Best Decoyed Poems
With no mindless questions to ask
Swathed in blissful moonlight, we bask
The vast void is where we belong
Facade of form, a cloak, a mask
Vibrant presence sings a love song
Childlike heart taking all along
Ambling along gently with ease
Cognisant of our heart’s love gong
As erst patterns of old unfreeze
From this dream life, soul gets release
No longer by thought forms decoyed
Love wafts joyously like the breeze
Toroidal heart and bliss bubbles bursting
in thousands noiselessly at head ovoid,
ushers rapture for which we were thirsting,
being by ego no longer decoyed.
As a sublime fragrance suffuses form,
we are both in this world and in heaven,
enveloped by a magnetic bliss storm,
soma nectar drips through chakras seven.
When jarring life notes deflect attention,
bliss remains but its attributes dilute,
prompting us to restore meditation,
that our soul presence within may reboot.
Deepen oh hermit, deepen each bliss strobe ~
Layer by layer, ignorance disrobe
07-November-2022
We dare to leap into the void,
where we’re not by desires decoyed.
It’s a silence, vibrant and deep;
into the void, we dare to leap.
Dance cheek to cheek, with boundless space,
imbibing gently divine grace.
This is not the time to be weak;
with boundless space, dance cheek to cheek.
To receive grace, heart must be pure.
For all ills, love’s the only cure,
Let quick release follow embrace.
Heart must be pure, to receive grace.
We’re living light, we’re who we seek,
so if we stop energy leak,
well imbibe boundless bliss delight;
we’re who we seek, we’re living light!
the bubble of ignorance dissolves
noiselessly in the void
for a moment we are free but then it reforms
we are once again by thoughts decoyed
we notice this see-saw oscillation
yet do nothing since no one is here
poised in a stillness continuum
we are free from seeking and free from fear
Dear Mom:
It was hard to understand,
The love you had for me.
So I took the hand,
Of a boy.
Trusting in him,
Only to be decoyed.
So I took the hand,
Of a man.
Who taught me to trust,
Again.
Freeing me to adjust,
Without directive demand.
Although his love,
So tender.
My heart would not,
Fully surrender.
So I took the hand,
Of our savior.
He showed me the light,
A reason to fight.
He opened my eyes,
Not to believe the devils lies
So I stood up tall
Never again will I fall
Your love had always been,
With appreciation,
That was not dim.
Only hidden.
So I'll take your hand,
One day.
In heavens sand
I will say
I love you mother
Always and forever
Happy Mothers day!
To my loving mother who suffered with Lupus and alcoholism.
I never truly understood the love you had for me before I found Christ and had my baby girl!
No matter how it may appear some times there is no greater love than a mothers love for her children (besides our savior.)
Rest in peace mommy dearest!
September,1962- February, 2012
CRAZY!
Shackled to my self proclaimed cage
Locked down by my own rage
Tears drip-drop-in’ from my soul
The pain from reality keeping me on my toes
Egg shells clutter my escape
Closet filled with skeletons of my filthy escapades
Screams of torture exploding inside my head
Violins screeching, harmonizing with my fanatical flow
Misery, darkness and pain
Total sorrow
Invisible life
Indescribable me
Death by fire
It’s not easy being me
Deprivation of love
Decoyed of hugs
Smiles and illusion
Life…an institution
Crazy!
Two Faced Mirrors
Suffer the pain enter-personality life stain,
bonded iron cuffed link chain,
painfully you sit to forever remain...
Smell the fear fundamentally not here,
incurable psychosis way to severe,
haunted house of two faced mirrors...
Visualized paranoid all plans decoyed,
only within this fantasy you're employed,
time to fill the void before your reflections destroyed...
bmdavey@
02/10/16
The ministers wife was annoyed,
When he a young miss had decoyed.
"But," said the preacher,
"I'm trying to teach her
The practices she must avoid!"
Written by my wife Vera Selena Hinshaw
© All Rights Reserved
Redicule of a Loose Tool
Determined that if not enjoyed, it would be destroyed
And with another thought and idea became annoyed
When around with many things my mind has toyed
Invariably viewed will have eventually filled every void.
All the perplexed people's personalities became paranoid
While desperate doctor tried to remove tonsil and adenoid
And when blinded by ducks who were now nicely decoyed
In a magazine story that was then turned into a tabloid.
Okay already, so you were such an anxious android
Analyzed from every angle and became apparently analogoid
With something everlasting looking like a horrible hemorrhoid
Guess what? It erupted and everything around it exploded.
James Thomas Horn
Subject to much radical redicule
For possibly having a loose tool.
Should I write a piece that would liberates minds, stop warfare, or inspire
Should we ever share common desire to change the world’s attire
May that piece persuade us to love one another
Rather their race be Black, White, Latino, or other
May that piece bring a cease to political corruption
Stopping varied destruction of all kinds and any other obstruction
May the words wash hands of the wicked souls
Fill the poor’s appetite and lend hands to ambitious goals
Should the 9th line state in order rebuild we must destroy
Overlook irrelevant decoyed and may new thought be employed
Should the 11th make you reflect and think destroying is what we’ve embraced
should I write a piece to change the world and make us rebuild this place
……coming soon
(I will change/save the world. Not really sure how yet but I will. James Faulkner will
change/save the world.)
I am a Victim,
Lured by mascara, and by a pretext piety
Induced through lust by immoral vermin
I am a Victim
Blindfold through cunnings to fest on a plowed field,
“Whore scammed”, trapped in a net by the conspiracy of a blemished womanhood
I am a Victim,
Decoyed through the bait of an illusion to nurse the wound of another.
Oh! The Desdemona from whose path I avoided avowal
I am a victim,
Of marriage in Freetown, the offer of credit in dowry.
And the sharer chokes hastily by licentious and libidinous overwhelm.
I am a Victim,
Of a venomous revenge of a late marriage,
The brunt, the consequence of many abandoned lovers lurking still to watch my shame.
I am a victim,
Hauled from far off climes to be used, dumped after use
Suspended in the gale to fulfil an ambition.
I am a victim,
Of a clandestine unanimity of an unbroken vow,
Lust feigned for friendship dictates and plotted through covert text, my fall their aim
I am a victim
Of the conspiracy of “Exes” plotted by the bed lure,
Of hasty overturn to conceal the fraud by a blinded jury
I am a victim,
Defrauded, demonized, humiliated and ridiculed.
A bespectacled gargoyle masked the visages in the loss
I am a victim
They couldn't find in this clime, but must take a trip to seek,
and by secret oath through the court, concealed from affinity save one
I am a victim,
Semen sapped by a desperation to escape a stigma of nature,
And a sorrowing reflection of an impostor on my innocent seed
I am a victim
By revenges of many woes, still waited to plow on a stranger’s lap
Whose seed was taken through anger for mere gain,
I am a victim,
Bore the spatter of grim loss to a burying place and have since never ceased
I am a victim
Of this highest ambition in the vanity fair,
Ousted when a sincere investment was well worn by trickery
I am a victim
of their jeer, of a collective calumny of their bed tattling
of the usurping of fatherhood, of their banter and this grim gaunt wearied
I am a victim,
A reflective victim of conscience.
Of a story not fully told
The Preacher's Confession
The minister's wife was greatly annoyed,
When he, an innocent lass had decoyed.
"But" explained the sly preacher,
"I'm just trying to teach her
The vile practices she's gotta avoid!"
Entry for Jan Allison's "Limerick Contest"
(26 Apr 2017)
Dipping in and out of spectrum of light,
which vibration should we prioritise,
given all heart seeks is heightened delight,
whilst mind is prone to weigh, measure and size?
Befriending silence, dwelling in the void,
sans thought flow, ego cravings too recede
and no longer by illusions decoyed,
light of Self manifests, taking the lead.
Divine entwined, now aligned with God’s mind,
benign bliss burns reshape our body urn
transforming us to be loving and kind,
reclaiming soul’s light as we slowly learn.
Life as impulsed will play out in space-time
but we’re enraptured by love’s sublime chime.
anointing soul with heart’s intent
to enjoy absolute freedom
we granted love and light consent
to take us straight to God’s kingdom
along a vibrational shift
we set sail in the vibrant void
each emote choosing to uplift
mindful that we be not decoyed
here now within mind-body urn
we became the earth and the sky
embracing love’s benign bliss burn
flames in which we saw ego die
doing nothing thus in repose
we watched our soul metamorphose
Oblivious to love’s heat,
mind was unable to tweet
scents that pervaded the air,
seeking a lifelong affair.
Save in silence, we are bound
to dark desires that confound
but if we’re still, voids soon fill,
making swift ascent uphill.
Knowing we’ll return to dust,
to what avail’s savage lust,
denying us love’s embrace
and benedictions of grace?
May each breath be intimate,
wherein polarities mate,
that as bliss rapture heightens,
our soul’s auric field brightens.
Aligned with the cosmic hum,
we’ll feel God’s magnetism strum
thirty three notes on our spine,
making us on earth divine.
Being by thought forms decoyed,
bigots notice not the void,
falling to ego stalking,
they’re like a dead man walking.