Irony has no place here; let true meaning stand,
Unmasked from deceit, that twists what should be known;
For truth is dimmed, when caressed by a shaky hand,
Hearts are dulled, when slow speaking in undertone.
We’ve learned to laugh to soften our doubt,
To hedge each word to lessen what's too plain;
This cleverness has worn our candor out,
Leaving us fluent in deceit, shame and disdain.
Now is the moment to speak plainly, completely—
Letting the twists unravel, before they're played.
With power serves made adroitly, sweetly and neatly—
To break the ingrained game our irony has made.
For to say upfront, what we mean, demands we refuse
to diffuse, bemuse, confuse, what we risk to lose.
Hermit, be not lax,
correct parallax,
in meditation
as staid cessation.
Fickle thoughts confuse
and senses bemuse,
so surrender will,
that voids within fill.
Shifting to the heart,
we get a jump start,
breaking down mind’s wall,
seeing God in all.
Our
senses
bemuse us,
causing ripples
in stuporous mind,
deflecting attention,
forcing us to look outwards,
at illusions of names and forms,
which we take as real and engage,
becoming captive to thoughts we conjured.
Oh worthy hermit, escape from life’s noise,
choosing instead staid silence and peace,
present as bliss beats in the heart,
as God’s touch divine sublime,
grace which we may invoke,
simply by choosing
soulful merging
here and now,
with God’s
light.
latent muted newfound observations, quests raging
bemuse our heart and confound the mind
maverick ego is at play again
inducing cravings we must leave behind
beguiled, confused, depraved ego feels guilty
such pangs of conscience usher dawn
entering silence the ripples cease
betwixt bliss beat’s rise we are reborn
prayerfully quiet radiant soul tames umbrage
deeming thought forms as but illusion
thus by doing nothing at all
flame of our innocence exits delusion
delightful empowering favours God Himself infuses
bliss magnetism cascading in feeble form
on choosing to shed our resistance
heart’s swept away in love’s benign storm
senses bemuse
thoughts amuse too
our goose is cooked
negating form
each life storm ebbs
conform with love
no fears remain
feral stains cleansed
heart’s pain is healed
in body urn
bliss burns erst sins
we turn inwards
in hermit mode
we decode truth
an ode to God
God search, soul’s quest, requiring ego to die,
vaporising, that then we transcend time-space
limitations, viewing the light of our Self …
questions cease; truth’s known.
In this dream realm, illusions bemuse, confuse
but if we choose to be still, voids then soon fill,
thus if we wish to be free, silence reveals …
the truth of being.
(25 syllables.
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Bococo bay
beyond Ballay,
beyond Bar Reef,
beyond belief;
big booby bawls
brash booming calls
bedraggled beasts
bake bacon feasts
boss bozos boast
beside bad ghosts
blue butt Baboons
bemuse with tunes
bone bodies boo
(boil boogers too)
bombastic boys
bang, bang with noise
bijou boats float
bob bob in moat
blind burping bird
begs to be heard
Bococo bay
beyond Ballay,
beyond Bar Reef,
beyond belief;
beyond Bopeep
beyond my sleep.
Over the waters blue, the night winds sigh,
the breakers roar.”
_ by Lord Byron
Beneath the moon, Earth's living oceans breathe
with pulsing tides and swells that rise and fall.
The iridescent blues on rolling waves
add mystery, as night winds echo sighs.
Large breakers roar and crash upon the shore
as gusty winds push forward frothy waves-
displaying unleashed power over land;
a force that dominates beyond control.
So like another world, our oceans seem-
with depths to places down below huge waves;
where creatures large and small in secret worlds
explore their universe- to us unknown.
What lies beneath of life we've never seen
or life that was- now buried deep below
where land was once- but seized by ocean's might;
commanders of this Earth- these oceans are.
Beyond our skies- unknowns bemuse our minds;
neath ocean waves rests knowledge still to come.
On land, we in the middle share a loss
in finding answers to these mysteries.
Like magic, it appears
inspiration- a roaring force out of nowhere
spins and steers
filling blank views
with creative visions and flare-
bemuse
reveal
its force to share
zeal
Like magic, it appears
with creative visions and flare-
zeal
As mind-body grows, our soul knows,
truth of being, so gently flows
but then fears and desires bemuse,
so inner light no longer glows.
Succumbing to lower mind’s ruse,
we strive and toil, both win and lose
but seeing how fickle heart sways,
such antics no longer amuse.
Choosing one day, to mend our ways,
we see how silence, dark fear slays
and so we shift focus inside,
finally free, at end of days.
Innocence has no cause to hide,
so in the void, we wingless glide,
reclaiming the light of our soul,
suffused with bliss, on life’s joy ride.
We grow up, the day we feel whole,
as living light, scriptures extol,
breath by breath, imbibing God’s grace,
fulfilling thus, our ordained role.
Choosing to exit, the rat race,
live, love, laugh, at an easy pace,
alive, aglow, in stillness slow,
holding God’s love, in close embrace.
Flapping gay garment hung on balcony bannister
Trots obstinate flung spun over railing
Fixated brazen Brigette immune to embarrassment
Boosted bemuse formats never failing
Composed to procure prominence, step with stars
Stage bound show must go on motto
Constellation shift slides velvet curtain aside ajar
Planets orbit origin wins Lyceum lotto
Horoscope high hope performs fame premonition
Bright light box office tickets Brigette
Halcyon sky spiral beehive secures each audition
Sixties seductress frequency fills seats
23rd June
Absurd Truth
Apply not mind, employ heart’s glow
Ceasing grasping, connect
Clear truth dawns in staid stillness slow
Such is the path, direct
Fears and desires bemuse
Devil in disguise ruse
Thoughts no longer amuse
Ego spawned bind
Apply not mind
11-June-2023
Quietus
The scriptures bemuse,
their teachings confuse,
for we
grasp not offered clues
and so win or lose,
we see
that we may so choose
love without excuse,
to be.
Tied to our mind tree,
how can we be free
unless
head and heart agree
to frolic in glee,
undress,
flowing thus carefree,
in a fun filed spree;
no stress.
If we would progress,
fears we must address,
defuse,
that bliss makes ingress
and God may soul bless,
transfuse
His grace to access
cause of soul’s duress,
to cruise.
04-April-2023
Virelai
poisoned pawn
temptation
look again
fears bemuse
desires spike
fearsome storm
mindful eye
tranquil heart
is immune
28-January-2023
Tricube
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