SCHOOL
learners'
sweet abode
from peers and teachers
life skills kids do imbibe
to traverse around the world
"pupils' transformative haven"
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1st place
An abode of good fortune
Is the meaning of my name!
On the contrary, I’ve no penny to claim!!
5th place
It is from heart that all desires arise
so therein too they must be satisfied,
which requires our ego to vaporise,
whence light of God in cave of heart is spied.
We affirm we have been, seen and so known,
God as the supreme light that lights all lights,
which is also called light of Self full blown,
commingled with throb of bliss that delights.
Smaller than an atom, vaster than space,
this wisdom is imbibed when heart is pure,
mode embrace and release at a slow pace,
heart lotus in full bloom and yet demure.
In life’s game of hide and seek, God’s been found
in the cave of our heart, free and unbound.
The modern home of spiders is Website,
Through the Windows, they will go in and out,
But why on screen they are nowhere in sight,
They fear the bite of Bluetooth of the Mouse.
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World-weary and at the end of my tether
Yonder lies my beloved’s abode
Random as the fallen flight feather
Magic horse for me is the only mode
Critical as it is to bring us together
Lamenting, toward the setting sun I rode.
where harmony is just a dream
and nightmares induce every scream
i'll freely ride high upon a moonbeam
to machinate the perfect scheme
to build my home adjacent to a stream
AP: 2nd place 2025
Where is God hiding,
within this organic form,
a question as old as time.
Oh revered hermit,
both heart and the fontanel,
shine with light of the heavens.
I'm retired and live in a small, mobile home,
about 5600 miles from the outskirts of Rome,
about 7200 miles from the waters of the Ganges,
and about 5100 miles from Machu Picchu, in the peaks of the Andes.
It's a nice, cozy little home,
where every day, I try to write at least one new spanking poem -- oops!
one spanking new poem.
It's very hot here,
Fire and brimstone everywhere,
Right where I belong.
“Floating on divine delight the journey
isn’t construed amiss,
it takes life through the sanctum of soul
to the bay of bliss.” – Quote by Poet
The journey began a long time ago,
across rough terrain of plaintive plateau.
Traversed lone life’s meandering pathway,
despite distractions I didn’t ever stray.
The sun shines now in seamless cobalt sky,
ripples of whispering breeze pass me by.
Colored canvas of joyous scene in sight,
while I trace butterfly trails of delight.
At edge of twilight a surging stream flows.
When all portals of time behind me close,
I’ll build a bridge designed by destiny,
walk the last mile on path of ecstasy.
Cross the bridge over the angst-sliced abyss,
from where He’ll take me to abode of bliss.
find love in every equation
and bliss in every sensation
such is as it is, hermit mode
know cave of heart is God’s abode
“The past is an abandoned house that still bears the treasures for today.”
- Quote_ by Poet
We go through its door,
We go into its house,
A reflection of where we have been,
We view all of its portraits.
Sometimes we are held in its nights,
They come into our lights,
They come into our spaces,
They stare at our faces.
All the joys, laughter and comfort,
They have buoyed us to today,
Hope chauffeurs us to tomorrow,
We're not held by today’s gloom.
The past can be a trailing shadow,
A reminder of the shrivelled meadow,
As we look into its mirror,
Our hands should be guided to paint today’s portrait.
November 19, 2023.
Written: June 25, 2023
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In the realm of words, I falter and fail.
To capture the essence of your beauty's tale.
Hidden inside, a treasure untold,
Can only be felt, experienced, and behold.
No words can describe the wonders I foresee.
In the depths of your being, so pure and free.
It transcends the limits of language and speech.
A beauty so utopian, it's beyond our reach.
It's an infinite flame that ignites my soul.
A mystic radiance that makes me whole.
It illuminates the elements of my atman,
Guiding me to your abode, as a divinely drawn plan.
The lotus steps, they beckon and call,
Leading me closer to your sacred hall.
Each step I partake in is a step toward grace.
A journey toward passion embrace
Your abode, a sanctuary of peace,
Where all worries and fears find release.
In the presence of your divine light,
I find solace, and my spirit takes flight.
The lotus blooms, a symbol of purity,
Reflecting the beauty of your divinity.
Its petals unfurl, revealing the way
To the depths of your love, where I long to stay
Twinkle and shine my little star
Your birth heralded a new
Era in our humble abode
You shine so bright that
Darkness melts before you
Twinkle and shine my little star
For you are the light of the world
That can never be dimmed
Twinkle and shine my little star
You are the moon that
Cannot be covered by
The palm of the hand
You are a city on the hilltop
The cynosure of all eyes
You can do nothing else
But twinkle and shine all the way!
Living in your heart
I become your poem
Living in your love
I become your eyelight
Living in your head
I becomes your breath
Living in your bosom
I become your temperature
Living in your labor
I become your sweet drops
therefore
I want to live in your life.
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