eerie emptiness
we float away
our vision distant
longing extinguished
from the world detached
ties disconnected
yet peace suffused
in this void-centric view
cloaked in aloneness
strangely intimate
then we are reeled in
to bliss drenched form
vibrant and aglow
in the borrowed light
loaned by presence
as gift of grace
which we imbibe
to rekindle dying ember
that refractions of love
radiate across space
as a tribute
to our creator
without further inquiring
about God’s divine plan
since our identity
as something separate
from the all that is
has been erased
in place of which we are
fullness in emptiness
emulsified in this urn
wherefrom emanates
the elixir of bliss
commingled with light
banishing darkness
Mild day
yellow bells bloom
banishing winter gloom
sweet harbinger of coming spring.
Gentle wind bids bronze chimes to sway and ring
branches still bare but teem with life
songbirds perch; squirrels play
Outside, I’ll stay~~
mild day.
Space flickers revealing it is a veil,
circumferenced by a ring of white light.
We recognise the truth this does entail,
as light that lights all lights, banishing night.
We find we alone have beheld this sight,
which we then witness again and again,
being what it is, stated in words plain,
which although we share no one seems to care,
so as these epiphanies we ingrain,
of what lies beyond, we become aware.
Capsuled in form, entombed in space,
caught in the swirl of sensations,
lost in dreams of mind’s creations,
we have yet to see our true face.
Remorseless is the flow of time,
with past erased, future unknown,
so in truth there’s nothing we own,
yet our soul seeks new peaks to climb.
To fix this jinx, we pause the cause,
of the movement of fickle thought,
in vibrance of silence self-taught,
blossoming as heart lotus thaws.
Intent stirs and the path appears ~
Bliss mists rise, banishing erst fears
In realms of reverie, I envision a domain,
Where serenity descends like gentle rain,
Love blossoms forth, a boundless, fertile ground,
And equality's radiant light shines all around.
A world where resources, rich and rare,
Are shared with equity, without a care,
The treasures of the earth, a collective wealth,
Bestowed upon all, a universal health.
In this harmonious sphere, we'll find our voice,
A world where every life is a precious choice,
Valued and cherished, each soul a gem,
Unencumbered by the shackles of phyletic whim.
A fraternal bond unites us, hand in hand,
We stand as siblings, in a world so grand,
One candle lighting another, a beacon bright,
Illuminating paths, banishing endless night.
A city of love, hope, and peaceful sway,
Where moral compass guides us, come what may,
A place of dignity, where all can thrive,
And the cacophony of discord, finally, dies.
In this utopia, power's corrupting grasp is stayed,
And the craving for dominance, a relic of a bygone day,
For we are stewards, of this wondrous earth,
Co-creators, with the divine, in a dance of mirth.
Why would we strive to become who we are,
being simply the light that lights all lights,
here and now within, not some place afar,
felt as humming magnetism that delights,
banishing blackness of the darkest nights.
Relinquishing vicarious knowing,
in tranquil silence we keep on flowing.
Power Of Virgin Snow
Teardrops gently flow in a scene painted on
canvas in my dream
Mourning the fate of once iridescent leaves
buried beneath a stream
Intent on banishing loneliness while hoping
good old Earth could bestow
In this wilderness revitalizing a forlorn spirit
the mystical power of virgin snow
9/7/2025
Aboard Vision of the Seas
Written: December 13, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
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With my lush and gentle touch, I revive the lands,
I watch meadows bathed in weaving dawn strands.
My zephyr whispers a scent of sadness borne by rain,
I weave aquamarine threads into the sky again.
I observe the babbling streams as they flow,
and crown the peaks with a tiara of sunglow.
I applied a rose hue to Orchard's cheek,
Every blossom knows the truths I speak.
I sing among the cerulean feathers of the jay,
and prompt the thrush to coo at the break of day.
I scatter blossoms akin to vibrant confetti in flight,
And shroud the night in velvet, silken light.
I mend the weary earth with my hands,
as I spread light into the shadowed lands.
Banishing winter's somber veil from the glade,
I spin fresh where sorrow once stayed.
I embody the heart of the season, pure and clear,
A timeless melody of renewal for all to hear.
The solemn vow, both tender and strong,
A tribute to spring, where hopes belong.
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Cowgirls grin, and horses smile.
They've been in books on shelves for awhile,
One cowgirl with a Western Sunrise in hand,
As cactuses bloom across the land.
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Daisies shine in widespread air,
Cats meow with songs so fair.
Songs of Faery pinks for us to be renewed,
Banning shadows, banishing the blues.
Circles, squares, and ovals play,
While Cosmos shines night and day.
Cactuses crown such dreamy love,
So be it---rejoicing from above.
Sing Yellow Faeries; sing to the Pinks!
Faery voices rise with winks!
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth
Our true Self exists beyond time and space,
yet since all is Self, then how are we here?
In form immanent, we may see God’s face,
as bliss magnetism, signalling He’s near.
Self or God, both being same, is within,
size of a thumb, in the cave of our heart,
so worthy hermit, just go in therein,
breath by breath feeling bliss ignition start.
The Self, a flame without smoke, is God’s spark,
living light eternal, our true essence,
light that lights all lights, banishing the dark,
representing our divine quintessence.
Sages who’ve walked the earth, have so affirmed,
truth of Self, in meditation confirmed.
For a while I'll wear His Holy peaceful radiant smile...
Dancing along with The Lord Of The Dance upon His temple's tile.
Our cosmic spiralling banishing all of which is vile.
Andy O’(Snaps fingers rhythmically) The air hangs thick with midnight blue/And the city hums a graffiti tune/ a voice cuts through, a velvet blade/Andy O’, where stories are made/Poet, Musician, Broadcaster's soul/Navigating the sonic scroll of a downbeat that will never fade/KUVO Jazz, a haven's light/On Sunday nights, banishing the uptight/The Nightside a whispered promise kept/Where restless minds and tired souls have wept/And found solace in a whispered rhyme/A tapestry woven, defying space and time/Mr. Andy O’ cradles the jazz, a smoky embrace/And invites the poetry to find its place/A conversation, deep and low/Of saxophone sighs and verses that flow/The ongoing relationship, raw and true/Between a trumpet's cry and Gil Scott heron spoken word on heartache, hope, and dreams deferred/In every chord and every whispered word/So tune in to the hip Andy O’/ let the darkness fade/As Andy O’ builds the jazzy serenade of stars on the poetry and jazz parade/ For on the Nightside, the truth is revealed In the marriage of poetry, and how jazz makes us feel to be real in the truth of it/ Andy O’ Snaps fingers, silence/ And walks away to broadcast for another day/
Tony Adamo
Each mote of dust that floats airborne
eddies on the light cool balmy breeze
ushered from wide open window
fragrancing the house with summer scents.
Eddies on the light cool balmy breeze,
posies perfuming and performing
petals swishing by outside, free and alive.
Ushered from wide open window
pollen clouds wafts and wanes
settling a scintilla of ochre magic, sill deep.
Fragrancing the house with summer scents
banishing all the stale still murky air
invigorating all within.
Brandishing the lightning lance, the sun arrives,
The mighty, majestic monarch of the day.
Kissing the mouldy mountain rows, he comes
Banishing mist and frost from night’s blotched brow.
In what rich ruby ring of radiance, he appears
Smearing and splotching liquid gold, he gracefully moves
With sparkling splashes, the world becomes bright
The prompt and punctual rooster raises his raucous revelry.
Birds and beasts wake up from their slumberous sleep.
The feathered folks tweet and twitter in harmonious notes.
The verdant vales below send up a welcoming sign.
The leaves stay bright tipped with dainty droplets of dew.
Morn, the bashful, mousy maiden with modest grace,
Peeps and peeks through half drawn curtains in the East.
Removing all trace of a tarnished yesterday,
The day arrives making me smile in burgeoning bliss.
A love that on soft breezes seems to sigh,
A quiet tune the twilight shadows hum.
Within her gaze, the distant galaxies lie,
Where amethystine stardust has become
A canvas for the visions she holds dear,
Of lands where moonlit blossoms softly gleam,
Banishing all earthly doubt and fear,
Lost in the fabric of a purple dream.
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