Complaining doesn’t make things better!
How many times have I heard that?
So I’m going to complain about that old saw
‘Cos complaining jars me awake…
…activates my libido, rouses my sleeping lion
energizes me to resolve problems
that seemed overwhelming
mere moments ago
Come admiration in lush
The pleasure that make you blush
Of becoming dear to your crush
I need to talk to you
It signals the pit to woo
Which one endlessly pursue
J wish this is to Him your mind
The pleasure breed loyalty to find
No bluff in the faith admired
Think of the panic
That gives in without manic
Even not minding how acerbic
Toast His distress
The holy protection on the cross
That delivers your peace
The deep breath
Which activates salvation's birth
Via his brutal death
What is right
Easy but seems tight
Earn never without fight
Who live without life
Jesus' salvage cum strife
Thrive not without thinking afterlife
He is the way
On which you find brae
Follow on cum grey
He gave out His best
Fight and beat your chest
To never rest till you rest
For there will be no grace
After the earth's race
Hugged by your own trace
When the moon weeps, for Mother Earth's woes
Traversing the skies around the globe
Flows through cycles of space and time
Activates movement from dark to light
She holds secrets of stories untold
Her mood stirring the waters within
Hearts connect upon her somber gaze
When the moon weeps, for Mother Earth's woes
I’m not sure who did it
Or what it was that was done
All I know is that I don’t know
I am not sure why I don’t know
As everyone else seems to know
And find my not knowing very amusing
I don’t know why they find it amusing
All I know is that I don’t know
And their knowing doesn’t help
Me with my not knowing
Yet activates the
“How can you not know?”
“everybody knows” retort
No one will tell me
Who did it
Or what it was that was done
I’m beginning to think
They don’t know either
Who knows.
Storms are troubles that are a part of your life.
They pass through from nowhere, in their wake is strife..
Pain and suffering may result and sometimes loss.
There is coverage left for you, at the foot of the Cross.
Nothing to put down, Someone already paid your cost.
We'll find peace & comfort where suffering took place.
A plan from God for the whole human race.
In your vehicle of thought, make it the first place to go.
The Underwriter name is God, in case you didn't know.
It is where where Jesus signed the contract for me.
Written in His Blood. The address Calgary.
From there God's angel messengers reach out to you.
Where sin-dead spirits arrive and leave renewed.
Coverage is given to all, no soul turned away.
Through Christ God guarantees coverage everyday!
To sign sign on the line, lay down your pride.
Admit you are wrong so Christ in you may abide.
It's a policy for life, nothing else needed to do.
Because Jesus, our agent has done all for you.
God activates it "IMMEDIATELY" to cover all strife.
He's like "Our Good Neighbor!" for all storms of our lives.
Nothing lies between charming Eve and her,
portrayed in the radiant face of rainbow hue,
shimmering with an enigmatic smile.
The charisma of the spectacular still life,
created layer on layer by maestro Vinci,
activates the sense of awe in the luring visage,
with the eyes of crystal stars dreaming cosmic dreams.
The tinsels of charm swathe the mesmerized hearts,
pulsating with beguiling celestial cadence.
The aura of exquisite brilliance spreads the veil of mystery
on the grand masterpiece of superb living art.
The metaphors of her relentless appeal
define women’s enduring eternal magnificence,
worthy of memento in lunar luminescence.
love
deactivates
hate
activates
moves
everyone
world...
...
My lady wife does strange things with the lavatory brush
She stands it in the loo and then she activates the flush
But she’s my girl and not someone that I would want to chasten
Except she leaves the brush there like it’s Guardian of the Basin
I know she pours in loads of bleach in which the brush can soak
I don’t know why she does this for alas I'm just a bloke
So when I walk into the loo that brush is standing proud
Protruding from the lavvy pan as I proclaim out loud…
My darling, I’m so happy that you keep our home hygienic
But that there plastic poker in our loo is hardly scenic
So I don’t have a Labrador but what if I were blind…
You’d find me running out of here while clutching my behind
I am alone right now
I am not lonely.
In the night, the sky is full of stars.
Nobody knows how many!
We do not see all things.
Calmness
In the daytime, the earth is full of sun light,
And people various activates.
Normal life
We do not see everything.
One should not put himself above others
Nor to underestimate things
Bad inspirations,
And evil scruples should be out.
Alone with my thoughts.
That I would like to share some with you.
Leaving the past and that unwanted story
Behind.
Alone.
Existence is the cauldron where elements brew
Earth, water, fire and air, are in space entwined
Each has unique attributes, maintaining life
Cognised by presence when they are aligned
Holy Spirit grazes form, beginning at root of spine
Earth comes alive, as blood begins to flow
Two thirds of the planet is water; we are likewise
We feel in stillness, our sacral water centre glow
Energy ascent continues, igniting fire in the navel
So enlivening and comforting is magnetic heat
But what avail the spark, if there be no movement
Breeze of air obliges, making our heart upbeat
Thus from root to sacral, navel and then our heart
Grace activates all elements and body glands
Passing through throat corresponding to aether
Into the head ovoid to cognise God’s heavenly lands
Ancient Hermitic wisdom affirms: as above, so below
Made in God’s image, we represent the whole
Five senses, elements and electricities as yet unknown
Oh hermit, we ourselves are the light, scriptures extol
The splendor of the blooming flower
on the lips of the unfurling bud
radiates glamour in the frame of charisma,
suspended on the wall.
I float in the air of fascination
to the magnetic meadow of Mona Lisa,
as the sensuous force enthralling,
unveils time-transcending beauty of woman.
Nothing lies between Eve and you,
when you’re in my vision suffused
with the radiance of rainbow allure,
shimmering with the enigmatic smile.
The spectacular still life icon,
created by the painter supreme,
activates the sense of awe in me
with the perpetual attraction.
The aura of exquisite brilliance exudes
in the masterpiece of superb living art.
The metaphor of her persistent appeal
defines women’s mesmeric magnificence.
____________
May 3, 2023
For A Brian Strand Premiere No, 1213 Contest
Kundalini is pulse that moves
Divine Mother at root of spine
Who ascends when head-heart align
God’s life force in our body grooves
Magnetism, that keeps us alive
To its rhythm, nodes within us jive
It’s the light that darkness removes
Ego takes a backseat; soul shines
We transcend mind-body confines
Benign bliss burn, our soul approves
Mother activates by Her touch
From fears and desires, we declutch
That God dwells within, to us proves
By transmuting our feeble form
Enlivened with love and light warm
Kundalini is all that moves
God’s life force in our body grooves
It’s the light that darkness removes
Benign bliss burn, our soul approves
That God dwells within, to us proves
02-May-2023
Constanza (poetry form invented by Connie Marcum Wong)
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UP TO 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Gramnar
Putin's finger lingers over the device
That activates the bomb
Against the best advice
He teases with aplomb
Shall I, shan't I
Oh, this is kind of fun
Power Hungry Putin
What have you done?
You are inhuman, a monster, not a man.
Those astute Ukrainians
They threw a spanner in your evil plans.
Who would have thought
An insurrection would last so long.
Has this taught you,
That your plans have all gone wrong.
Can't you see the destruction?
And the carnage you have caused.
Don't you think it's time you started to live by the rules?
Are you losing confidence and afraid of losing power?
In the distance, can you hear the sound of victory?
From the Ukrainians, as they get closer by the hour?
Stop the blackmail and the constant lies
If you press the nuclear button
Everybody dies!
Morning
Morning is not for the morning glory
Morning is not for morning after pills,
Morning is not for the sound of birds
From trees to cold freezes,
Morning is not for the Alarms
Snoozed, snoozed and snoozed and off.
Morning is for the new one
New fresh day
Activates the smell of a fresh start.
Morning is for the brave
Waking up from the grave
To face this life that God has gave.
Morning is for the hustlers
Shaking off sleep to wear profits.
Morning is for the knockout
Rising with the sun to knock again.
Morning is not for the sun to rise
But for the second chance to breathe and live.
Morning is not for the sad
But it is the shower of yesterdays pain
Brave are those that rise together with the sun
To face it eye for an eye
And smile
And push
And drive
For they are activated by the spirit of the new day.
#GoodMorningYall
#Thelivingpoet
Molten
Waxing waning
Symphony in 27 skies
Lunar skies as Nakshatras
Of moon and our earthly lives
In this variance, is a hidden order
The lovely play of reflected sunlight
This light as reflected; never scorching
Now sun arrives as a melody in harmony
Moonlight is said to nourish all vegetation
Moonlight activates flavours and fragrance
Moon skies 27 or 28 have attribute; nature
Moon said to be our Mind, turning the tides
If solar is as father; the lunar is the mother
The moon flows in our body in breath Nadis
The inhale exhale the Ida, Pingla as cosmic
Lunar as reflections, the moon is reflecting
Moonshine further illuminates every Being
Melting, fleeting, fragrant, traces of silver
The one that is reflecting as multiform
............From Upanishads:-
..................... A....single
.................Being-Self,
...............there is.
..............IT dwells in each and
.............every being, uniform
.. ..........and yet multiform...
..............It appears like
................the moon
...................in
...........a
pond...
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