Monthly Archives: February 2012

World Poetry Youth Team: Pasang Dawa Lama Sherpa!


World Poetry’s newest youth team member, talented musician and upcoming poet!

“My name is Pasang Dawa Lama Sherpa. I come from the North Eastern Himalayan region of Nepal. I grew up in a Buddhist school established by Very Venerable Khenchen Thrangu Rinpoche in Nepal to provide food, shelter and modern education for poor Himalayan children . The objective of the school is also to promote Himalayan culture and the Buddhist way of life. 

I was offered with full scholarship to complete my grades 11 and 12 at the Inter-Community School of Zurich and I am currently an SFU undergraduate student enrolled in the faculty of Electronical Engineering.”

Pasang wanted to share a famous  poet from Nepal with you. He plans on writing his own soon.

A brief bio about the Poet:

Devkota has contributed to Nepali literature by bringing the Sanskrit tradition to its apex and by starting modern romantic movement in the country. Devkota was the first to begin writing epics in Nepali literature and his magnum opusMuna-Madan” remains a best seller even fifty years after his death. He is recognized as one of the greatest Nepali writers and his work is in the same level of standard as any of the greats of literature in any language. He also served as Nepal’s Education Minister, and was a professor at Tri-Chandra College.


Oh yes, friend! I’m crazy-
that’s just the way I am.

I see sounds,
I hear sights,
I taste smells,
I touch not heaven but things from the underworld,
things people do not believe exist,
whose shapes the world does not suspect.
Stones I see as flowers
lying water-smoothed by the water’s edge,
rocks of tender forms
in the moonlight
when the heavenly sorceress smiles at me,
putting out leaves, softening, glistening,
throbbing, they rise up like mute maniacs,
like flowers, a kind of moon-bird’s flowers.
I talk to them the way they talk to me,
a language, friend,
that can’t be written or printed or spoken,
can’t be understood, can’t be heard.
Their language comes in ripples to the moonlit Ganges banks,
ripple by ripple-
oh yes, friend! I’m crazy-
that’s just the way I am.

You’re clever, quick with words,
your exact equations are right forever and ever.
But in my arithmetic, take one from one-
and there’s still one left.
You get along with five senses,
I with a sixth.
You have a brain, friend,
I have a heart.
A rose is just a rose to you-
to me it’s Helen and Padmini.
You are forceful prose
I liquid verse.
When you freeze I melt,
When you’re clear I get muddled
and then it works the other way around.
Your world is solid,
mine vapor,
yours coarse, mine subtle.
You think a stone reality;
harsh cruelty is real for you.
I try to catch a dream,
the way you grasp the rounded truth of cold, sweet coin.
I have the sharpness of the thorn,
you of gold and diamonds.
You think the hills are mute-
I call them eloquent.
Oh yes, friend!
I’m free in my inebriation-
that’s just the way I am.

I see the blind man as the people’s guide,
the ascetic in his cave a deserter;
those who act in the theater of lies
I see as dark buffoons.
Those who fail I find successful,
and progress only backsliding.
am I squint-eyed,
Or just crazy?
Friend, I’m crazy.
Look at the withered tongues of shameless leaders,
The dance of the whores
At breaking the backbone on the people’s rights.
When the sparrow-headed newsprint spreads its black lies
In a web of falsehood
To challenge Reason-the hero in myself-
My cheeks turn red, friend,
red as molten coal.
When simple people drink dark poison with their ears
Thinking it nectar-
and right before my eyes, friend!-
then every hair on my body stands up stiff
as the Gorgon’s serpent hair-
every hair on me maddened!
When I see the tiger daring to eat the deer, friend,
or the big fish the little,
then into my rotten bones there comes
the terrible strength of the soul of Dadhichi
and tries to speak, friend,
like the stormy day crashing down from heaven with the lightning.
When man regards a man
as not a man, friend,
then my teeth grind together, all thirty-two,
top and bottom jaws,
like the teeth if Bhimasena.
And then
red with rage my eyeballs rool
round and round, with one sweep
like a lashing flame
taking in this inhuman human world.
My organs leap out of theirs frames-
uproar! Uproar!
my breathing becomes a storm,
my face distorted, my brain on fire, friend!
with a fire like those that burn beneath the sea,
like the fire that devours the forests,
frenzied, friend!
as one who would swallow the wide world raw.
Oh yes, my friend,
the beautiful chakora am I,
destroyer of the ugly,
both tender and cruel,
the bird that steals the heaven’s fire,
child of the tempest,
spew of the insane volcano,
terror incarnate.
Oh yes, friend,
my brain is whirling, whirling-
that’s just the way I am.

Laxmi Prasad Devkot (c)

World Poetry Proudly Presents Julie Corrigan from Canada!



Julie Corrigan grew up and currently resides in  Prince Edward Island, Canada with Acadian and Trinidadian roots.   She is trained as a Community Agency Counsellor and is currently a proud stay at home mom.   

She began writing poetry as a teenager as a way of expressing herself while going through dark times of depression, addictions and despair.   She hadn’t written poetry in years while going through a journey of spiritual awakening, sobriety, and healing.  Now in her thirties, she recently met poet (and her husband’s brilliant boxing cornerman) Richard Doiron who inspired her to return to her love of writing poetry. 

 Finding inspiration from a loving God that has given her a new lease on life, she pens poems of tribute to others, as well as poems from her life experiences, that offer hope on this journey of life.

Butterfly Girl

Raven haired beauty,
Sunlight highlights
Innocence, Joy, Purity
Butterfly catches her eye,
Fluttering in effect,
Her eyes see God         

Sets her feet to dance,
Freedom wings
Flutter carefree,
Burdens lift
Pain loses hold,

She takes in the splendor
Of transformation
New beginnings
From a cocoon which
only offers freedom
 From dreams
Hope, wonder
Light & love

Embrace the butterfly
Sweet child,
It speaks to your heart,
Let no one desecrate
What God smiles upon,
No one can swathe a butterfly back
In its cocoon,
Fly high,
Sweet girl
Dance free

Julie Corrigan (c)  Dec.2011

World Poetry Call for Peace Poems for International Peace Festival May 25-26 !

WP Gift Poems


World Poetry Call for Peace Poems for our International Peace Festival !

         Poets from Eight Countries plan on attending.

          Poem guidelines:

Poems need to be dedicated to peace or for peace.

One page only, two pages in another language

Deadline:  April 15th , 2012,

Poems need to have copyright © and include the name of poet and country.

All selected poems will be put on display at the Richmond Cultural Centre during the International Peace festival at the Richmond Cultural Centre,100, 7000 Minoru Gate, Richmond, BC, Canada.

See additional information below.

Classes and schools are welcome to participate.

Selected poems will be read on the World Poetry Café Radio Show, CFRO, and 102.7 FM in Vancouver British Columbia. If possible they will be included in an e-book.

Send poems to

One selected gift poem will be presented to each person attending.

Selection of gift poem will be by World Poetry and The City of Richmond. If you want to enter your poem as a gift poem, please mark it as a possible gift poem.

It is a opportunity to participate in bringing the World Together in Peace.

The World Poetry Prayer and Meditation Circle is asking that interested participants pray for peace or meditate on peace during the months of April and May. They are also asking that participants give out at least one of their peace poems per day during the months of April and May. To sign up, contact and I will pass the information on.

You will be notified if your poem is selected for display and or a gift poem.

Thank you for all your support and participation.