[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...
Category: Poetry
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...
Jim Young – The Lion Cub (POEM)
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
March 24, 2012
(Alan “Jim” Young) aka Nrsimhadeva Das The lion cub, he cuddled, and lived a song, of immense compassion — when things went wrong. Ready to pounce and hug you tight, and hear the dramas of your sorry plight. I remember fondly in 1984, when I...
The Golden Avatar, Chaitanya Mahaprabhu What is that Name — the One of infinite fame? A name that inexplicably — always remains the same. Throughout our sojourn — of lives untold, For millions of births — our soul was sold. As we happily ignored, the...
The boy with the blue crystal (POEM)
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
February 26, 2012
The boy with the blue crystal — his face shines, With expectation — like dry lips to wine. A day is dawning — when the sun shall blaze, Within his heart — destroying the haze. Of endless rebirth and the web of mist, That...