Poems by Ken Goodman 

Bio

Ken Goodman’s poetry was published in various journals. His life purpose can be stated as follows:

“When ecstatic meditation blends with poetry creation,
deLightning strikes to point to understanding wordlessly—
thus the joyous challenge to express linguistically.”

Ken (from Cleveland) began writing poems soon after he was granted an opportunity to stand alone in Emily Dickinson’s bedroom.  It was there (in a blissful daze) that these lines were hastily scribbled:

You who

        breathe in my Address,

eyeing my white writing dress—

beat-beat of your heart is Loud

but I may make your skin a Shroud

for stepping sole in my bedroom &

gazing out my Glass—

I could harden your heart to Tomb,

and can do it fast.

Lots of folks fall in love with me

now that I’m safely dead—

what makes you think I would have let

you backslide in my bed?

Writing poetry was my

                                Luminous Innerwear,

no suitor in some bodysuit can

possibly compare.

Leave

it to me

to feel…doubt…

moments after you—

                        Walk Out!

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in the equipoise

No way to wander away

                  from self-meditative glow:

home sweet home where path/arrival has no

where to go : mating unseen & beholding in

the equipoise—

where secret mantra silence inner-hears

noise or no noise,

unconfused by senseshell-relative centrality:

experienced directly clear

          through all diversity…

all at once (never elsewhere) I AM identity:

in the equipoise of [your] egoless deity,

immune to post & pre : blissful wisdom

letting thoughts calm voluntarily, witnessing

lifetimelessness where eyes can’t look to see:

in the equipoise of dawn-fresh & horizon-free:

GodLove kicking lazy out of AH effortlessly—

in the equipoise of mindcloud/GodSky centrally;

in the equipoise of wisdom-eye unliddedly;

in the equipoise of Constant mating Presently:

in the equipoise of I AM

                          no known name can be.

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color one

If GodFace has a color

it’s where atoms are empty . . .

self-recognized where I AM is

one color : clarity,

unstained linguistically,

atom-empty field

Garden E stability,

secret mantra access

inner-hearing silently,

color one embracing

GodSky/mindcloud(s)

centrally : each one

               intimately,

deLight absolutely dry

as sunshine undersea.

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