There’s an angel called Grace — so pretty in lace, especially when she wears her felt hat, With her infectious smile, she drives all men wild, but it’s her dignity that’s a matter of fact. She’s not your ordinary girl, with a flutter and a...
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A Man’s Highest Calling
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
February 9, 2013
I’m a man with a mission — so don’t be so coy, You can trust my decisions — and learn to enjoy, My soul ego is strong now — so I live for that day, when windmills are turning — and minds are at play…...
There is a lady called Kristine Fuller-Quinn — known as “Tinkie” by her kith and kin — and anyone else who joins her clan. She is an angel in disguise — with deep green eyes so wise — one to rely on if you ever...
There was a young maiden called Keeta, whose legendary kindness made you want to meet her. She would melt you with her grin, as you knew she’d always win, for it was impossible to ever defeat her! Whether researching herbal fusions, or dispelling all illusion, ...
Unconditional Love – New Moon (POEM)
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
June 21, 2012
Winter Solstice, Stonehenge, England. The new moon is dawning — evoking a new love, as the angels look down from their heavens above. It is a time for renewal — a time to grow, a time to sow seeds — and a time to glow....
a Vyasapuja offering Srila Tamal Krishna Goswami (1946-2002) A Lion Warrior — within Chaitanya’s school, You stood strong and espoused the Goldren Rule, That one and all — should chant the Holy Name, and thus you increased the glory and fame… Of the Golden Avatar...
2012 Venus transit of the SUN I adore the sand beneath my feet, as winds caress on this sunny Broadbeach, escorting sounds — of Mother Nature divine, and my mind emerges from all things swine. The waves crash — upon the ocean floor, as my...
I once knew a beautiful girl — of Egyptian descent, who spun my tiny world — and completely changed my bent, on the things around me — as I walked my dogma path, and tried to understand life and figure out where to restart. As...
The Song of the Food Yogi (POEM)
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
April 17, 2012
As the soft blue water folds beneath my feet, I contemplate my good fortune and beg not to repeat, The failures of the past in a journey so long, There’s just too much to tell in this very short song. Holding my hands high, I...
As I wear my colander, I begin to reflect, on the fact that my head — now does not sweat, “Oh what a relief,” I shout to the world, As my joy reaches the heavens and my soul unfurls. Like a lovely bud — of...