Best Erst Poems
A soul is divine it is said,
by spiritualists, well read,
but what soul is, most have not seen,
who are by scriptures blindly led.
Detached hermits, whose needs are lean,
in staid stillness have felt soul’s sheen,
which we too can know, if we choose,
erst fears and desires, from heart wean.
With agape love as our heart’s muse,
following truth without excuse,
we then see soul, as light of God,
whence mind games no longer amuse.
Made in God’s image, soul’s a pod,
blooming when we give love our nod,
shining within, as living light;
revelation that leaves us awed.
Bliss drenched soul pulsates with delight,
humming gently by day and night,
as God’s essence, alive, aglow,
known when awakens inner sight.
Thus truth of soul, if we would know,
we must make first, our thought flow slow,
whereupon we see soul’s divine;
whence God guides us and we follow.
When single pointed is our attention
Observing flow of divine magnetism
In timeless time, bliss currents gain traction
As soma flows within mind-body prism
Childlike pure heart and receptive spirit
Celebrates dance of dynamic stillness
Our heart’s burning yearning, resolve and grit
Entwines consciousness with the That oneness
When head and heart meld, inner conflict ends
Erst ego spawned fears and desires are shorn
Vaporised presence, to will of God bends
The false falls away, we become twice born
This beauteous journey without movement
Reveals soul, blissful and luminescent
27-March-2022
Mindfulness shows us the way,
self-aware through night and day.
Ego urges deflect thought,
thus its best, to be self-taught.
Exiting game of shadows,
we graze in heaven’s meadows.
Erst fears and desires renounced,
lower mind is here now trounced.
Knowing love alone real,
fickle cravings lose appeal.
That that does not come and go,
recognised in stillness slow.
Oh hermit, God in-dwells form,
felt as bliss magnetism warm.
Once cravings of ego shorn,
we as twice born, yet live on.
20-March-2022
Celebrating innate aliveness
Uninhibitedly, as breath flows
Blissful rapture grips our soul
Vibrant innocence yet seeks
The three fold flame of Christ
Aglow in the cave of our heart
~ as God’s grace so in-pours
Consumed by soul’s yearning
Love in love with love blooms
Enlivened by the blissful elixir
Magnetic heat pervades form
Cleansing erst ego borne sin
Transmuting us as living light
~ as God’s grace so in-pours
To attain unity consciousness
Beyond opposites, singularity
The pulse of life renews vitality
Orbiting the voids in our heart
In timeless time, we disappear
Becoming the bliss flame itself
~ as God’s grace so in-pours
19-May-2022
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
I write of love because I am
of love, of love erst and pure.
Of passion and desire a heart
for hire, beyoned the sands of
time. There are no nights or
days, no minutes or hours to
count, only infinity for hearts
to idle. In these arms a place
of rest for you to ever lie, let
my soul join your aura and
sleep a starry sky. Where
whispers are shared and the
dream is walked, sated in the
knowledge that there are no
tomorrow's only forever.
And in that forever will be
that well remembered kiss.
Ahh! Poets dreams
Form:
Benign Bliss Burn
A gentle mist of divine origin
osmotically pierces body-mind,
rapturous caress, each nuance virgin,
releasing erst fears and desires that bind.
We invite grace invoking magnetism,
innate, aglow and pulsating within;
rainbow in full view, in our body prism,
throbbing with bliss and playing on our skin.
As living light, crystallised within form,
soul's attributes burst forth in full glory,
manifesting thus, a benign bliss storm,
scripting our earth life's beautiful story.
The flame of love ignites mind-body urn ~
As bliss engulfs us, we willingly burn
16-October-2022
If we sacrifice, that what we possess,
allusion being to ego we know,
this gambit pays off, for as we undress
and conditioned beliefs slowly let go,
released from erst fears, we begin to flow.
Thought fetters that bound and twirled us around,
viewed with nonchalance, no longer astound,
since having vaporised and merged with space,
we are from head to toe, in bliss mists drowned,
imbibing breath by breath, God’s sublime grace.
Grace in-pours, if in God we trust
The welcome mat is laid
Erst ego cravings bite the dust
Ascension ready made
As bliss pulsations race
We see God face to face
In endearing embrace
Open doors
Grace in-pours
27-August-2021
Quietus
So no more shall his traitors hate;
For death's veils have made it late
To slight any soul time has called
To dine and wine in the city of gold.
And his tombstone does eerily stand
Above the grass on the watered land;
Where passers-by might donate a tear
To lament the passing of a jewel dear.
And wayfaring aliens of kindlier blood
May cast a tearful eye above the mud,
To read that fading nineteen-thirty-nine;
His twain names inked in italicized line.
And perhaps see therebelow two-zero-zero-nine,
Saddest hour the grape was thieved from the vine;
And maybe briefly stand still and belatedly mourn,
And sadly concede all must die that erst was born.
His only friends - merry butterflies during the day,
And the crickets who with mournful chirping pray;
Shall some keen vigil keep over his placid bones,
Throughout his rest beneath those tireless stones.
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2021.
3/23/17
Skilled like James T. Kirk
Fred Durst
And William Randolph Hearst
Putting in work
And occasionally going berserk
In and out of dirt
For all that it's worth
Respect the universe
And Earth
Regardless of if times keep getting worse
Is there such a thing as a curse?
Or does it need more evidence and research?
Debts becoming hard to reverse
And certain bills due on the first
Met a nurse
Wearing a Louis Vuitton purse
And Converse
She began to flirt
Told me she liked Lil Durk
Hot Boy Turk
And Lil Uzi Vert
So we had some home cooked surf n' turf
Then girl said she had something special for dessert
What happened next was that she took off her shirt and skirt
With a smirk
Next day saw someone continuing to lurk
It was a red alert
Due to them trying to usurp
All of my hard work
No matter the hurt
Still things are being learnt
So long as I immerse
Instead of remaining inert
Not a fan of percs
But I do like purp
All across the Earth
Got to search for work offering even better perks
Near and far from any birch
Cooked Jamaican Jerk
Chicken, and due to a faulty timer, it was almost burnt
B.S. leaving me irked
Close and beyond areas where materials may be dearth
Worldwide, people with responsibilities that they shirk
Since erst
Guns single shot, semi to fully automatic, or with some kind of burst
Regardless of if I ever again go to church
In the end will I be forgiven for all my dirt?
By: Dalton Ogletree
To feel variety, our heart flutters,
setting up the cause, which has an effect,
transformed as thought forms but who would suspect
that misaligned from source, our mind stutters.
Playful intent of soul, thus deflected,
hijacked by ego, we claim as our own,
soon becomes our destiny, we bemoan,
unless love inks thoughts, till they’re perfected.
Given this preamble, we can now see,
that once our erst fears and desires are shorn,
we dance to the rhythm of God’s supreme will,
signalling that with His laws we agree,
our false self dies and we’re here now reborn,
drenched in bliss mists, simply by being still.
03-April-2023
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I Died Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
HMS, Rhymezone
On Christmas day, shines the star of Bethlehem!
Search not for this lustre in the sky,
For within our core, glows God’s gem,
Revealed when narrow ego cravings we decry,
Kissing erst fears and desires a final goodbye.
Recall the three wise men, who brought gifts;
Frankincense, myrrh and gold,
Foretelling how Jesus uplifts,
The pure of heart, who His love and light behold,
As tales of miracles and resurrection are retold.
Forged in flesh and blood, Jesus walked among us;
He was and is, the son of God.
Like Him, let’s board the love bus,
Mindfully gentling our touch and giving love a nod,
Tiptoeing prayerfully into our glowing heart unshod.
Let Christmas day then be the inspiration to begin,
Melding head with our heart,
By cessation, erasing erst sin,
In thought rested silence, by adding love to cart.
Christ consciousness dawns, no sooner we start!
02-December-2022
A Christmas Special Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Upon choosing to surrender,
we feel within, soundless thunder;
Holy Spirit moistens dry beaks,
as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks!
Cleansed of erst feral residue,
love glistens like the morning dew;
there then are no energy leaks,
as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks!
Shedding lust, we’re a child again,
measuring neither loss nor gain;
voice of conscience to us then speaks,
as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks!
Letting innocence have its way,
in joy presence begins to sway,
we behold then soul’s blushing cheeks,
as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks!
Entwined with the vast universe,
heart sings a melodious verse;
desires exhumed, no one here seeks
as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks!
There is this strange feeling of emptiness
Dark night of the soul, when all seems in vain
Flickering yet, is light of awareness
We recognise underlying oneness
Yet assimilation is not ingrained
There is this strange feeling of emptiness
What avail intermittent blissfulness
Our blackened soul still carries ugly stains
Flickering yet, is light of awareness
Fearful contractions interrupt stillness
Meaningless seem erst gains, now boon is bane
There is this strange feeling of emptiness
Attention anchored in stuporousness
How may we free ourself from ego chains
Flickering yet, is light of awareness
How long must we remain, in deep darkness
We can bear not, God separation pain
There is this strange feeling of emptiness
Flickering yet, is light of awareness
08-July-2021