Submissions by Gurudev
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poems from the tree of life.
I Love Loving You
I love loving you.
That is precisely what I do.
I feed off your sweet beauty fine
with the action of love divine.
With my eyes, I trace your fingers and toes
The shell of your ear and the line of your nose.
I see what I love in your elbows and knees
In your wrists and your ankles that flex as you please.
Your sweet smiling face and your sweet sparkling eyes
Blooms like a flower neath warm summer skies.
Your hair blooms soft red from its flowery bed
From rivers of love, its blossom is fed.
Your skin is a dream of...
That is precisely what I do.
I feed off your sweet beauty fine
with the action of love divine.
With my eyes, I trace your fingers and toes
The shell of your ear and the line of your nose.
I see what I love in your elbows and knees
In your wrists and your ankles that flex as you please.
Your sweet smiling face and your sweet sparkling eyes
Blooms like a flower neath warm summer skies.
Your hair blooms soft red from its flowery bed
From rivers of love, its blossom is fed.
Your skin is a dream of...
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Fountain
I love the idea of a crystal-clear clean fountain
that breaks up every pattern as it emerges
and replaces it with a new one in love ever renewing
and what is old decays and floats away
is cleansed reborn reconstitutes in brand-new day
and so remains eternal in this way.
And patterns stay unbroken in this change
in change itself as they grow into being
becoming all the while more themselves
seeing what they like in what they're seeing
which shatters what they were -- forever freeing --
liquid in a constant ever fleeting.
that breaks up every pattern as it emerges
and replaces it with a new one in love ever renewing
and what is old decays and floats away
is cleansed reborn reconstitutes in brand-new day
and so remains eternal in this way.
And patterns stay unbroken in this change
in change itself as they grow into being
becoming all the while more themselves
seeing what they like in what they're seeing
which shatters what they were -- forever freeing --
liquid in a constant ever fleeting.
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In Torchlight
That night on the dock was our first kiss
by the light of a torch in a moment of bliss
with a great Northern Lake stretching out beyond
and the chill of autumn coming on.
Out into the night on the further shore
is a great granite cliff and the rapid's soft roar.
Over our heads was a great vault of stars
in the cold northern sky in our heavenly hour.
What would become of this couple so new
in the heart of their song hoping dreams will come true.
She won't let time fly but he must do or die.
He's frozen in time but must reach...
by the light of a torch in a moment of bliss
with a great Northern Lake stretching out beyond
and the chill of autumn coming on.
Out into the night on the further shore
is a great granite cliff and the rapid's soft roar.
Over our heads was a great vault of stars
in the cold northern sky in our heavenly hour.
What would become of this couple so new
in the heart of their song hoping dreams will come true.
She won't let time fly but he must do or die.
He's frozen in time but must reach...
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Till Dawn
And I would look into your eyes
and I would look between your thighs
and we’d do more than fantasize.
Though in my dreams you tantalize
I hear your sighs, I hear your cries
all under heaven's skies, we fly.
I would caress your breasts.
With that flush of success
go further to undress
your heaven -- all the rest.
The soul within your eyes
I’d merge with in our cries.
And I would hold you in the night
and comfort you in pale moonlight
and you in turn would comfort me
in absolute serenity
of...
and I would look between your thighs
and we’d do more than fantasize.
Though in my dreams you tantalize
I hear your sighs, I hear your cries
all under heaven's skies, we fly.
I would caress your breasts.
With that flush of success
go further to undress
your heaven -- all the rest.
The soul within your eyes
I’d merge with in our cries.
And I would hold you in the night
and comfort you in pale moonlight
and you in turn would comfort me
in absolute serenity
of...
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Devils or Angels
Devils or Angels, which are we
who make love in our words so free
we dream together in a pact
but are we not caught in the act.
Where does fiction become fact
when minds caressing interact
in poetry a flight of words
that's more than something for the birds
but speaks the soul and makes us whole
in expressing all we know
of what we feel and what we want
a mansion that like ghosts we haunt.
But we must believe in turn
that dreams come true and so we learn
to weave our dreams as passions burn
fueled by the things...
who make love in our words so free
we dream together in a pact
but are we not caught in the act.
Where does fiction become fact
when minds caressing interact
in poetry a flight of words
that's more than something for the birds
but speaks the soul and makes us whole
in expressing all we know
of what we feel and what we want
a mansion that like ghosts we haunt.
But we must believe in turn
that dreams come true and so we learn
to weave our dreams as passions burn
fueled by the things...
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At the Sight of Your Behind
At the sight of your behind
all energy leaves me
and I am left behind
and my energy flows to you
everywhere in kind
and savors the richness
of your sweet soul divine.
From your soft flowing hair
to your arms and legs sublime,
the fan of your hips
that flows into your thighs
that flow into your knees
is a sight for sore eyes --
so soothing and pleasing
and exciting at once.
I can only give in
to your light and be one
with your animal heart...
all energy leaves me
and I am left behind
and my energy flows to you
everywhere in kind
and savors the richness
of your sweet soul divine.
From your soft flowing hair
to your arms and legs sublime,
the fan of your hips
that flows into your thighs
that flow into your knees
is a sight for sore eyes --
so soothing and pleasing
and exciting at once.
I can only give in
to your light and be one
with your animal heart...
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Sun after Rain
I lost sight of the use of my imagination
which I had once understood implicitly
but gave in to words in the world around me
which refuted that truth explicitly.
I became like a dead star
in an infinity of pain
unable to get dry
in an infinity of rain.
I had to renew and re-knit and review
all I once knew and so began anew
to return to the light and the truth
of my birth.
To put into words inner voices I heard
to restructure the way as clear as night and day
that is different for each in their own special way
that...
which I had once understood implicitly
but gave in to words in the world around me
which refuted that truth explicitly.
I became like a dead star
in an infinity of pain
unable to get dry
in an infinity of rain.
I had to renew and re-knit and review
all I once knew and so began anew
to return to the light and the truth
of my birth.
To put into words inner voices I heard
to restructure the way as clear as night and day
that is different for each in their own special way
that...
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Sea of Love
I would take you
very very slowly
where every minute
seems like an hour
and then I would have you
for a week and a day
as I move inside you
with a slow and powerful surge
like the tide that ends in
great jets of Ocean Spray
and the soothing roar
of surf surging
in great ocean caves.
And there
I would be chained to you
in the bliss of knowing
nature's way.
And we would meet
like predator and prey
who need each other
to feed each other
in the scheme and the dream
of every night and day.
And...
very very slowly
where every minute
seems like an hour
and then I would have you
for a week and a day
as I move inside you
with a slow and powerful surge
like the tide that ends in
great jets of Ocean Spray
and the soothing roar
of surf surging
in great ocean caves.
And there
I would be chained to you
in the bliss of knowing
nature's way.
And we would meet
like predator and prey
who need each other
to feed each other
in the scheme and the dream
of every night and day.
And...
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What If Dreams Come True
What if dreams come true if we believe they do (in faith -- a corny word for a basic mechanism that sets all free to write and be-in their own movies -- that link up in constellations of like or corresponding sustained focus of desire and expectation applied knowingly or unknowingly of its deterministic nature)? And so therefore also what if dreams don't come true ironically because we dream in sustained fashion -- i.e. believe -- they won't -- in fear?
This fear being a resonance of a before-time -- where the first being in perceiving itself created a second and third being --...
This fear being a resonance of a before-time -- where the first being in perceiving itself created a second and third being --...
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Oh Marilyn
Oh Marilyn where have you gone --
into death and out again.
Like an endless poet's song
you serve the masses to enthrong.
Her angel eyes like lover's sighs
beckon you to compromise.
Like a child in a fright
she reaches out to hold you tight.
She seeks in you a childhood friend
to stay with her past childhood's end.
Her innocence is all that's true
like sunlight on the morning dew.
As she drives along the beach...
then from the waves she thence did breach
With a smile in thin air
and finger streams of...
into death and out again.
Like an endless poet's song
you serve the masses to enthrong.
Her angel eyes like lover's sighs
beckon you to compromise.
Like a child in a fright
she reaches out to hold you tight.
She seeks in you a childhood friend
to stay with her past childhood's end.
Her innocence is all that's true
like sunlight on the morning dew.
As she drives along the beach...
then from the waves she thence did breach
With a smile in thin air
and finger streams of...
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Three Graces on a Raft
There were three graces on a raft
in a canyon moving past.
They were as naked as the breeze
and beautiful to heaven please.
Gracefully one turns her back
for suntan lotion she does lack.
The other graceful, holds her firm --
spreads lotion on her epiderm.
The other grace stands by in turn
to be lotioned lest she burn.
She who lotions standing firm
guides her palm through every turn.
She looks a goddess in this task
with helm of Chestnut -- bush to match.
The grace who's turned shows heavenly ass.
The other,...
in a canyon moving past.
They were as naked as the breeze
and beautiful to heaven please.
Gracefully one turns her back
for suntan lotion she does lack.
The other graceful, holds her firm --
spreads lotion on her epiderm.
The other grace stands by in turn
to be lotioned lest she burn.
She who lotions standing firm
guides her palm through every turn.
She looks a goddess in this task
with helm of Chestnut -- bush to match.
The grace who's turned shows heavenly ass.
The other,...
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She Is a Queen of Loving Ways
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