forest was witness to the bond.
My best friend,
thank you.
Thank you Grandfather tree,
for guarding and protecting,
as the goddesses and gods,
play among the forest floor.
Thank you to the gnomes and faeries,
for taking care,
of the love sealed withing a wooden box.
Thank you Ganesh,
for being the trusty and honorable
guard at the gates,
at the ceremony of love
and adventure.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
I'm in a place when I smell the roses
time stopped, as well as the people that made me victim of them appossin.
My smile frozen, edged curved in time, forever to shine like michael jackson in the lime,
light, and MY smile will thrive forever to survive with positive vibes,
seein the horizon, the seas, feeling the breeze. love in the air I breathe.
Im pleased with myself in every way, happy, no one can down me.
The only way is if they ground me.
But even then my existence in a different plain.
Will still be the same, positivity is a drug I cant explain..
Ill chill Buddha, Smoke hookah with Ganesh, And kamsutra with different females dieties maybe Aphrodite. who knows?
arm wrestle with aeries , battle hades, Im feeling larger then life, im enlighten to Die twice and it wouldnt matter, cause positive vibe still writes and fights and chills and works for thrills.
To live it up at night, im happy for once and I thank my saints.
Cause without them, my ship wouldve been sanjked.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Look in the keyhole
see into infinity
climb through
back where I started
turn around
look in the keyhole
see into infinity
climb through
back where I started
turn around
realize the door is standing in the middle of infinity
I put it there on some drunken night
thinking I was clever in my devising
never realizing I would trick myself with it too
kick the door down
and turn it into a flying carpet
a person can travel forever here
I see others at their own doors
seems my little game wasn't original after all
that's ok
I see others on their carpets
and wave hello
I see rockets and planes and balloons
There is a buddha hovering over a planet there
at peace, in zenful meditation
she is beautiful.
what wonders to discover
what glorious souls to meet
we are all family
we all know each others names and faces
before our first meetings and introductions
Saw a friend knock down her door
and fly away with wings, rapture on her face
I wept for joy to see her go
knowing our foreheads will touch again when it is time
and the stories she will tell!
Oh the stories!
All of these tales from divine lips
weaving into the fabric of the infinite
weaving us together as a whole
We Are - I Am
We Are One
Each experience becomes a story
Each life is an epic journey
retold with the tongues of cosmic bards
the words resonate in swirls and patterns
making sacred geometry with the stars
I see, I see, I see
there is so much to take in
and so much to give back
dancing with the bear and the wolf
the eagle and the raven cry out above our heads
reminding me of the regal heritage which death wears on it's crown.
Supping at a feast of the gods, Inanna on one side, Ganesh leaning on my shoulder
they laugh and cry and tell cheesy jokes like the rest of us
when we aren't looking
we are in the infinite, there is no rush
for there is no time - it's all Now
May 12, 2010
May 12, 2010 at 8:14 PM UTC
Tamla Motown,
my soccer team Tottenham
for so many sweet memories,
my old girlfriend Stella ... I know
I should have Stella,
I know,
tigers,
brown bears & the lowly centipede,
Charlie Chaplin, that old ****** son of a gun,
Laurel & Hardy, just because ...
Tarkovsky movies ... Toshiro Mifune,
anything with custard,
apple pie,
fresh bread,
Indian folks for the way they
shake their heads for yes,
Indian folks for their god
that charming Ganesh,
books,
Sci-fi movies ... lots of them anyway,
children laughing,
children playing,
& thus playgrounds,
serious folks who pay attention,
Anarchists ... of course,
my old grannie for her
attentions,
English food when it actually
works,
trees,
birds, bees,
old Chinese folks up at dawn
to collect cans,
& my Facebook friends,
take care you all now.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
I guess I'll just have to open my heart wider than my pretty little mouth.
Too bad it's been stitched shut with the linings of your actions.
Gonna have to
pop pop rip it
at the seams
it seems.
Frayed flesh
frayed flesh pray
to Ganesha Ganesh.
Bleed freely
cut it loose and
let it flow like a river.
Remover of stitches and rain fixed ditches collapsing in on themselves like a star folding itself up and hiding in a drawer.
Dust bunnies get bigger the longer they can stay unseen.
I like to collect particles of past lives and the stories of fallen strands of hair.
Along the lines of wispy waves come fine chimes of timely bells bellowing only perceived truth but truth nonetheless.
Tear it apart like you would the last letter a lover wrote you.
Let the pieces fuel a fire to keep you warm and bright.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Ganesh, my Lord, enchanting child
The wisdom that is his is ours
For Love he wakes me to go wild
To live in Heaven's eternal hour
He makes me start the world again
And redeem the ancient lore
A magical and sublime friend
His virtues keen and sure
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 11:17 AM UTC
The remover of all obstacles,
O' Vighnaharta
I fold my hands and bow my head,
In prayer
You've always been my key pilot
O' Vinayaka
I come to you with all my heart
O' Lord of Lords
My knowledge comes from thee
In abundance, you've shed your blessings
Upon me
I offer my soul, my lifes all deeds
To thy feet
Hail O' Datta
I welcome you in my life everyday
At this Ganesh Utsav
I request you to visit me today
With your favorite dessert and flavouries
I've decorated a plate,
Sweet ladoos, modak, paan and durva
With this red velvet hibiscus garland and flowers
I am standing here waiting at the gate
In the temple, inside my soul
Where blossoms the energy to carryout my role
Dear Father,
You never disappoint your devotees
In this aeon of cycle, on this earth and beyond
You'll always be my protector
Coz my soul shares a devotional infinite bond
With you,
Ganpati Bappa Morya...
©sim
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
Happy Ganesh Chaturthi
Here is wishing all of you, my dear friends....
દુનિયા આખી, દુખોથી ગઈ છે ઘેરાઈ, આવો ઓ વિઘ્નહર્તા આવો
સર્વનો ત્રાસ દૂર કરવા વિનંતી કરીયે, આવો શિવ-પાર્વતીના સંતાન આવો
દુખીઓના આંસુ લુસવા આવ્યા વિઘ્નહર્તા, આવ્યા ગણપતિ બાપ્પા આવ્યા
મોદક ભાવે, લાડવા ભાવે; જલ્દી આરતી ઉતારો, બાપ્પા આવ્યા, બાપ્પા આવ્યા !
હાર-તોરણ લાવો, સાજ- શીંગાર કરો, રે લોકો બધાં મળી... મંગલ ગીત ગાવો
આરતી ઉતારો, મોદક, લાડવા પેંડા વેહચો બધાંને પ્રસાદ તરીકે, બાપ્પાને વધાવો
જોજો લોકો, બાપ્પા હોય માટીના, અથવા માવા કે ચોકલેટના; સાચવજો નદીના નીર
જીવન છે મુશ્કેલીઓથી ઘેરાયેલું, ઓ સુખકર્તા- દુઃખહર્તા, આવીને દૂર કરજો લોકોની પીડ.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Aug 30, 2022
Aug 30, 2022 at 12:44 AM UTC
He feels and writes like he has the heart of Ganesh,
With his mind I want to have an exchange, enmesh,
A flower with love's light imbued,
Conjures word, makes it spirit's food,
This is his time, all time is his,
O Beauty, I beg you, tell me how do you see the world like this?
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
Welcome here, to this Earth, O Ganeshji, son of Shiv-parvati, O Vighnaharta ...
Umpteen problems this world is in, grant us peace and prosperity, O Vighnaharta
Your blessings, require we all, weak or strong, big or small; so please come, O Vighnaharta
HAPPY GANESH CHATURTHI.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 1:03 AM UTC
Ravi gratefully settled down on the cottage bed. It seemed
like centuries since he had slept in an actual bed. Up to now
he’d slept outside and on the thinly carpeted floor of a
Buddhist temple.
In fact, Ravi was very thankful to be alive after suffering
a serious stroke and subsequent amnesia for almost 3 years.
He was discovered sleeping on the steps of a Hindu temple
by a kind priest, named Swami Krishna.
After several inquiries, Ravi was finally given refuge by
a compassionate monk at a local Buddhist temple in Melbourne.
When my hubby David and I first met Ravi there was
an instant connection.
His humble, soft spoken nature touched our
souls as he shared his heart wrenching story. During the
period of his stroke, he lost almost everything,
most of his possessions, his wife and his memory.
Wandering the streets of Melbourne desolate and
forsaken by man, he was never forsaken by God.
It was a beautiful night, stars shimmered above the
colossal golden Buddha statue. As Ravi related his story,
David offered to help him recover his life. We all prayed
fervently to Lord Ganesh to remove all obstacles on his path.
In the coming months, Ravi and David were able to piece
together the fragments of his shattered life.
Marvelously, Ravi was also able to connect with his
parents in India who had not heard from their only son
in three years! Imagine the relief, joy and
ecstasy when they heard his familiar voice.
The other day we invited Ravi to our house for lunch.
Entering the puja room, we made sure to offer
thankful prayers to Lord Ganesh. The huge photograph
of Sai Avatar illumining the puja room smiled benevolently
at our precious guest.
Ravi chuckled almost tearfully when he told me he had
finally gotten his own bed. He recalled in the past how
he had purchased a $4000 bed for his ex-wife and
now he was so blissfully grateful for this simple cot.
As I reflected on Ravi’s story I thought to myself how
unpredictable life is. Wealth, property, spouses,
everything in this world is subject to change and loss.
It is so important to wake up from this
long, arduous dream and embrace the beautiful,
golden, eternal kiss of God and realize who we are now.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
Ganesh, remover of obstacles
I call upon thee
Help me, make a miracle
Peace and calm is what I desperately seek
My mind, so diabolical
Could use a divine deed
Ease its pain and suffering, so illogical
For your help I once again plead
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC
Whilst I was sat, indifferent, no care,
A golden aura drenched, suffused the air,
Behind me, felt the aura manifest,
Distinguished by its golden colour blessed,
An angel who'd sung woe for me, alack,
With gentle pressure rapped upon my back,
Showed divinest beauty of my words,
Said my poetry admit me to God's herd,
In time the angel said My name is John,
My cheeks flushed rosy, killed the pallor wan,
I could tell from his enchanted drawl,
The angel John had come from Liverpool,
Then he invited me upon his wings,
To meet the angels, listen how they sing,
Grafting for Peace, a team aspiring,
Rushing round the earth in golden rings,
The earthen angels with loves light enmeshed,
Their names were blake and Buddha and ganesh,
Shooting angel message like gods darts,
In to sad, beleaguered human hearts,
Then to meet archangels of the sky,
Chasing light where bonny angels fly,
Then to shiva, beaming, proud, supreme,
Painted with a pallet got from dream,
Then to cosmic churning, tuneful truth,
Knelled out sure with beauty rare forsooth,
To most of us the blessed truth, aloof,
But I listened, and wisdom I sure hath,
Beyond seismic ocean, something more,
A goddess, deva, Kali, beauty sure,
Against the demons in incessant war,
A goddess irresistible to adore,
She, the truest vision of myself,
Tis good I strove to fly to spirits health,
And trusted John to climb upon his wings,
For he I sing, most cherishable of things
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
WELCOME
Here comes the divine VIGHN HARTA
Son of Maa Parvati n the mighty Shiva
This Country n its people desperately need You.
Ganeshji, welcome You with open arms, we do.
Bring in joy, bring in prosperity n peace
May this Nation's difficulties n problems cease.
HAPPY GANESH CHATURTHI
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 2:36 AM UTC
I’m going down to ***** yes, that’s where I’m going to go—
I’m going to go see Jesus because I hear he puts on a real good show,
The blonde mothers are out in force,
I see them and their daughters reflected in the mirrored *****
I’m going to rev up my time machine and take you back to school
Where the nuns run amok and Bettie gives me her juice,
I painted the walls with Gods, superheroes and naked women,
Drunk on red wine she’s upside down all the time—
I haven’t seen Angela for years—I wish she’d give me a call,
I hear she went to France where her psychic powers blossomed
And became a stripper at the Folies Bergere,
But I could be thinking of that Italian girl—
I wish I had Frances right now on the couch,
I’ve wanted Frances every day of my life—
But now I’m going down to ***** to throw the ***** litter away—
I don’t know where she puts it but I’ll let her keep that secret to herself,
She can turn my water into wine any time,
In her lipstick and lingerie she’s just the Savior this town needs,
She’s a blonde statue of all tomorrow’s mothers right about now,
Her stockings color match her eyes, she’s the hottest Jew I know
She’s got the right machinery to worship all night long—
I don’t think she’s a nun because she’s cold to the touch
I don’t think she’s a mother because I love her too much,
Give me a reason and I’ll swear off alcohol,
I’ll meet you down in ***** and we’ll have a ball—
You say Baudelaire and I’ll say Marconi,
Play your guitar so loud Asian Rockettes can hear
You all the way in high-tech Heaven
Where they bump and grind the night away—
And every star you want to see takes out their glasses and starts to read
Jackson Pollack was no poet but oh, if he were
We wouldn’t need Frank O’Hara or a telephone to get the job done
I looked in her mouth and then jumped right in—
She was **** on the outside but inside she was a real friend
She went to California just like her mother told her to
With a pocket full of placebos to hand out at the zoo—
The elephants took one look at her and cut off her head
Like Shiva cut off the head of Ganesh—the Mahabharata all came true
And a nickel in ***** gets what a nickel gets
We’re going down to ***** where mother’s on her back all the time—
Where a poet can speak English and doesn’t need to rhyme
I’ve got her head in a sack and I’m never coming back—
***** is my home and mother will never be alone again—
I’m going down to ***** yes, that’s where I’m going to go—
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
Modern:
O bards, beget your wisdom, tell it pure
My appetite for it is wild, wants more
What divinations have thee pray to tell
With artful voice your message you tell well
The truth of other worlds you sweet convey
And to the law of Peace you do obey
The knowledge of God is yours, the mysteries
That transcend both time and history
Ancient:
O friend of modern age, of your request
To beget the knowledge with which I am blessed
I open up my arms, welcome you in
To honour thee I happy, joyful sing
The democracy of knowledge beckons me
To share the truth of all I sense and see
I hope the truth regales you, feeds thy mind
Superior truth is Love, activity refined
Modern:
O friend, I thank thee for thy correspondence
And note your song has Love flow in its cadence
We need your wisdom in the modern age
A time when lies of shill outnumber sage
Nature stands attacked, her knowledge ******
Exactly as the monarchs have cruel planned
The trees must speak to impoverished modern ears
O tell me all the wisdom of your years
Ancient:
The trees salute your wisdom, as do I
In Nature we may find a superior sky
The monarchs? They be but exalted fools
You would do well to disobey their rules
The true lord is Ganesh, his love is sure
That cherub irresistible to adore
I tell thee, be devoted to his form
And of illusions your vision shall be shorn
Modern:
When present times be cold and dark as these
And trouble be as fathoms deep as seas
We could do with the wisdom of Ganesh
But from his truth the modern folk digress
They seek for glory in material things
They see an angel and, ignorant, clip his wings
It makes a sage remorseful, these cruel times
O friend, write back, with your superior rhymes
Ancient:
The modern folk, you're right, are led astray
By status, wealth, I share that pain, dismay
But redemption is a possibility
If souls will to think and eyes to see
Our bond with universe is there, remains
When nourished, God's wisdom rains
I end this message with a soft salute
May knowledge bless your heart, take root
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 4:43 PM UTC