by Ajmer Rode
The Maharishi whispers:
the flesh is Maya, the lie
the soul is eternal, the truth.
The baby
inside a starved womb insists
it must come out,
needs more flesh.
The maharishi
and the baby in the womb
stare across
into each other’s eyes.
Blue Meditations
Copyright ©:
Ajmer Rode
A few random poems:
- Николай Глазков – Пусть будет эта повесть
- Reply to an Announcement by J. Rankine by Robert Burns
- The Tom Toms
- Psalm 84 poem – John Milton poems
- Владимир Орлов – Кому что снится?
- Olney Hymn 32: The Shining Light by William Cowper
- Иннокентий Анненский – Из участковых монологов
- Как прекрасно твое имя
- Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries poem – A. E. Housman
- Between Two Moments by Nizar Sartawi
- Life, wait for me by Martin Zakovski
- Ирина Гурина – Как пчёлы чуть не поссорились
- Владимир Британишский – Кваренги
- Ballade Of Cleopatra’s Needle poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Trial by Ruth Padel
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: My Lord A-Hunting:
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Moor-Hen:
- Robert Burns: Prologue: Spoken by Mr. Woods on his benefit-night, Monday, 16th April, 1787
- Robert Burns: Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl’s Picture:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Mrs. Scott: Gudewife of Wauchope-House, Roxburghshire.
- Robert Burns: Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet:
- Robert Burns: Extempore In The Court Of Session:
- Robert Burns: Bonie Dundee:
- Robert Burns: Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie:
- Robert Burns: Mr. William Smellie -A Sketch:
- Robert Burns: To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787:
- Robert Burns: Address To A Haggis:
- Robert Burns: Address To Edinburgh:
- Robert Burns: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains:
- Robert Burns: A Winter Night :
- Robert Burns: On Sensibility: Fragment
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Major Logan:
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Robert Burns: Composed In Spring:
- Robert Burns: Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More’s: Presented to the Author by a Lady.
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
