Best Externals Poems
Once again the silvery moon has pilfered the golden sun
Total eclipse is upon me, time has elapsed suspending orange
Twilight’s begun on the orb’s descending softer glow
Veiled in twilight…
Placid and limitless, I’ve glimpsed into the frontier in tranquil rapture
Moon aligns sans sun’s bright face
Jolted by twilight…
I coast along a sea of stars juddered wildly
Waves spanning the sky avec abandon
Embraced by star-strewn externals
I leave behind a familiar harbor
Anchored are my temporal remnants down in the terrestrial realm
My spirit soaring, a mirthful lodger I be,
swimming in twilight’s radiance
Its celestial smile shall be the death of me...
embracing star-strewn
crowned external forevers~
we soar the tides dance
Categories:
externals, desire, how i feel,
Form:
Haibun
"Short Night of the Dark Christmas"
short night of the dark Christmas
means home alone, for some,
but heck get real,
no one
is truly alone, never,
even when reality conspires
to suggest
otherwise,
close your eyes
open your mind
one sits with the other
invisible
permanent, immovable
the mind mulled again
the externals fixated
titter on
your mind is closed
to their superfluous noise
yet in touch, aware
of higher things
not alone,
no never
alone
inside
one has to always,
give -
happy birthday
dark Christmas
shining star,
removed.
aware
of higher things
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
24.12.23
at Christmas, 2023
“One day, you are going to hug your last hug,
kiss your last kiss and hear someone’s voice
for the last time.
But you never know when the last time will be,
so live every day as if it were the last time
you will be with the person you love.”
“This Christmas,
we don’t need more stuff.
We need more LOVE
towards one another.”
Categories:
externals, christmas, muse,
Form:
Narrative
We are all improbable in our own way,
and who can augur the future?
I never could have laid out my course in advance,
though in looking back it all makes sense,
even if it was me flipping a coin (or if somebody flipped it for me).
Hindsight smooths the probabilistic waves,
and here I sit, having cast the coin,
having had the coin in pocket,
having gotten change at an early age,
the cashier having had a drawerful of metal,
the mint having stamped to its heart's content,
the metallurgists having had their smiles,
the miners having ground fault wiles,
the cosmos having performed admirably, elementally.
Here I sit, tonight's chautauqua taking place in a goblet of garnet, yea - a very phrontistery of fuchsia. Far be it from me to understate the euphonious manner in which the cork leapt from the bottle, the Olympian olfactory embrace, the bathykolpian brand of this elixir. The wind outside the window - what is it telling me? Am I entangled, unawares, in my ebullience, a ptarmic influence in the decoction escaping my notice? Am I blind to the greater reality, my words falling like amaurotic husks to the ground? Or, that given ground, does it emit the mephitic essence? Is this the supernatural revenge of some aspect of the wine's terroir, rendering the drinker typhlotic to the usufruct of this very forum, to an iatrogenic principle at work? Are we held at bay by external sternutatory Influence, all our self-reliant suppositions trumped by errhine externals?
Here I sit, wondering if 'tis no more than the contest of the Ego, Superego, and Id, grinding against one another in tribologic sculpting. Or is a spiteful, chthonian influence at work, stemming from that same terroir? Can the wine be blamed? Can we cry out, apotropaically, to rescue ourselves? Are conscious forces arrayed against us, or are we our own worst enemy? Is there a soil/soul for a wine? And is it only a fancy of Fortuna that I sit here tonight, deterministic tendrils floating around me in a manner that threaten my assumptions? Am I free of myself, or is there no such thing as such freedom? In the end, do all things come to one? Obfuscatory clarity - yes, I know, and peace won't sleep in the transparent bottom of my glass.
Categories:
externals, addiction, drink, earth, wine,
Form:
Prose
There's a perturbation beneath the surface
An impulsive dilemma of wants and needs
It's a cognitive battle
Should I refrain, or should I feed?
The desires are instinctive
The hardwired cravings are insatiable inside
Change is like trying to outrun our own shadow
Or like separating the self, from the I
It's not life that's bothering us
It an internal narrative that consumes and controls
We must learn to observe the dialogue
It provides personal awareness, it makes us whole
When we learn to let go of the externals
We gain control of our life
We learn to live in the present moment
We take past wrongs, and make them right
In the end - life is what we make it
Perception creates our unique reality
We’re all part of something bigger
Take a breath - now let it be
Categories:
externals, beautiful, celebration, courage, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Hoping to acquire daily integrity
she shopped for appropriate night time analogies
Conscious through correlational ecological relationships
he was found rooting through ancient creation theology
She felt Goddess light
through changing internal enrichment
in dialectal process development
becoming analogous spirited Beauty.
He knew God
as exterior natural,
yet interior spiritual,
unchanging universal Being
theology of TrueLight.
Mindful of diverse
yet universal Goddess bling
She curiously gathered harmonic spirits Bright
Conscious of externals
decomposing dark loss through fight
He courageously shattered polypathic night
Seeking inductive mysteriously changing climates,
internal with external,
Yet settling for deductive history of weather decomposition.
God creates weather
If we don't like thunderous patriarchal theology
we might wait ten minutes.
She will climate heal more,
heel less.
Secular disenchantment
greets Sacred matriarchal decomposition,
ecological deduction and disassociating reduction
newly graces theological green induction
and even wonder's emerging red cameo appearance--
enchanting mysterious aqua-marine seduction
Resilience restoring regeneration
decomposing happier climates
resonant with new theological weather seasons
Redemption's ultra-violet reasons
whether Being ecologically healthy Here
or Becoming theological wealthy wisdom Now.
Focused creation
on far too many changing climate chains,
restoring robust octaves of renovation
Theology's god and goddess Creators:
Ecology's goodness
through healthier cooperative multiculturing climates.
Categories:
externals, creation, god, health, humor,
Form:
Political Verse
They said I'm a chip off the old block, but I'd never budge an inch
For it is of nature to bear the semblance of the one from whom you proceed
For it is blood to blood, nothing escaping
For that's nature's will
All we can do is to chop off the externals that does not augur well with the times we are
And that's if that semblance is an Ogre to modernity
~ semblance
Categories:
externals, allusion, birth, daughter, fruit,
Form:
Free verse
lub dub, lub dub echoes of the heart
just one sound that will tear it apart
its reins will tighten and choke the air sacks
fuselage lines squeezed from the fortress of plaques
the alarm is out to all cells standing in harm’s way
its possible they may not make another day
it could be sudden like a viperous bite
that could send the body into a shocking flight
tunnels are barricaded, tissues starving for blood
chemical stations are straining to get thru the mud
the flashing alarm has tripped, all responders are rushing
anti coagulators gown up to intercede and begin crushing
sirens in the rescue bunker, corpuscles set out to quell
can they get there quickly or will life end up in the well
detour routes are now flagged to allow an alternate flow
when safety is signaled all lanes will open and be set to go.
all commuter service has been put on red alert
predators do not interfere, let the squads tend to the hurt
second alarm sounded as there are many causalities
the impact is enormous, there may be reduced mentalities
life lines installed to improve the balance of nutriments
also to flush out the exorbitant level of ill condiments
recovery is expected although time is of the essence
mortality levels can rise post arterial strikes, during convalescence.
all teams called to aid in the tragic head on collision
will undergo precautionary measures for structural revision
efforts were made with fortunate outcome without a fatality
all inhabitants within the vascular circuit now have stable vitality.
this highway thru hell episode will be published in medical journals
to exemplify what occurs to inbound route and to those externals
echoes of the heart rely upon safety of all users of the track
drivers will have annual inspections for hazardous cargo like plaque.
this has been an inside look at actual effects of a heart attack.
and cast have been commentated for their heroic tributes.
the events has been edited for visualization but are true to life
Categories:
externals, health, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Non-Dual Iphoneography
Appreciation of this art
comes from appreciation
of Non-dual Reality
in which we are all immersed..
This ubiquitous camera
comes as attachment to our
ubiquitous mobile phones..
It is the dream of photographers
with fondest wish to be
ready when the subject arrives..
The burdensome externals
lenses and filters and light
are subsumed in the
readiness of the iPhone's
availability Now..
Now is not a moment
but what I am
colored by this
photo opportunity...!
Categories:
externals, art, inspiration, technology,
Form:
Blank verse
HEADY MINDS
Our minds project and name:
this realization is rumbling
underneath our shadows and struggle..
Is it not amazing
that externals are projections
awaiting..but not long.. for their names
eagerly provided by heady minds..
This realization reverses
our notions..those heady beliefs
of separation as wisely undeniable..
Although the rumbling often seems
fleeting and faint
not reportable in shadowy newsdays
real Happiness is found seeping in...
Categories:
externals, emotions, inspirational, obituary,
Form:
Blank verse
Dissecting this heart from externals seeping surge; unknowing infiltrations
Betwixt a distant and different shade in time; an enemy's blinding dagger....
Grasped by my very own hands; a reply, to accept this tango; mesmerized
While as the darkness slowly descended unto, an irony's breakage of armor!?
Spellbound to be muted; pulling these thorns from purpose; poisoned stems
Dripping disfigured hues of cardinal colours falling; perplexing's, neon lights
Bewitching's smoke-filled vase; hollow embedding itself; amid bleeding fangs
Infiltrations dissecting dagger; fallen not banished; seeping surging hearts....
*******************************************************************
...."A Rift In Time" ~
Categories:
externals, angel, art, autumn, love,
Form:
I know well of a cat's ear, eye, nose, teeth, coat, paws and claws,
Do I know, what's behind its look and mysterious pause?
I know a dog's acute sense of smell; muscles and fingers,
Do I know what's going-on when he quietly lingers?
I see my neighbor-child stand exuberantly leaping,
I stand in awe, when, within seconds, I see him weeping...!
Fair or black or tanned skins - with smiles show human externals,
Soft or hard or kind or cruel - who, knows, their internals?
Streams and lakes seem silent and gentle, surface still and calm,
Within, hurling currents and whirlpools, don't they, sometimes, harm...?
Seas and oceans have treasures abundant; who, knows, how much?
Midst greed to collect these, who has dared their bottom to touch...?
Stars are matters of joy; we count them; do we know the whole?
Puzzles of constellations and galaxies touch each one's soul...!
Is rhythm of universe and cosmos, fully explored?
In their elegant contours what a mystical concord...?
Faith and theologies talk of God, who is he or she?
Hill or vale or human form - how he or she looks to be...?
Death I know; grave and coffin too; there from where will I go?
Does sun glow there? Breeze blows? Snow falls? Rains with squall? What I know...???
18 August 2022
This or That, Vol 13 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
externals, death, life, mystery, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Know thyself
Confusing – maybe?
The reality - we are all we’ll ever have
Personal awareness is of utmost importance - indeed
Evolutionary dialectical battle
Vociferous the subconscious mind
Perpetual synaptic reactions
Unexamined – troubled - unkind
Awareness precedes Transformation
Transformation – Holy Grail - life’s key
Rise above the ancient biological chatter
Peace of mind – pure ecstasy
Discard the externals
Internals – it’s all we can change
Situations will certainly challenge
Challenge self by knowing – knowing self minimizes the pain
Nothing in life really changes
Therefore we are challenged each day
Knowing thyself is imperative
Awareness of self enlightens our way
Categories:
externals, appreciation, emotions, inspirational, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Uncomfortable with our dialogue
Discombobulated by what you see
It appears the narrative of your childhood
Is challenged by a different philosophy
I speak of eudaimonia
Euthymia - energetic tranquility
To live life in the moment
To love your fate - life will be what it will be
I believe we must develop courage
Take ownership for all our deeds
Let go of all externals
Our actions will show what we believe
Perhaps Hell is what we create?
When our actions contradict the things we say
Our emotions become irreconcilable
We scapegoat our issues, and pray
I believe liberation occurs by acknowledging
God's beauty exist in the grandness of the unknown
Our salvation lies in acceptance
Peace occurs - when we let our certitudes go
The truth lies in the uncomfortable
It's just beyond the horizon of what we see
Truth is not having all the answers
The Truth - we’re all part of humanity
So if there's discomfort in the dialogue
If you're thrown off by what you believe
That means we’re making progress
This world is bigger than you and
Categories:
externals, angst, anxiety, beauty, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
In life's unfolding, through this transient phase,
I witness kin and friends succumb to age's haze.
The pain and agony of their loss, echo in our hearts,
Time may heal, but leaves indelible, mental charts.
Existence's truth, beyond forms that fade,
Resides eternal, where souls find peace displayed.
Thoughts and beliefs, like shadows, fleet on meadows,
Inconstant companions in life's fleeting shows.
Of cosmic flows, our understanding's small,
Yet an inner child within, resiliently stands tall.
Through ebb and flow, in life's uncertain play,
The inner child's laughter persists, a guiding ray.
Unbound by temporal, nor transient glow,
In the eternal realm, its gifts continue to bestow.
Within the stillness, where silence gently hums,
A core untouched by the world's beating drums.
Not in externals, but in the soul's own clay,
The essence of our being finds its sway.
Categories:
externals, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
She tried to push her emotions down
Consuming externals seemed to help ease her pain
She cried herself to sleep most nights
Convinced, nothing in her life would ever change
The emotions, she had left them unattended
They just grew larger overtime
Being a victim, she effortlessly blamed others
In an attempt to cleanse her troubled mind
She worked hard to distract herself
Yet there was something beneath the surface, driving her pain
That's the irony of avoidance
Avoidance ensures the pain remains
She frantically push the thoughts down into the darkness
Unaware, the mind is not blind
Suppression leads to perturbation
Morning, noon, and night
Only time can provide a space
For honest reflection of the suppressed words
It allows for an opportunity to take responsibility
And utilize the sincere advice you fought, and never heard
Finally, she had met the true enemy
It was the voices she tried to deny
She realized, no matter who you try to blame
You have to start with the voice inside
Recovery can be a long hard road
Victimization can appear to be our destiny
But the moment we acknowledge, not suppress, the voice inside
Taking ownership sets us free
“We have met the enemy and he is us” Pogo
Categories:
externals, anger, anxiety, beautiful, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme