"ganesha" poems
Peeling Oranges
We sat on the floor as you began, and
you told me how she showed you the way
to skin the sun in one single swoop.
But the burn you learned by yourself.
It happened when you were finished,
at the moment you pressed the peels to bitten lips,
during the time you smelt the layers stuck to your
skin.
The sticky sweetness was enough.
You explained why before speaking of Shiva,
and Ganesha and someone else I cannot remember, but
I do recall how you didn’t like it when I stepped over
your legs.
Once you asked, I would step back over, so
you could grow tall and lean, but – now –
I don’t know what you look like, whether
you grew or peeled or warned others of the burn.
I’m only left with my steps, and my inability to peel has not changed.
But I do know – now – how you shouldn’t have had to ask me to step back over,
because I never had to ask you.
You always peeled two oranges at the same time,
just so I didn’t have to burn. For that reason, I know
how you grew far above me, even back then,
tall and lean.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
After Danez Smith's Dinosaurs in the Hood
Let's make a movie called Lil Peep In Heaven
Transpotting meets 8 Mile meets six xanax bars
There should be a scene where Lil Peep climbs up a few flights of Stairs and makes it to the pearly gates, because there has to be pearly Gates
Don't let Bella Thorne star in this.
In her version she tongue-kisses Peep,
Chews scenery in platform boots and bright pink
Ripped jeans. **** that, Peep has a tattoo removed
By a saint, his laser is proof of all that is good
I want a scene where Peep throws his pill bottles
At Ganesha, a scene where Allah tells Peep he'll
Rot in his grave forever if he doesn't stop
His antics. Don't let GothBoiClique hold a
Funeral for Gustav. I don't want any of that
Sentimental **** about love and how life is too
Short. This movie is about a man/boytoy/ugly and dying thing,
Restarting his life with all the real-ass gods and patron saints and
Deities
Of every religion and every afterlife
I don't want some funny, dreadhead living in LA with a tattooed stick And poke commanding presence. This is not a vehicle for someone to Play Peep, this is a vehicle for Peep to play himself.]
I want his ******* white or not, praying. I want them far from their Knees.
I want Lil Peep to ride in a Benz truck down from the clouds, Screaming with spittle flying from his mouth the entire time.
I want Layla to post another video of Gustav slapping pans together Like a child. And I want Peep to see it all.
But this can't be a death movie. This can't be a death movie. This Movie can't be dismissed because it's too dark, or that a dead man is Playing the leading role. This movie can't be about crying, or cause people to cry. This movie can't be about a long history of emo coming To an end. This movie can't be about dying.
No one can say Peep is a pill-popping ******* who deserved his death Who wouldn't say it to his cadaver. No big pharmacy jokes in this movie. No bar, capsules or gels in the heroes, and Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies. Besides, the only reason I want to make this movie is for the first scene anyway; Lil Peep climbing up the cloudy stairs, his eyes dilated & empty
the heaven before him filled with congratulations
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
Bamboo shoots, cooked in oil,
we munched were delicious. The tender love,
we shared, in our sojourn, in the lodge
deep inside the forest, had complemented it.
She was a playful tigress, transformed
by the atmosphere, with a manifested ****** interest,
different from her usual demure self.
One thing led to another, we fed each other,
heady vintage wine, from our mouths,
till we found out, in such circumstances,
love would make us do things,
we never imagined we could.
The sketch she made depicting us,
as two wild elephants, in musth*
rummaging the bamboo grove,
eating shoots to our fill,
reminded *Shiva and Parvathi, his consort,
taking the form of elephants
indulging in every possible play amorous,
culminating in the birth of Ganesha,
the cute God, elephant faced,
the remover of obstacles.
Love drunk the song we both sung,
was one of innocence.
The booming wind in bamboo leaves,
suddenly changed tune, sounding like ankle bells.
Dense, dark, green womb of forest
and the flow of wind above, like a blood stream,
kindled the prenatal memories, from deep down,
and as the background score,
cacophony of unknown birds of many feathers.
We swam in the lukewarm water,
of a day so different, with joyous abandon.
A voice mysterious, spoke in my blood stream:
"Be like birds, wind on bamboo grove, elephants seeking what they want,
the love you share would bring, fantastic results,
the world, would look far more simple,
life and death cease to be riddles, just natural,
shadows vanish, no fear remains in deep caves,
everything gently flows, like a clear river to the ocean"
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
O Lord of the hosts!
His eyes shine in radiance
in whose heart is your name
whence the origin and where the end
the earth, sky and stars
pay homage to him
and fear fears him
whom your shadow protects
O Lord of the hosts!
He who earns the blessing of your love
wealth finds him in whatever he does
and a shoreless boat is he who
has not found you whose
benevolent eyes keep watch over all
shattering the storms of sins,
whose glory never ebbs,
he becomes a master of his own destiny
even forgetting the world, who has
found your grace, come riding the mouse,
O Lord of the hosts!
Anointed of the dust of your foot
on his forehead, who lives mortal here,
the immortal nectars cannot tempt him
he can drink venom smiling
just by the shadow of your grace
the wheel of the chariot of time moves
and by a spark of your ire
abodes of demons burn
the minions of enemies stand defeated,
a particle is a mountain,
boon become into this world, comes your name,
O Lord of the hosts!
Glory, glory to the dear one adorned of peacocks!
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
O Lord of the hosts!
Shine in radiance, his eyes -
in whose heart is your name;
Who fathoms your ends?
The earth, sky and stars
pay homage to him
and fear fears him,
whom your shadow protects:
O Lord of the hosts!
Wealth finds him in whatever he does
who earns the blessing of your love,
and a shoreless boat is he who
has not found you whose
benevolent eyes keep watch over all
shattering the storms of sins,
whose glory never ebbs;
Becomes a master of destiny,
even forgetting the world, who has
found your grace,
come riding the mouse -
O Lord of the hosts!
Anointed of the dust of your foot
on his forehead, who lives mortal here,
immortal nectars cannot tempt him -
he can drink venom smiling;
Just by the shadow of your grace
the wheel of the chariot of time moves
and by a spark of your ire
abodes of demons burn;
The minions of enemies stand defeated,
miraculous, boon become into this world,
comes your name:
O Lord of the hosts!
Glory, glory to the dear one adorned of peacock-feathers!
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
A very Happy DIWALI
To
All of you
And
Your family.
May godess laxmi
And
Lord ganesha
Bless
You with
Good health
And
Good fortune.
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 6:52 AM 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
got it
up packed...
cold at the
blaze.
cobra hoody.
fang-fulls of
elephants lumbering
rooms.
getting fat off slow
death.
straight sippy-cups
brimmed with
reorienting brew.
i watch Ganesha
remove his own
obstacle.
i blow his
shadow off.
code blue on lock...
Shiva~
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 12:35 AM UTC
Valley dripping of milk and honey.
Chestnut washed lands and symmetrical hills with two temples
burning incense to Ganesha.
A deep cave yet unsettled by civilization.
The environment pronounces "devastation" wrong but the mind
was conquered by a Greek.
Oh scattered freckles like pebbles orange.
It's mid June,
still, Hunab Ku is my one true Lord and red lipstick on brown girls
still turns me on.
So who am I really running from?
At a distance, successful X.O.C.H.
is holding hands with Salvador Domingo Felipe Jancinto Dali i Domenech.
- RAW -
At a distance, a rusted gold coin with exact exchange value of one half dime
buys El Castillo de Chapultepec without a fight,
but who am I really running away from?
You?
Valley fortified and in control.
Beautiful nature: *BRIGHT COLORED FRUIT Y FLORES RECIEN NACIDOS DE UN NOPAL
CON UNA CUEVA ENVENENADA.*
She is Queen of flowers
- RAW -
Only if that is what you desire.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
Thinking of him
She asks
What she should do?
I ask the gods
Ganesha, buddah, G-d and Allah
I think of him and she’s angry at me and it’s my fault
I don’t know if its something I can afford
Now I don’t know what to do
I saw myself cross out the graffiti in every city
Should I figure it out and decide
This other guy tells me something red so I play along and he gets mad and it’s my fault
Unfair and cruel
He just tells me to look at the moon
I take back every wink it stole
I see the beauty before my feet
I’m testing the bounds of reality
Are you angry or man?
I’ll be allright
I’ll be safe and yet I’ll go along with the lights
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC
Smokin' THC not *** nor DMT
with an EMT on the PCH
and I'm feeling GREAT
Oh Lord, I won't get the answer tonight
Because the question needs to be right
Not Why, but to know HOW
And that's why I took for a drive...
Smokin' THC not MET, nor OXY
in NYC on a balcony with company
and I've known people to hurt their bodies
Sometimes
and that's why I took for a drive...
So long!
I really got so far
so far from them addicts
Oh Lord, I won't get the answer tonight
Because the question needs to be right
Not WHY
I need to know how...all this time...
searching for why
always been wrong, so long, so far gone
To search for why is what grips the sand
But how will get me to understand
How to Love, and I drive for love
Smokin' THC on the M.I.C.
treated VIP like an MVP
cause I'm singing for Love
Oh Lord, give me the answer tonight
Ganesha, give me a smart place to run
Oh sky, Give me the strength to fly
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
What they come from
runs through all of creation
inside and out their is no difference
that way...
So within we be
We see it is as outwardly
and or it is actually so responsively
and or again how it knows us back again...
As we breathe so too it follows like the Great Tantric Being...
For once twas Ganesha...
Elephant trying to ride a Mouse
'tis now but a Butterfly upon the Nose of a Bear!!!
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 4:18 AM UTC
Because I could dare to believe,
The angel Lennon stooped for me,
The contact between two kindred souls,
And eternity,
We quickly flew - he knew not slow,
And I had climbed his wings,
With passion and with ardour,
Most cherishable of things,
We passed the earthen angels bright,
Blake, Buddha and Ganesha,
We passed them diligently working,
With Love's light enmeshed,
And then, upon a lightbeam,
We met Angels of the sky,
Chasing light that follows,
Where those bonny Angels fly,
We paused before a God that seemed,
Like Shiva, bright, supreme,
Painted like the cosmos,
With pallet got from dream,
And then to cosmic churning,
To hear divinest truths,
The music madly burning,
With beauty rare, forsooth,
Since then - I am an angel too
Guardian of the South,
Feels good to me that I strove to fly,
Right back in to spiritual health.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
He is able, what's his is ours
A knowledge that begs to be devoured
An enchanting and a stunning child
Who gives the spark to the shy and mild
And wakes them to go wild
He is the babe. With the magic pen
Who makes me start the world again
He is the sublime, cherished friend
My love for him, no start, no end
A gift that the divine zephyr send
That sends me crazy, round the bend
But his light doth sooth my sullied mind
With Love, activity refined
Towards brighter day we wend
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
Ma maîtresse, mon esclave, ma sans-rivale
Mon bienheureuse et peureuse idole
Mon biscuit, mon aphrodisiaque
Je chante aujourd'hui pour toi l'hybride
Le tout-monde, le divers
Je sais que tu trembles
A ce seul nom évoqué
Hybride
Mais en même temps il t'attire et te bouleverse
Il t'attise, il te brûle, il te prend, il te chavire
Il est multiple céramique polychrome
Il est faïence, il est glaise
Il est ombre, il t'assombre
Il est tout et toute et son contraire:
Il est pudique
De porcelaine et majolique impudique
Sublimé par l'émail, l'or et le zinc de tes fantasmes.
L'hybride idole te gouverne
Comme les astres et les lignes de ta main
Il t'oblige !
Hybride oblige !
Tu es chat et Ganesha
Eléphante et hippocampe,
Opaque et translucide
Exempte de toute déchirure,
Gerçure et boursouflure
Parfaite et vicieusement fatale
Blanche et noire et bleue
Musicale et cacophonique
Genghis Khan et Décébale
Tu es relecture antique et moderne
Mystique réincarnation des idoles
Mythiques
Et le masque de sourires malicieux que tu t'es approprié
Est un tableau vivant des hybridoles
Mi dragon mi ange
Mi vamp mi vampire
Qui tournoient en ton sang
Qui nagent dans tes eaux
Et te pourlèchent les lèvres de leur semence érotique.
Tu es Napoléon et Francesca de Rimini
Revus et corrigés par le lit de Jocuste,
Centaure aux vulve et verge mêlées
Livrant au Divin Matador
Queue et oreilles.
Forêt vierge jamais pénétrée
Dans son Saint des Saints
Par la verve de l'oeil du cyclone de Pharaon.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 4:17 AM UTC
If we were childhood friends
I would have taken you to that garden near your house
and we would have played on the see-saw instead of walking round and round
saving us from taking a reverse to beat the slow walkers
How can I miss drawing you with my crayons
that once only served Lord Ganesha
And the hide & seek that we play now
would have been funnier then
you would hide and I would peekabo
and you would find me no matter where I hide
all credit to my height, right?
I would also play badminton every evening,
keeping in mind that points don’t matter,
but you do
Only this way,
you would not fall after every meeting
and not be afraid to be very happy
May be, we already did all of this and that in some life
and that’s why we were not childhood friends
this time.
What were we? (line deleted)
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
Our dear, beloved Ravi returned home to his precious parents and
India. Jai Ma! Jai Ma! Jai Ma! It certainly was a victorious homecoming.
The festive faces of his parents lit up as they beheld the celestial vision of their only son alighting from the aircraft in Bengalaru, India.
For six months Ravi's Mom coddled, cherished and doted on her only son, taking him to temples and making rounds to relatives who hadn't heard from him since he disappeared without a trace over three years ago.
After his joyous reunion with family, Ravi returned to the states. We welcomed him into our home for one month, after which he had the option of seeking refuge in the comforting arms of the Buddha
with a room reserved for him at the temple.
However, the warmth and coziness of family, friends and a loving home, stirred a longing in him for normalcy, progress and hope for a brighter future.
Ravi knew well the horrible pangs of being homeless. For five months he endured the terrifying experience of living out on the streets. The halfway houses in this area were full to capacity, so, he slept across from a hotel, where a kind manager offered him breakfast every morning. He was alone, vulnerable and frightened,
meanwhile in India, his parents lit candles and prayed for his safe return.
I thought about all the homeless people living in tent cities throughout USA, one of the most wealthiest countries in the world,
their plight and suffering certainly a humanitarian crisis. Over 500,000 people currently homeless.
Home Sweet Home my heart breaks for them.
Ravi, myself and David sat for prayer early Monday morning. The quiet, suppressed euphoria of a new beginning, streaked intermittent blue lightning through the atmosphere.
Ravi's beautiful prayer rang out like cathedral bells as we gazed at the shimmering brass idol of Lord Ganesha, Remover of Obstacles:
"O Lord
Please resurrect me
Make me whole
so that I can serve You
and others"
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
A dear friend who comes to my aid
Everytime, no matter what I need or want or just be
Because he is the best friend one can have
Stands by always attending to all
Mine, and always cheering me
Beyond the world’s noise
Predicting what I can’t
Thank you my friend
Vouching for my success
Despite discouragements
Quite a lovely birthday
You have, with the world
Cheering you always
Amazing friend I have
For eternity
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 9:23 AM UTC
Good god Ganesha
Climbing into hearts
In a flick of a moment
With a sweet smile
And answers bestowed
In the nick of time
All is well
When Ganesha is aboard
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 9:25 AM UTC
WELCOME GANESHA
Here comes the divine VIGHN HARTA
Son of Maa Parvati and the mighty Shiva
This Country n its people desperately need You.
Ganeshji, welcome You with open arms, we all do.
Bring in joy, bring in health, prosperity and peace
May this Nation's difficulties n problems forever cease.
HAPPY GANESH CHATURTHI
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 10:26 AM UTC
A moment in silence
Is earth's way of shouting
The frequent signals
Showing me the path of enlightenment
Even in Dreams from the heaven's above
Showing me glimpse of themselves.
From the heavenly Messiah's
Ganesha showing me the way with his trunk
To Jesus speaking to me showing the way...
With their reassurance that everything
Will be OK .
That this path I have chosen
Has been for the righteous ones..
To not be afraid because of the hates from others ignorance from the blinds that are filled with thoughts of illusion of material items that do not exist.
You cannot take such things to heaven above. Only they can sense your true spirit that shines within you.
Even with things we have done that we are not proud of but the lesson is if we can be able to make something out of it.
I've hurt for so many years questioning why I am not good enough. Come to realization I am good and well.
As old as the tree's here on earth as wise as an old man that's lived for over 100 years.. locked in w body that's young and naive.
I've let a man conquer my hopes and dreams having him tell me I can do it and make it my reality as I slowly let him have my everything. But all he did was caging me up saying that I'm only his and not meant for this world to be cared at all cost..
I was a butterfly locked in a jar with a beautiful scenery inside with me with a false illusion of this is my home... But in reality I was meant to be out in the wild where I can feel the wind blowing through my wings...
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
After years of thought on the matter on whether or not it matters.
Implicated complications frivolities and such.
Demand my time and suffrage, a very gentle touch.
I seek to find a reason for these things I don't control.
Why must these things happen? I tell you I must know.
Does karma as it does hold a certain sway?
Or do the gods themselves decide on judgement day?
Perhaps I'll ask Ganesha, he should know of what's become.
Maybe I can trade if I tell him where he's from?
Do I have to leave my mortal coil to come upon the truth?
To finally hear my dark side speak, no matter how uncouth.
To **** the nature of anything is really quite obtuse.
Failure to understand this thing, doesn't mean it's of no use.
Your beliefs my friend have failed you, there lies no right answer.
Ignorance prevails again, like an existential cancer.
I think I'll stick to thoughts and leave my mind open.
It seems to be the fairest way and easiest with coping.
I hope you find your happiness, your illusion be it good.
Me? I'll just keep hanging on and let it be as it should.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
Reminiscing...
How fast the fleet-footed
mercurial, quicksilver years
flash bye
I wave to you
seated on my Ganesha bench
How many lifetimes?
this kiss I will always treasure
for you have taught me
many things dearest
but most of all
to be kind and honest
O sweet love
we fly away to other worlds
all too soon
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC
IN A MIDST OF A WAR
I AM BOUND TO LOOSE
I HAVE TO MAKE A
DECISION
TO MY OWN VERY SELF
IT IS A HARD THING
TO CHOOSE BETWEEN YOUR TOWNSPEOPLE
AND YOUR VERY OWN DAUGHTER
AND I ASK YOU ALLAH
THE ALMIGHTY
SHALL I HAND OVER MY DAUGHTER
TO THEM THE ENEMIES
WONDER WHAT THEY MIGHT
DO TO THEM
AND I ASK THE HOLY LORDS
OF HINDU
LORD VISHNU , MAHADEV , GANESHA
WHAT DO I DO???
EVEN NOW I ASK JESUS
WHAT DO I DO LORD
I WANT YOUR GUIDANCE
I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME THE RIGHT PATH
BUT
CAN I LET MY OWN DAUGHTER GO??
NO PROBABLY NOT
CAN I LET MY PEOPLE GO??
NO NO NO
THEN I
CAN I LET MYSELF BE KILLED
TO SAVE THEM
TO SAVE MY DAUGHTER
TO SAVE MY TOWNSPEOPLE
CAN I SACRIFICE MYSELF
TO THE HANDS OF
THE ALMIGHTY
PROBABLY YES
BUT THE BRAVERY
SHOWN BY ME
WILL IT BE
RECOGNIZED BY OTHERS I WONDER
I DO NOT HAVE ANY CHOICE TO FOLLOW
I SHALL GIVE MYSELF UP
I WILL DIE MYSELF IN ORDER TO PROTECT MY TOWNSPEOPLE
I WILL SHOW THEM THE FACT
THAT EVEN IN DESPAIR
MY BRAVERY AND VALOR
HAS NOT WANED A BIT
I HAVE MY ANSWERS LORD
I HOPE YOU ARE NOT ANGRY
WITH IT
BUT I
I NEED NO
I WILL HAVE TO SAVE THEM
AND I
I WILL DO IT
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC