Best Attach To Poems
Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. By Unseeking Seeker
From whence comes the fragrance of a flower?
At its fulcrum, the floral organs
attach to the stalk, which has poked
up out of the earth to sprout
the beautiful petals -
that sweet-scented face
which I adore
in the form
of the
rose.
My
soul is
like the rose.
I am planted
on this earth, but I
need proper nourishment
to fulfill my roles. Heaven,
please let your sun reign down on me.
My soul, like that of a rose, provides
no sweet fragrance without enlightenment.
The Adjective Twin: A Poem of Pain
I am "presumptuous" -- and with my brother, "arrogant"
we are the adjective twin of "gentle" blame
of "gentle" wounding, of "gentle" continued "colonization"
constantly in an "unconscious" search for unsuspecting names to attach to,
so that we can remain collectively unconscious of our shadows.
We were born (and are constantly re-born)
from the culturally "unconscious" womb of (even "progressive") white privilege,
with the help of "pre-judgment" the midwife who abhors "decolonization."
And heed this warning: We do NOT like mirrors, because clear mirrors tell
(at an uncomfortable-making non-white-privileged "pace" of needed transformation)
the kind of "decolonization" truths that inconveniently bring to consciousness "well-intentioned" unconscious "Orientalisms,"
("Truths" that could potentially flourish into "Reconciliation" healing--IF allowed mirror-full-ness);
and these kinds of truth make my brother and I really (mostly "unconsciously") uncomfortable,
because we don't resonate with mirrors, with reflection,
'cause rather than truthfully being "set free"
we like to be comfortable in our privilege.
When we, the adjective twin attach ourselves to unsuspecting names
(who expect standards that befit real civility, real nonviolence, real caring)
Mother Earth's mirrors of tearful eyes break in 1,001 pieces of feel-goodist "progressive" self-deception,
that "gently" kill peace--on Earth.
Don't blame us, though,
(and definitely, but "gently" DO silence the wailing sirens of inconvenient awakening)
because we are the adjective twin,
and the "progressive" harm we cause is ever so "gentle" and "well-intentioned," you see?
By: Moji Agha (Mojtaba Aghamohammadi)
Monday, March 26, 2018
Boulder, Colorado
Many of us wonder if the Devil does truly exist?
Lurking in the dark night or hiding out in the mist?
Well, I believe he does and breaking us is one of his goals.
So he releases his demons and they attach to our souls.
They whisper dark thoughts into our ears.
They push and they pull us right into our fears.
They coax us far past where we would usually draw the line.
They cloud our judgment telling us everything's fine.
They taunt us with temptation, lust and illusion.
Some say they're not real that they'rejust a twisted delusion.
But they are quite real, please don't think that they're fiction.
And they come armed with many forms of addiction.
Addiction is one of the Devil's greatest creations to date.
Infect with this and we'll seal our own fate.
He will wear down our soul's with this nasty infection.
Until we become just another lost soul for his demented collection.
So if you still wonder about the Devil and demons and if their existence is true.
Just ask any addict if they exist and they'll tell you they do.
I was looking at the starry sky
When past a comet sped.
Oh, how I wished I could
Attach to it a sled.
I'd hurtle through the universe
Such things would I see,
Planets never seen before
And distant galaxies.
I could watch a super nova
Dodge pulsars cosmic rays,
And marvel at planetary rings
As I toured the milky way.
I could fly through a nebula
As on and on I sped,
Then shoot off to infinity,
Aboard my celestial sled.
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When you CLUTCH the VINES of attachment
GRASP them tightly, HOLD on to them
You suffer multi HUED agony endlessly
You GASP in pain
Remember nothing is yours.
All that you possess was gifted after birth
It will be taken away at death
Why have attachment to transient
We not be attached to permanent
The ultimate source of bliss and love
Detach from world, attach to God
Once you remove your worldly CLASP
you will GLIDE and SOAR freely
INHALE tranquility
You will be liberated from this world
Never to come back again
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For Grasp contest by Constance La France
04.07.2021
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Some verses from Bhagvad Gita related to attachment
BG 2.62: While contemplating on the objects of the senses, one develops attachment to them. Attachment leads to desire, and from desire arises anger
BG 2.63: Anger leads to clouding of judgment, which results in bewilderment of the memory. When the memory is bewildered, the intellect gets destroyed; and when the intellect is destroyed, one is ruined
BG 4.10: Being freed from attachment, fear, and anger, becoming fully absorbed in me, and taking refuge in me, many persons in the past became purified by knowledge of me, and thus they attained my divine love.
BG 5.10: Those who dedicate their actions to God, abandoning all attachment, remain untouched by sin, just as a lotus leaf is untouched by water
She's bitter, numb and cold.
Doesn't care who she leaves behind.
She doesn't attach to anyone or anything.
It'll just hurt her when they're gone.
Tomorrow she'll leave and never look back.
Regrets she doesn't have any.
She feels no remorse for what’s she's done.
In her eyes she's done nothing wrong.
No goodbyes for voyage a head.
She will stay for no one.
Like a lone ship with no ties.
Wonders without reason but to leave.
She hates the life she’s been given
So many people love her she doesn't care.
Machine programmed to feel nothing.
Feelings make you weak;
She doesn’t allow weakness
She's cruel and cold to keep you away.
Because if she doesn't care there will be no strings.
When it boils down to the truth taking a platform
the words Jesus speaks deeply to me
Most assuredly I say to you
before Abrabham was I am
there is no one before Him or after Him
In my books He is Alpha and Omega
clearly from this statement our Lord says
I am the first and I am the last
besides Me there is no God
Picking up the stones under blasphemy laws
being a man trying to make yourself a god low key
speaks for itself the worth you attach to life
for what works do you label someone
is it for the value or beliefs held inside
for every attack is on Love by hate
and our King holds the keys of Hades and of Death
Some say “it’s better to have love and lost than never love at all”
They also say “if it was meant to be it will come right back to you”
I say “love is the enemy the silent destroyer and not to be underestimated”
It is the ruler of your brain and the master of your heart
Anything lost should remain lost; if its possession was of any worth it would
not be neglected
Nothing is meant to be if it was not carved in stone, our future is mold by our
choices.
Never get emotionally attach to anything /any one you cannot see yourself
without.
For life is a journey and understanding should not compliment doubt.
Some say “never to burn your bridges behind you”
They also say “you cannot know the future without knowing your past”
I say “knowing your history is one thing but the future still remains a mystery.
Some bridges are made to be burned while some weren’t strong enough to
last
Not everyone that gives a helping hand has a good intention
Your friend could be as close as your brother but behind his aid manifest
deception
“No man is an island and no man stands alone”, I remember this well.
Who made this phrase up, what do they mean and on what aspect? Please do
tell.
Unity is strength I know this to be true and still what was made a whole can be
broken in two
I say “anything you can’t do by your self leave it alone and be very careful not
to make ones burden your own.
Some say “the youths have no hope for the future”
Yet what hope does the future provide for the youths?
And what’s the sense of being direct if it’s not all the truth?
Also what good is an opinion now if you chose to be mute?
I say “youths make use of your prime”
And ensure that you’re being paid for your time.
Never expect people to tell you the truth,
It would be a bonus if they do
People will say what they want also do what they want
So I say, time is money so when you talk be quick
And when you come with your ideology or your tricks
Come prepared for a conflict
Has anyone seen my ding a ling?
You wouldn’t dare ask “what is it”.
I will just say it’s the cutest thing.
It must be a cousin of my widget,
about which my wife often digs.
It hasn’t a name, only a digit.
I also have some thing-a-ma-jigs
that attach to fishing lures, you know.
My heart sings making world famous rigs.
While pointing my do hickey just so
I turn on my color gizmo, git go.
© May 21 2010 For Catie’s “Beautiful Form” contest
Above my hearth rests a muzzle loader I know not how old.
Ah, could it speak, what adventurous tales to be told!
Oft I've caressed it and pondered time and again,
About where it was made and who its owners might have been!
Lewis and Clark may have used it in their daring odyssey,
To carry out Jefferson's dream and quest for Manifest Destiny!
Could it have been shouldered by Dan'l Boone, that hardy pioneer,
In his exploration of Kentucky to expand the western frontier?
Could it have reposed above the hearth of a humble cabin abode,
Ever ready to keep at bay whatever peril may have bode?
I'm sure it was used by a father with all his skill and ardor,
To provide provender for his family's ever scanty larder!
Perhaps it was fired by a Yank or Reb clashing upon the field of strife,
Brother against brother, bent on sending the other to eternal life!
Mayhaps a grizzled mountain man of the Rocky Mountain west,
Toted it in his quest for beaver fur of which he was obsessed!
Maybe it was aboard a Conestoga wagon pulled by plodding teams,
And carried by a man heading west to fulfill his family's dreams!
I suppose I could attach to it any fanciful tale I might choose,
But about its ancient and mysterious past I much prefer to muse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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You Raped My Soul
by Elise Hendry
I slowly trusted you…
I shared the depths of my heart and soul with you…
You allowed me to attach to you …
Like a newborn fawn…to it’s mother…
I drank deeply from your heart of love, tenderness, gentleness, kindness and acceptance…
You covered me with a blanket of grace after the shame of my childhood…
I swam in the pools of your sea moss eyes…
I delighted in the deep desires you awakened in me…
I shared the depth of my struggles with you...
And then when my pain and chaos of longing was too much…
I attempted to snuff out the candle…
The candle in the wind would not be blown out…
Left in the shadow…was the pain of awakening to life again…
But you were gone…you abandoned me…you blamed me…you labeled me…you betrayed me…
The blanket of grace was ripped off my naked body…and replaced with shame and pain of loss….
My mental health was not your concern …you traded your heart of love for a heart of fear…
You did not know me…you did not love me….you died…
I was looking at the starry night
When past a comet sped.
Oh, how I wished I could
Attach to it a sled.
I'd hurtle through the universe
Such things would I see,
Planets never seen before
And distant galaxies.
I could watch a super nova,
Dodge pulsars cosmic rays
And marvel at planetary rings,
As I toured the milky way.
I could fly through a nebula
As on and on I sped,
Then shoot off to infinity,
Aboard my celestial sled.
When it boils down to the truth taking a platform
the words Jesus speaks deeply to me
Most assuredly I say to you before Abrabham was I am
there is no one before Him or after Him
In my books He is Alpha and Omega
clearly from this statement our Lord says
I am the first and I am the last
besides Me there is no God
Picking up the stones under blasphemy laws
being a man trying to make yourself a god low key
speaks for itself the worth you attach to life
For what works do you label someone
is it for the value or beliefs held inside
for every attack is on Love by hate
and our King holds the keys of Hades and of Death
SEVEN - STAR
Stars! Stars! Stars!
Billions of stars in millions of Galaxies.
to descry.
We live in starry world
revealing itself at night
by mirth
and hiding under daylight:
The light emitted by the STAR SUN
closest to Earth.
So many Constellations of stars at night sky
as viewed from Earth.
Amazing, wonderful Cosmic Exhibition!
Ursha Constellation of ‘Seven Stars’ to allure
me
with brightest pole Star – Polaris or Cynosure.
Me being a part of Starry Empire
got inspired by whelming word ‘STAR’,
I chose three syllables ‘Seven-Star’
to attach to my good name on attraction of fame.
Come to me: All are welcome.
Please have breakfast, sumptuous-delicious.
Appreciate and admire brunch or lunch!
Or dine fine on your choice to rejoice.
Enjoy Jazz Concert with jubilant Rock star.
I am inviting you all!
Me, the 'Cynosure Regency Seven-Star.'
11/10/20
Third Place
'There is a star with my name on it ' Contest by Silent One
Ain't it strange...
That I attach to you...like a troublesome sore
Do you find it odd...
That I truly love you to the core
But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or leave me to rot...
But it ain't no surprise that we all aren't normal and we all are peculiar in our own bizarre ways
Sorry to burst your bubble, but haha, yeah...I've been causing mischief and what not
You untied me from my utter demise...
And you drowned away my thoughts that spread lies
In my head...making it spin madly
Like a Mary-go-round...
But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or leave me to spoil and rot....
Don't be afraid, baby
It's only in your mind...
Anxiety is brewing in your blood
And I can't seem to hold on to the rope of hope
But it ain't no surprise that we all aren't normal and we all are peculiar in our own bizarre ways
Sorry to burst your bubble, but haha, yeah...I've been causing trouble and what not
Time is ticking like a bomb about to blow up into smoke and flame
It alarms to say this, but how DARE you waste my valuable time
Time is ringing like a church bell chime...it's your time to say goodbye and it's my time to forget your name
It's alarming to hear broken records of memory replay in my head...it's almost crime
Thinking of you is wonderful and sublime
But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or untie me from this tight knot
You made the decision to untie me from my utter demise...
And you drowned away my thoughts that spread lies
In my head...making it spin madly
Like a Mary-go-round...