All fulfilments of his nature attained, man is not merely a reflector of divine light but becomes actively united with Spirit. This state is Kaivalya, Oneness.
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Jesus said, ‘My Father and I are one’,
signalling that with ego vaporised,
aligned with God’s will, He shines like the sun,
substratum of existence realised.
Awareness held like a flicker-free flame,
heart tranquil, nonjudgmental eye single,
with enactment of God’s will, our sole aim,
we delight as bliss pheromones mingle.
Tweaking this lucid dream, as of God’s will,
there being no sense of separation,
love’s peace dove perches on heart’s window sill,
enlivening God’s cosmic vibration.
God’s energy is love and is expressed,
by childlike souls who are by His grace blessed.
Categories:
22, god, love,
Form: Sonnet
Black top was miles and miles away
Dirt road as far as you could see
The future just a minute away
Was everything you wanted it to be
Taking our time but not slowing down
Heads in the clouds, bare feet on the ground
Up with the sun, chasing the moon around
Dirt road living with a real country sound
The black top was miles away
The dirt road was here to stay
Or so we thought
In younger days
Hand me down clothes and used cars
Knowing right from wrong wasn’t so hard
Sunday School and parties at the lake
Life like this is too damn real to fake
We were young on that old dirt road
Didn’t listen to half the things we were told
Fishing poles and twenty-twos
Cowboy boots and tennis shoes
The black top was miles away
The dirt road was here to stay
Or so we thought
In younger days
On a dirt road we were living wild
Free and being nature’s child
Free and living nature wild
Black top was miles away
Thought that life would stay
But the dirt road has gone away
And though the black top’s here today
My heart still runs that dirt road way
The black top was miles away
So very very far away…and the dirt road…
Goes on forever
In my heart
Categories:
22, memory, remember, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Written: June 23, 2025, for Brian Strand contest
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m y r r h
on your s o f t s k
i n—
a
k
e t
t l b e d
e hums in r o o
m s
we speak without n~o~i~s~e
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p
a
b
u
l
u
m of t*o*u*c*h
fuels the pain below my r_i_b_s
l
o v
e, slow-cooked f*i*r*e \|/\|/
* * *
Categories:
22, analogy, cute love,
Form: Haiku
The beginning
of the end
The end
of the beginning
To look
and not see
A desperate
path
To start
what can’t finish
Destroying
tomorrow
When eyes
remain closed
The future
— uncast
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Categories:
22, visionary,
Form: Rhyme
22 ( 26 Years Ago)
Stay hungry even if you're not ready.
It’s you vs you everyday.
Keep pushing for stronger results.
Moving forward to reach your goals.
The drive started when I was 22.
Back then I had a lot to prove.
One compliment changed my life.
I wasn't expecting it, what a surprise.
With no self doubt or nonsense.
Stay upbeat and positive.
Just put your foot in the door.
Be a role model for others.
All the hard work is worth the suffering.
Wake up early and drink some coffee.
Picking up the weights is worth your time.
We could workout side by side.
Leave all of the frustration behind.
Let go of all the anxiety.
You are a force to be reckoned with.
In the mirror you are totally focused.
Music takes you to another place.
Go beyond your means and embrace.
You’ve always had the fire in you.
You inspire me to push on through.
Categories:
22, me,
Form: Rhyme
Parting Spring Hiku 22
spring bidding g –o –o -d b –y -e
warm breeze w ~h ~I ~s ~p ~e ~r ~i ~n ~g on leaves
e.
s
i
summer songs on r
Categories:
22, goodbye, song, spring, summer,
Form: Haiku
dewdrops drip
on the brim of his hat
farmer picks the last apple
Categories:
22, nature,
Form: Haiku
Attempt, attempt, attempt, I try, I do,
but find success a frightful,fretful sort
of creature.—.landing always just so short
for you,—my victories?: far less than few.
From void to verse then verse now void,—but you
reject my voice,else’y*u[ / , u ]d*stort
it, and to good will ill intent impart;
My inspiration, skewered by your view,
lies fallow in your lap.—Tell, what’s the use
of baring open heart and mind and soul
when evil’s understood the sole (and whole)
ground of my poetry? — — rather a noose
than these restraints!, ach! and the love you reek
of, it struggles with my fine nose. I speak.
Categories:
22, anger, conflict, fear, hate,
Form: Italian Sonnet
My bars the words, the prison guard my verse,
Rattling the staves of this poetic cell,
I struggle vainly, locked up in this jail.
Yea, thus is my predicament, my curse.
Oh, how jealously, you smirking blank verse,
I look upon what freedom guides your quill;
For formal phrasing does of me compel
Stubborn structures—the styles which I rehearse.
But, boldy bumbling, art is now arising!
Walls becoming my score, and tallies tones, ?Confined to meter, bound by rigid rhyme,
I yet find measures full of surprising
Motifs. The modern poet at sonnets groans,
But I, I do believe they’re quite sublime.
Categories:
22, dedication, funny, humor, language,
Form: Italian Sonnet
To let my wanton gaze go wandering
And graze giddily your saintly silhouette,
With wonder watching you and pondering
What wild pensées through my fancy pirouette;
To glimpse a glimmer gleaming from your gloss,
A sparkle shining gaily on your smile,
To steal the lipstick from your lips, to toss
Your weight my way, a soirée worth your while;
To feel a frisson flitter through your skin,
With luster shivering between our senses,
And see your face flush scarlet, our shade of sin,
All this I long for and lust, in secret glances;
So with my pen I wink at you, pining
For your sweet permission. And now signing,
X
Categories:
22, body, crush, desire, lust,
Form: Sonnet
it starts off sounding
complicated
one them ones
thats what you make it
sounds and mixes
tuned for a band
ah singer would say
you can't sing over this
we say
"yes you can'
Background singer
wiff the Creame ah: ooh ahh's
funky groove
bouncing bras
finger snapping
sounds delicous
phat beats
grooves nutreincous
rizpetto set in stanzas
in the video she's on cameras
Changed the lyrics we gotta
new duration
suppozza sing it
but he gonna say it
sound the brasses
sing sumthang like
re-ahh sha wah
the ooh ah-ooh ah on the grind me parts
ahh chi-cha dew wah
bassline licks
hot and stankin
sum strings to sooth the sound
and vocalists getting down
the kinda sound
to were the musics grooving
beats keeps all-ya'll movin
Crunk and full of soul
ya'll like those
ah-she wahs
goofin wiff dah ah-she ah's
riffs groovin on the Wonez
Riffs Grooving on
the Wonez
Categories:
22, character, guitar, music,
Form: Ballade
Catch-22
If I say I love you
I’m too possessive.
If I fail to say I love you
I’m not romantic enough.
If I work twelve-hour days
I don’t spend enough time with you.
If I only work four-hour days
I don’t show enough ambition.
If I discipline the children
I’m too harsh.
If I don’t discipline the children
I’m too lax.
If I suggest we go on a date
I’m to frivolous.
If I suggest we just stay at home
I’m too cheap.
If I want to be intimate
I’m oversexed.
If I’m not in the mood
I’m not a good lover.
If I want to be spur of the moment
I’m too impulsive.
If I want to plan
I’m too overly cautious.
I can’t win for losing.
I’m in a catch-22.
Categories:
22, love,
Form: Free verse
November 22, 1963
I was in fifth grade
my teacher cried
Oliver McKeithan
Categories:
22, history,
Form: Free verse
I relate to the above scripture as poetry..I reflect upon the
Denands of pharoah? And hold it before the current world
Preoccupation with ( over feminisation ) of general life? i
Often read of a need for 'balance in humanity' its given a
Great reception if it is spoken of in buddhist teachings or
Even in current ' climate theroies ' yet i do not see it acknowledged if it comes from the Christian stand-point.?
Surely a truth is relevant accross the spectrum of life.?
I leave it there, may god bless all who read.)
Categories:
22, appreciation,
Form: Didactic
Poetry Challenge Day Three
Poem Number 21
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Thank Goodness for the OTCs
Relieving coughs, sniffles and sneeze
Ibuprofen for the fever
So thankful for this pain reliever
And answered prayers
Through Acedominaphrin
Hallelujah, and amen
Blessed through modern medicine!
P.C. Poem #22
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We've rested almost through the day
But now I am quite pleased to say
This mighty mean and nasty flu
Tonight is feeling almost through
The painful throbbing in my head
Abated now, I'm up from bed!
Categories:
22, recovery from,
Form: Rhyme
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