Murari Krishna Das, I know a guy name Murari, that was always in a hurry, but who was reliable as fire is to heat, For he is a strong like a Ram, and English he does understand, and he does play to a classical beat....
Tag: POETRY
Manjumedha (“Manju”) with her husband, Subhadra (“Su”) There’s a lady we call ‘Manju’ — a devoted dasi of Visnu, and the faithful wife of a boy we call “Su.” They’re a barrel of fun – and united as one, just like soy sauce and a...
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....
[video_player type=”youtube” style=”1″ dimensions=”640×360″ width=”640″ height=”360″ align=”center” margin_top=”0″ margin_bottom=”20″ ipad_color=”black”]aHR0cHM6Ly95b3V0dS5iZS80X0ZnQ2otVERPSQ==[/video_player] A poem for all the single men who have had their heart broken or have been disrespected. I stand my ground — and claim my rights, to discard all disrespect and petty fights, to...
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...
The Royal Rebel — Rambanita’s her name, recycling refuse is how she achieved her fame. A reliable friend — and rebellious too, “Well, that’s open for debate” says the Boy in blue. Threading her needle to create something nice, adding accessories and love to give...