Poetry for the Inner Ear

Short Story Facts We find in the contemporary short stories an extraordinary quality of characterization, dialogue and situation. Several of these stories reveal the tense moments leading to an apt climax. The violence appearing as predominant theme in some short-story writers is not surprising, because our planet is now almost accustomed to the sinister storms of terror, nuclear war, moral and sexual depravity in all walks of life.  In a few stories , we find the authors demanding freedom not of principles but of instincts, a freedom to live in ‘a lawless universe where the only master is the inordinate energy of desire’ (Albert Camus, The Rebel ). These short stories are ‘charmingly unexpected, and unexpectedly charming’. What is extraordinary is that these authors are at the peak of their style-unpolished, vigorous, terse and suggestive. In several stories, we notice the use of satire, but it is a gentle criticism of contemporary life and manners, devoid of any contempt or mali

                                                                                                                  North Pole                                                                                                                  Dec22, 2010 Santa’s Letter to Liza Dear Liza Hope this finds you quite well. In expressing your affection to me and warm invitation to visit your house during Christmas.Your letter was unsurpassable. I’m sending you two poems. Please read, and tell this to your parents and grandpa: Two ultimate laws alone we know,   The ledger and the sword -- So far away, so long ago, We lost the infant Lord. Only the children clasp His hand; His voice speaks low to them, And still for them the shining band Wings over Bethlehem. -Ogden Nash Yet the hearts must childlike be Where such heavenly guests abide: Unto children, in their glee, All the year is Christmas-tide! Thus, forgetting tricks and play For a moment, Lady dear, We would wish you,

Lady Gaga's Visions Inspire                                      i. Lord’s fire rejects and recreates- teach me Thy statutes. At dark night I thank unto thee with tears in eyes ii. Transfer consciousness into lamb to keep His words the reward is righteousness Wherever I go Thou art there to preserve and relieve me iii. I hear you voice- ‘Be happy! eat the bread I give to you not ordinary bread my flesh is the bread I give to redeem the world human race may perish untamed nuclear weapons ring the death-bell turn thy soul to Sermon on the Mount obey the Word offer the right cheek’. Lady Gaga's visions BORN THIS WAY inspire me- 'DON’T BE A DRAG, JUST BE A QUEEN WHETHER YOU’RE BROKE OR EVERGREEN'

The Three Most Important Features of Modern Poetry      1. DISILLUSIONMENT   The great depth of contemporary poetry is evident in the poems by Robert Frost, Wallace Stevens, T. S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, Marianne Moore, e. e. cummings, Robinson Jeffers, H. D. (Hilda Doolittle), Robert Graves, W. H. Auden, Archibald MacLeish, Basil Bunting, Robert Lowell, Philip Larkin, Stephen Spender, and others. . The modernity of   these poets    is revealed by the artist’s failure in a society quite indifferent and callous to poetry. The disillusionment and predicament of a poet was truly described in Pound’s Hugh Selwyn Mauberley : “His true Penelope was Flaubert. \ He fished by obstinate isles.” The artist’s private break-down and disintegration was very aptly shown by T. S. Eliot in The Waste Land :            On Margate Sands,            I can connect             Nothing with nothing.           The broken fingernails of dirty hands,           My people humble people who expect           Nothing.

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Poetry and 'a continual extinction of personality'... : "Poetry and 'a continual extinction of personality' Poetry, like other arts, produces a unique joy through an artistic creation of beauty. T..."

Poetry and 'a continual extinction of personality'   Poetry, like other arts, produces a unique joy through an artistic creation of beauty. To such artistic creation each great poet  brings a freshness and individuality that give the poems an original place in world poetry. Poets differ in their moods; spring is "the cruelest month" for T.S. Eliot. On the contrary April is energetic and cheerful for Chaucer in Prologue to The Canterbury Tales . But it may be remembered that a poet should write without interruption from the intrusion of his personal peculiarities. Arnold calls the artist "most fortunate, when he most entirely succeeds in effacing himself." "The progress of an artist is a continual extinction of personality" (T.S. Eliot).                 If the poets follow T.S. Eliot's dictum, and keep their personality away during the moments of composing the poems, they may well become the idols of intellectuals; some might become immortal l

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Original Haiku : "Original Haiku If I forget the Lord let my lyre be broken: sacred poet Shore to shore lord's kingdom- vernal bees murmur here 20,000 spe..." <a href=" http://www.best-reviewer.com/best-review-top-10-free-website-offering-google-adsense-revenue-sharing-content.htm " target="_blank">Best Review - Top 10 Free Website Offering Google Adsense Revenue Sharing for Content</a>

Original Haiku If I forget the Lord let my lyre be broken: sacred poet Shore to shore lord's kingdom- vernal bees murmur here 20,000 species of bees only four make honey: chosen few Entrenched behind sombre defences poet all the time Difficulties within devils without: monopolies and cartels Four thousand microbes live in our blood vessels; reconcilements T.S. Eliot: eastern thought and myths collective unconscious Rocks and hills: from God is deep calm sent enchantment prevails My pocket picked by cheats: there were five haiku in it Be subject to every one ever seek the lowest place: warbling soul Thou art my home truth of my song: virgin most venerable Mud-gods of  materialism money-media-muscle power trouble my haiku

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Poetry for the Inner Ear: Remembering Barbara Billingsley : "This poem is a tribute to Barbara Billingsley’s sudden death. She is undoubtedly century’s quintessential mom. Remembering Barbara Billingsl..."

This poem is a tribute to Barbara Billingsley’s sudden death. She is undoubtedly century’s quintessential mom.  Remembering Barbara Billingsley i. Stormclouds upset everything supermom, ideal wife passes away watching angels always they watch I pray for the departed soul ii. No more prend thy triumph, O Death! you are no more than a haggard spectre her memory is just behind wakes in my soul Barbara’s charming art the hounds of death unable to tread her down I say to my soul: ‘Be comforted’ her memory is here every day, and all day long with healing power of memory every burthen is light Barbara’s art will never submit to death iii. With trembling heart we see night’s dark domain death’s black jaws but Leave it to Beaver and loving mother are immortal  death is helpless she lives! iv. Century’s quintessential mom all things rise in proof pearl-necklace wearing perfect wife lives, relives, never dies farewell!-a last adieu! glorious Barbara Bil

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Sweet Restorer, Faith : "Sweet Restorer, Faith Unselfish Love strong tower, our strength our defence merciful strong rock Jesus my life, my faith, my truth Nietzsc..."                                                                                           <a href=" http://www.freearticlesubmission.org%22%3earticle/ marketing</a> <!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --> <div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style"> <a href=" http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php?v=250&amp;username=rose09 " class="addthis_button_compact">Share</a> <span class="addthis_separator">|</span> <a class="addthis_button_preferred_1"></a> <a class="addthis_button_preferred_2"></a> <a class="addthis_button_preferred_3"></a> <a class="addthis_button_preferred_4"></a> </div> <script type

Sweet Restorer, Faith Unselfish Love strong tower, our strength our defence merciful strong rock Jesus my life, my faith, my truth Nietzsche accepts the unacceptable outcast exalts evil I'm different my superman is Christ captain of my mind Lord's joy-holy spirit our helper advises angels near chapel windows listen everything perishes mount zion abideth Agony scanty intelligence unable to find terrorist's whereabouts lingering death call holy prophets among blooming wilds shaman meditating boughs whisper I salute the blowing flowers great Tibetan Lama is here

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Fair Virtue : "Fair Virtue holy temple defiled shock terrible painful shock righteous lord redeeming us anointed lamp believers happiness no colouring..."

Fair Virtue holy temple  defiled shock terrible painful shock righteous lord redeeming us anointed lamp believers happiness no colouring honest truth theological luther's passions kindled dry morsel quietness meekness living god wondrous lowest hell violence peace vanished devil formidable my songs thy laws relief sweetness grace google blogger dazzling mighty stately daring aims

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Haiku of Five Lines : "Haiku of Five Lines Most of the haiku are written in three lines, but in the postmodern age we find several variants also:one-word haiku, o..."

Haiku of Five Lines Most of the haiku are written in three lines, but in the postmodern age we find several variants also:one-word haiku, one-line haiku, vertical haiku also called haiqua having four or five lines. i. dark caves terrorist invisible no sunshine no water extremism ii. wicked contempt destruction slothful satan's tower iii. from enemies lord delivers strength blessed strength iv. my refuge my supplications righteousness singing faith v. moaning screaming abducted dumb appeals screaming

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Haiku:powers of truth : "Haiku:powers of truth Chaste austerity unpolluted mind: nectared sweets Shaking dewy wings birds are singing: poetic heat Sacred haiku in..."

Haiku:powers of truth Chaste austerity unpolluted mind: nectared sweets Shaking dewy wings birds are singing: poetic heat Sacred haiku in my heart shining in every tear: sweetest savior is not coming Thy Word is all in all my muse is Jesus: my love is second coming Let my haiku shine in the lustre of Thy light: the dawn begins Monks bring the Gospel to the farthest corners: the spring appears Contemplative convent; tremendous power through Christ's unjust death Laconic cryptic haiku poetic shorthand: literary carpentary Devil anon left to set snares to kill rabbits full-throated joy: haiku gathering itself for the final leap

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Pathless Woods Tired-moving bird songless- hawk is just behind Finding the vision of our own powers: el dorado Cruel chains of radio and TV lies: faithlessness All the good things that have come to me: immaculate mother's grace Saints around Him adoring for ever: old vultures flee spring will come I'm certain: sprout of righteousness Twelve disciples protect the anoint'd child: gentle harp is singing Endless death terrorist suffers repelling and repelled: mines beneath Sweetest cross my passion and pride: monster flees At 16 commands the Macedonian army alexander the great: survival of the fittest

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Haiku of Insight and Imgination : "Haiku of Insight and Imgination Joining up the rogues undoing eternal values: present doldrums A frequent pilgrim at Thy shrine: sacred h..."

Haiku of Insight and Imgination Joining up the rogues undoing eternal values: present doldrums A frequent pilgrim at Thy shrine: sacred haiku poet Pining love piercing heart: vigor is born Saint chosen to rule the land- golden age Green space in the woods dark: I linger here for a day or two Sun's genial rays find me distressed and forlorn: willow tree Everything in my life falling to pieces: let me fly and repose in Thee Radiant moon above me the stars shine out: elysian reverie Green valleys and streams hear my sighs- my silence speaketh to Thee Muses mourn nymphs share my grief- sept11 Time passes evening comes on day's detested glare is over All on fire haiku poet: deconstruction Great secrets are known in Paradise of innocence: joseph's spose Thou art my home truth of my song: virgin most venerable

Poetry for the Inner Ear: New Haiku:Am I Dreaming : "New Haiku:Am I Dreaming Moses on Mount Sinai hears divine whisper- gaining virtue & knowledge Horrid glooms sordid sting vanish in haiku ..."

New Haiku:Am I Dreaming Moses on Mount Sinai hears divine whisper- gaining virtue & knowledge Horrid glooms sordid sting vanish in haiku moment On mountains wild chaste nymph reads Issa's haiku Oft by silver stream haiku goddess and I walk- fantasies Straight world versus counter-culture: lamb and tiger I'm Thy servant and then the distance clears: bower of bliss Drop to your knees in prayer: conflict to come locate the Holy Child inside innermost self: mystic flight A family bereavement the mother is weeping all alone Unruly passions  diseases pale: the birds have flown Depth of pain good help I seek: immaculate Mary Felicity with her seven sons beheaded by Antoninus: evil

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Piety and Peace : "Piety and Peace 1. Smiling spring in Loveliest village: I am in Thy hand Do with me As Thou pleaseth: Piety and Peace 2. Loving Thee alo..."

Piety and Peace 1. Smiling spring in Loveliest village: I am in Thy hand Do with me As Thou pleaseth: Piety and Peace 2. Loving Thee alone Above all feeling I hear distant echoes Pining for wings of freedom To fly toward Thee Again and yet again 3. I would pray and pray Till Thy Grace returns Happy is the person Who hears God speaking This is Eden's first bloom Life is too short To sing all thy praise Softest linen from India I offer at The Hill of Crosses

Preface to Lithuania (Written during my visit to Lithuania September 2009) i Country of crosses Hill of Crosses Miracle beyond all doubt Pilgrimage center Gazed by wondering angels Thousands of crosses ii Tiny crosses Larger crosses Hold your breath With spiritual rapture, drown Divine history-making Silent Voices of eternity iii. Welcome, Lithuania Teach us, Hill of Crosses Love, Peace, Brotherhood St. Nicholas church: Natural innocence The Gate of Dawn Heart thirsty In Trakai for Our Lady’s image Amber Gallery, Mann’s Museum Baltic sea, White Swan Teach us to understand Thy will Read more: http://trifter.com/europe/preface-to-lithuania/#ixzz10jXjTMB2

A Dialogue Between Nietzsche and Myself Nietzsche. Europe's first complete nihilist I deny God Believe in nothing Beyond evil and virtue I destroy all values Create new Self. The hand that made us is divine. Nietzsche. For moral reasons, god will cease to exist. Self. Adore the mercy of God. Utter His praise. Nietzsche. Free-Will is the answer for all frustrations. Self.Without law, there's no freedom. Nietzsche. Cut, cut all taboos. God was bored after the viith day of creation. I always wash my hands After meeting a religious person. Self. You always gaze into abyss. Love Truth that is God To set you free. Nietzsche. Schopenhauer's disciple I was Now emancipated from ties of discipleship Read Thus Spake Zarathustra Obscure, intoxicated with vision Have chaos to give birth to a dancing star Self. This's Shakespeare's 'Negative capability' Indispensable to create pure art. I disagree with your saying &#

I'm Pained by Nelson Mandela's Failing Health Genocide unfolding in Kosovo leaders executed balkan war A drug for AIDs armenian doctors discover: leap of light No-first-use commitment indispensable to avert nuclear war to pierce the night Six million jews slaughtered gas chambers devil roars I pray I'm pained by Nelson Mandela's failing health He is true world inspiration Tender and averse to killing A desolate poet offers himself into God's hands Prayer- Assist the fallen and wounded soldiers Broken legs in Iraq war Help them with generous contribution Violence, chaos fear of nuclear war muscle power trouble my muse Sheep is feeble and complains- unfathomable Curing terrorism through altered state of mind holistic medicine Personal choerography in cosmic dance- Nelson Mandela enlightens Not afraid to be an ousider- sweet Nelson Mandela

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Websites and the Scam : ". Websites and the Scam Many sites are sure They are doing right Wrong again Here, all is yours Upgrade membership Grow, expand..."

. Websites and the Scam Many sites are sure They are doing right Wrong again Here, all is yours Upgrade membership Grow, expand. $20 0nly. Bill Gates always took risks Take risk Upgrade your account Bring referrals...referrals...referrals Bring new blood Make more moola right Just because today is Friday Doesn't mean the cash isn't flowing Bring referrals Of all the wonders you know Our site-a miracle Bid poverty , farewell, Dollar come! Complete arsenal of affliate formulas Commission blueprint- Where is your referral? Dishonest websites Cheating members Cannot survive In place of integrity Lust for dollar Disguised hellfire Beware of such sites Thunderbolts Frightening $25 signup bonus Dost thou know me, fellow? I create millionaires What! have you not signed up? Thou shalt remain poor I preach to thee. Signup. We are the pattern of all goodness Come you hith

The Power Animals Helpless eyes Watch heartless violence How to curb and confine the terrorist Who will provide solace? Oh! To preach the word to sadist-and then Convert the tyrant into sinless, fair person Not military, psychological war we need to wage World democratization Wisdom of World Peace Wisdom of self-transformation Win the hearts of terrorist’s supporters Visions and oracles can speak Invite your spirit guides Communicate with them to protect the earth Place symbols of power animals In each direction in stone circles To alter the reality

Haiku of Two World Wars Prince of Austria assassinated Furies take revenge First World War Battle of Verdun, Somme Most destructive: Waging war for peace Racial superiority Color-complex: Hawks strike upon the enemy Sobs of a broken heart Two world wars- Cannibals League of Nations fails War of revenge- 1939 25 million died 10 million injured: Waging war for peace Power politics The vale of death: Balance of power War creates beasts Sooner than wine and woman: Waging war for peace Never vote for war Isolationism better than Patriotic desire Soldierly virtues Most valuable: Belligerence Nuclear weapon industry The cruel system To annihilate earth Military strength Competitive weapons: Waging war for peace

What’s Wordsworth’s Healing Power? Time may restore us in his course Goethe’s sage mind and Byron’s force; But where will Europe’s latter hour Again find Wordsworth’s healing power? -Matthew Arnold, “Memorial Verses” (1852) The most popular feature of the poetry of Wordsworth (1770-1850) , the greatest of the Romantic poets revealing ‘the union of deep feeling with profound thought’ ( Coleridge), is its healing power. In his “Tintern Abbey”, the poet’s meditation starts about beautiful landscape near Tintern abbey where he returns after five years: Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. Wordsworth makes it evident in this poem that the objects of nature fill us with pure joy. We can get peace of mind, “that serene and blessed mood” only in the world of nature. In his epic The Prelude, his spiritual autobiography, th

Haiku of Deeper Feelings human race extinction nuclear winter: humble believers survive all good comes from above shaman listens to to the sound: knocking at the sky past, present, today free sky never bothers I scratch thorn-thick tree and find unexpected waterfall mute syllables graven on stone still waiting to be heard by a shaman system to annihilate earth- industry of nuclear weapons with wildest nuclear arsenal they talk about peace in UNO: epitome of sadism a life well spent on writing haiku: more than paradise of all the poets none like basho his abode is my heart let your haiku fury fire terrorist take heed foe is invisible poetic fire dim muse drooping suicide bomber is here amid woods and meads river runs- silent nymph tyrants vex jew, chiristian, hindu admin. is indifferent beyond the world’s clutter wet grass and flowers- nature’s free gifts as I muse

LITERARY FACTS This article includes some of my favorite events in the literary history. We can learn a lot from these facts. They at times stir us to the quick and convince us about the values of the biographical details of the author. Both Sartre and Pasternak declined the Nobel Prize. This literary fact has always been my favorite. Samuel Beckett refused to attend the Nobel prize ceremony. Samuel Beckett was obsessed by a desire to create what he called "a literature of the unword." Issa's mother died when he was three years old. e.e.cummings was inspired to write Santa Clause: A Morality after uniting with his daughter, Nancy. French poet Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891) produced his best works while still in his late teens. He gave up creative writing before he reached 21. Ikkyu (b. 1394), famous monk poet, was the illegitimate son of Emperor Go-Komatsu. Katherine Mansfield who married Middleton Murry in 1918 died of tuberculosis in January 1923, aged on

Four Most Tragic Incidents 2005 I experienced an ineffable dejection when Tsunami Terror and waves of destruction killed so many innocent children and women in southern India. Countless dead bodies lay on the beaches as more than 130,000 people died. This was the country's worst natural disaster. The question is if a poor country like India can afford an early warning system to detect such earthquakes so that the tragic history may not be repeated. The whole world felt: A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear. Coleridge, "DEJECTION: AN ODE" The death of the Pope left the world's 1.1 billion Roman Catholics lonely and unhappy. He exuded true passion for universal love and peace. Special prayer service were observed in Catholic churches in Meghalaya, Tripura and Mizoram in India. Pope John Paul II's daily message t

Haiku of Laughing Buddha O nuclear nations Can you name ten commandments? Laughing Buddha will explain them Thou shalt not kill Dismantle every nuclear weapon: Laughing Buddha With joy enter Heaven’s kingdom Laughing Buddha Laughing Buddha: Lightworkers! Don’t be too serious compassion spread all over body buddha figure steep mountains jesus climbs with us if we have faith jesus and compassion are one: sheep without shepherd need not fear terrorist forgets- compassion is christ in us laughing buddha likes burst of awakening not 17 syllables prayer beads and a fat old man laughing buddha salvation by not talking about zen- laughing buddha gives candy to poor children Angels compare him with lord To avoid this laughing buddha Disguised in unpleasant body Bid violence farewell Nonviolence come: Laughing Buddha upon our own spiritual progress all now centres; imm

Haiku about Haiku Issa’s 109 haiku without kigo I do the same Inner alchemy in the last line Healing power of haiku Unfolding itself in the last line Redeeming us A miracle is haiku moment Light worker Operation of a higher law Haiku is God’s very being A divine child on A crusade The distilled moment A vehicle for the infinite Religio-mystical state of mind I shall raise my fire to a fever pitch Widening the reach of my haiku Awaiting haiku moment-hammer of god The joy within Cutting edge of third line Goddess haiku 100 billion electrical cells In the brain Enlighten the third line Zazen-seated meditation Zendo-walking meditation United in third line All dreams of the soul End in a haiku moment Author of every thing worthwhile No haiku moment Without satori Raison d’ etre of haiku Goddess has assumed the form of haiku: Our totem spirit Somatic therapy Haiku is the seco

Poetry for the Inner Ear: The Vital Center : "The Vital Center i. Withdraw from life’s trivia The vital center in life Blessed Trinity Mud-gods of civilization Dig trenches for dea..."

The Vital Center i. Withdraw from life’s trivia The vital center in life Blessed Trinity Mud-gods of civilization Dig trenches for death Dire catastrophe ii. In silent horror forlorn Everything is hard If Jesus is absent As I muse along Passions storm the breast A gentle angel whispers peace iii. The bending hermit is praying Both night and day Fiery battle has begun Poetic fire dim Music drooping Suicide bombere is here. iv. Elixir of life: Your cent percent Give to Jesus The shepherd that cares The greatest thing in life That revitalises, protects our life.

The Confirmation of Faith April buds and flowers Fail to cheer me Begging grace and imploring mercy My love and my peace My spontaneous song Prince of Peace Oppressed and tempted To Thee I come for cure Orient pearl His glory Word of God Heavenly paradise Light of true faith O sweet content Thou art my witness Little charity Slender devotion How unhappy we live! Visit me with thy mercy Your eyes like angels watch the elect Awaiting your appointment Sweeter than honey And honeycomb Sermon on the Mount I pine for the grace Of thy Holy Spirit Till this soul does cry Through ceaseless tribulations Enter the Kingdom of god Surrealism is waste of time Be with me always, O lord In all places In all tedious nights I reject materialism Worldliness in myself For thy sake I come to thee As thou hast called me: Heavenly moments Satan spoils My heartfelt joys Grant me victor

Karl Homolka and Julie Schenecker: The Catastrophe 1. Beware of  child killer  Karla Homolka drugging, raping, torturing, kiling young girls Beware of Julie Schenecker killing her teen-age children From such despair Thou alone canst free! In the midst of all chaos and violence I sing unnoticed Kissed by cross. Devil fierce as ten Furies Terror can go no further Than Sept 11 Ah heaven! Terror may rise again On the forehead Bible mantra Psychic elevator To conquer the fiend iii. Invisible malaise Nuclear rain Heart of hell Tenanted by Satan How senseless nations have been The golden key is the Second Coming Sweetest savior is not coming My love is His Second Coming The hunger for him And the adoring iv. Spell-bound I wait for Him To alter state of mind Of Honolka and Julie Schenecker For renascence of nonviolence To prevent shooting at Nebaska school

Where are We Heading? 1 Atomic explosion As if thousand suns burning Destroyer of worlds It’s time to resolve the Kashmir issue The flash-point of atomic war Hurry up, we’ve got to Rid of Faustian diabolical bargain With Oppenheimer’s atomic ghost 2 O little lamb, O good shepherd Spread the message among the millions Through internet Through art and literature Let the message warning Grow, expand: “Never push the nuclear button” 3 Prepare the world, the world of Peace Unlock, ye nuclear powers, The door of Brotherhood Let in the rain of Love But who the arch fiend is? His paws are red with slaughter Ah me! With my inner eyes The cursed spectre coming Inevitability of nuclear holocaust Yes, yes, it’s true If only science had not gone too far We would have been happy It’s ourself we’ve cheated, not technology!

To Norway:the Subtle Shades of Feeling (Written during my visit to Norway Sept 2008) Miracle of nature Twilight of inner rest Sognefjord Fjord’s climate Copious fisheries Paradise is here Borgund stave churches: Mind’s eye feeds on Spiritual shapes Steep hills Heaven-touching cliffs Narrow fjords Wooden church Colossus island osteroy Hounds of terror disappear Fjord boat Steam train Dearest Norway, alas, I must part Hardanger boat museum Catch me Building a model boat I explore Bergen fjords and mountains Dreaming of Heaven awhile Awake, my Muse, awake Just sight-seeing Deep sea-fishing Unpolluted evening breeze Norway's Glacier Museum Makes me quite charmed Away from cruel claw Nature's sweet notes Coastal landscape magical Norway shall live for ever in my song

Poetry for the Inner Ear: A Poem of the Earth's Last Days : "A Poem of the Earth's Last Days for Terry Collett, Richard Lynn Livesay, Rene Allen, wendy c. i. That beas..."

A Poem of the Earth's Last Days for Terry Collett, Richard Lynn Livesay, Rene Allen, wendy c. i. That beast wretched Blame the foul monster With distaste for love It’s Satan’s terror o’er all earth Furious with His incarnation Invents new strategy for nuclear war New weapons, new nuclear plants New operative plans empowering extremist nations Where terrorism is a divine signal Where the young suicide bombers are brainwashed A blow to the lamb. No. ii. Now Christ thee save, Thou reverent believer! I pray, O Lord Let not the Devil kill The faithful with truest heart Let no radiation paralyze them iii. Our lord won’t allow extinction of earth In one moment millions will disappear The sun and moon will be darkened As we have sinned And divine wrath will devour us In such tribulation Prince of Peace Coming on the clouds of heaven Protects the faithful and believers All were swept away By the

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Haiku: I Yield! I Yield! : "Haiku: I Yield! I Yield! Transclucence of eternal In the temporal: Spiritual alchemy Grammarian Rhetorician- Kill poetry Jesu..."

Haiku: I Yield! I Yield! Transclucence of eternal In the temporal: Spiritual alchemy Grammarian Rhetorician- Kill poetry Jesus message Acts upon us; New person born One word Transforms another- Metaphor Grammarian Rhetorician- Kill poetry Better than Message hunting Consent of the faithful Jesus message Acts upon us; New person born Butterfly quivers Spontaneous joy Contemplating flight Madding crowd Red rose chased by hounds; Citizen of another world Watch quietly Green branches: Grue splendour Fear neither Death nor hell; Willing to suffer No strength protects us If thou cease to preserve us: Thy protection War and sorrow Daily afflict me Why, O Lord? The lord is my salvation Would that I could serve thee All my life!

Poetry for the Inner Ear: The Variety and Richness in Branch Redd Review iss... : "The Variety and Richness in Branch Redd Review issue 6 Literary Journal by Bill Sherman (Edited & published by Bill Sherman, Branch Redd Boo..."

The Variety and Richness in Branch Redd Review issue 6 Literary Journal by Bill Sherman (Edited & published by Bill Sherman, Branch Redd Books, USA, 2002, pp 80, £5/$10. ISBN 0-9615784-8-3) BRR edited & published by Bill Sherman is one of the most admirable literary Journals. It is marked by genuine autobiographical touches. Sherman has brought to his Journal a wide experience of literature, sincere sympathies, and a rich sense of humour. Sherman is unhappy due to lack of public interest in the English translations of the poetry of Dagny Juel, along with " the deep feminist introduction" by the translator, Norwegian poet Hanne Bramness. As I came to know that the issue Number 6 would be the last one, I wrote to Sherman that such highly accomplished quality Journals deserved more publications. The Journal is highly informative. For example, we are told about Pound's insistence that the "hyacinth girl" in Eliot's The Waste La

Poetry for the Inner Ear: The Haiku Music : "The Haiku Music Base of the hill In the deep woods: Shaman is here Jesus grants me spiritual alchemy Secret blooming in all his grace In..."

The Haiku Music Base of the hill In the deep woods: Shaman is here Jesus grants me spiritual alchemy Secret blooming in all his grace In all his greatness Highest sweetest life With Christ our helper- Abide in Christ, the sinless one Dewy mountains Meditate more deeply than a zen monk sound of rain Tibetan bells State of bliss I put a price Of the temple Beyond money Find the ultimate Through the immediate Internal alchemy Chinese chana Sanskrit dhyana: Zen Metanarratives dissolve Amd empty signals Postmodernism Chaos insurmountable Postmoderns play Within the ruin Rose and lily Angels in disguise- Sacred shadow Lullaby of Nibbling sheep: Breeze whispers Politics: Unscrupulously Dog-eat-dog Cartels Monopolies Miscarriage Civilization Is plague- Conservatism Inimical Nationalistis Prejudiced Persevere in the cross Suffer, serve-not govern Paradise is here Fettered person Shudders- slavery

Saint Faustina, Apostle of Divine Mercy Do what You will with me, O Jesus; I will adore You in everything. May Your will be done in me, O my Lord and my God, and I will praise Your infinite mercy. (St. Faustina's Diary #78)

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Saint Faustina, Apostle of Divine Mercy : "Saint Faustina, Apostle of Divine Mercy Do what You will with me, O Jesus; I will adore You in everything. May Your will be done in me, O ..."

Saint Faustina, Apostle of Divine Mercy Do what You will with me, O Jesus; I will adore You in everything. May Your will be done in me, O my Lord and my God, and I will praise Your infinite mercy. (St. Faustina's Diary #78) i With such a companion Faustina Mercy-A-Day 0ur mission O ye Muses Welcome Faustina, welcome His Mercy Welcome the solemn prayer To chant her name In my daily prayer ii Faustina! His Mercy Better than golden light of sun Thy compassion Thy obeying His word Gives me hope My Faustina! iii My 65 years are past Let your magic powers Restore my health My Faustina! iv Rescue our shattered world Protect us From the total havoc My Faustina! v A doubt, a fear Difficult times O Lord, through her intercession grant me a bit of light to dispel darkness My Faustina! vi Let me see only the Good in others Receive my prayer Grant

Poetry for the Inner Ear: Floriana Hall as a Short Story Writer : "sa Floriana Hall as a Short Story Writer A Review of “Out of the Ordinary:Short Stories” (Published ..."

sa Floriana Hall as a Short Story Writer A Review of “Out of the Ordinary:Short Stories” (Published by Ist Books, USA, 2002, pp. 200, ISBN 1-4033-6026-X) Poe understood very well the significance of “invention, creation, imagination, originality” in fictional literature. We notice these characteristics in nonfiction and fictional short stories by Floriana Hall. The stories depict life in its real complexities, and “convey definite inspirational messages. ” The stories are remarkable for their variety. “Of Prayer and Angels” reveals her belief in angels. The story is full of tenderness and pity, as the author illustrates how her faith in God was intensified at the age of seven in the summer of 1934. “The out-of body experience had a definite effect on my life…” “Shaun's Quest” is a children's story, which teaches tolerance. “One Day Later” is about the horror of the terrorist attack on Sept 11, 2001. The most br