O Anna Niemus Poems

Fires are ashing.
Falls are crashing.
Men are dashing.
Sunned seas are flashing.
...

She sees the divine in everyone.
She could even describe a serial killer
as having 'detachment around the heart chakra'.
But at detachment's highest octaves, yogis
...

Two souls forgive each other,
releasing the past, making
the ground on which they stand holier,
as if they are
...

If one calls him or herself a prolife
Republican
and
supports the bombing of Baghdad
...

Like the bribed legislator
about whom she would bed
the hooker had no scruples...
if the man had enough
...

The bee does not fly
with finished honey
on his wings.
Matter is unnecessary
...

A true Buddhist has no addiction
to acquisition, to addition.
Each day he reduces
the weight of possessions
...

Hate no sour hard green fruit on the tree of life
. As these small orbs continue to bask in
the sun of God's unconditional love, they will grow sweet and
ripe and larger soon to fall as free gifts from the Divine.
...

Condoleezza,
your condo lease is up...
for the requisite number
of vote dollars was never
...