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Poem God?
Click on read more to see the poem. God? Now hearing, touch and vision, Feed through a synaptic tree, A world of separation, Seeing just me and not-me. Something that is obvious, It seems beyond any doubt. It is not mysterious, Without need to think about? Are you those who are not-me? Mirrors of my description, I am to you your not-me. A sensible conviction? Is there a God? Or is it just a belief? That gives a sense of purpose, A comfort and a relief From lack of meaning repose. Is there a God? One beyond me and not-me In our pods of aloneness. Not matter, me or not-me, An intelligent vastness. Is god an experience Of a single blendedness Giving me, not-me pure sense That all is a vast Oneness? As it’s increasingly clear Me, not-me, anything else Are centres of the same sphere What’s known as the Supreme Self. Who’s asking ‘Is there a God?’ Is it himself or just me? Are we in potted e
Poem - Black cat
Click on read more to see the poem. BLACK CAT Black cat on a black night, Killer like all his kind. Not seen without a light, So difficult to find. Stalking body which creeps Quietly on its prey. Summons intent and leaps, Caught victim’s curtain-day. Black cat nudges ankles, Purring ferociously. His attention rankles, Demanding, ‘Think of me.’ ‘If you get up, feed me, I’ll be terribly pleased; Treat you, sit on your knee, Ensure your tension’s eased.’ ‘I’m the killer who’s kind, The kind who’s a killer. What do you want to find? Cuddle-up close or thriller.’ ‘Am I adaptable, Skilful in ways and means, Or unreliable, A close friend or a fiend?’
Poem - Concerning love
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