The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Oh Shut Up John and the Laughter (for Bill Butler)

 Angel: Oh shut up John. Shut up your rhetoric and dooby dooby do.
             Everyone’s tired of your squawking. Mostly you.

John:   Thank you, Rafael; for yours is the voice I hear.
             And yet your tone is harsh. Have you been drinking beer?

Angel:  Perhaps I have or maybe not. Regardless of the fact,
             You’re a son of a bitch. Why grope around for tact?

John:    Indeed, why grope? Why coddle kiss and flatter?
             But do you think I had choice in the matter?

Angel:  They say you had none then. But now you do.

John:    And you say?

Angel:                         If the Potter breaks a pot, what’s that to you?

At this point in the conversation, I heard a laughter swelling like a gentle rain.
O Teacher! How kind you are to smile me out of this nightmare.
O Tara, How can you be my Heart and yet appear to me in Space?

Chanting the spell of Your all embracing Love, let me live as a simple sadhu
And spread Your Name and my Teacher’s Fame to all the worlds.



- John O.

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