Best Fold Poems
The center of energy resides in my heart
Wherein the seed of divinity shant ever depart
There joy's root anchors firmly, yet lightly
In my I AM presence it shines ever brightly
The Trinity is embodied in three glorious plumes
Blue, yellow, and pink; It's grand sacred rooms
Of Power and Wisdom and Eternal Love
Father, Son, Holy Spirit; on earth and above
The Threefold Flame I humbly seek
To arrive at last to the spiritual peak
With elation I fulfill my reason to be
The Liberty Flame! My soul's eyes can now see
At long last I've completed my life's fated course
As my soul splendidly weds the One Supreme Source
The
three-fold
flame of Christ
must be embraced
first with love we give
to all the world. This is
how God wants for us to live.
Once we let go of childish ways
like petty jealousies, pride and greed,
love can then grow to light our earth-life days.
With love comes also something we all need:
wisdom to know best how to proceed
along our pathways, and with this
something else then comes along
to bring more peace and bliss:
The power to glow
as we grow with
the three-fold
flame of
Christ.
June 17, 2022
for Unseeking Seeker's The Three-Fold Flame of Christ
Time folds
Unfolds
Then beholds
plain wooden cross
atop
tired
ethereal chapel
unkempt
courtyard
crushed dreams
of detached young
10/7/2020
Writing Challenge - Septolet Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Some cats have paisleys, some have plaids.
Some wear neon’s, some wear angel wings.
I am Sun God Cat of Polka Dot Blind Fold.
I wear polka dots in all colors, and they sing.
You can call me Sun God Cat for Short if you want.
I am not prissy or anything, because I am not that kind of cat.
Yes, I am a female, and I am usually out for the hunt.
I do not wear clothes, feathers, or any kind of silly hat.
We can do breakfast at the café if you buy me cat nip shots.
But I refuse to meet you ever between ten and two.
Because that is when I lie in my tanning bed to freshen my dots.
And I am not willing to fade my fur for the likes of you.
Don’t take it personally, my friend, I am not trying to be mean
But I like my dots fresh and rainbow like, if I am going to be seen.
In the soft glow of a December moon,
Beneath the banyan tree where silence blooms,
The Buddha sat,
Eyes closed, heart open,
Listening to the whisper of winter's breath.
A star pierced the dark velvet sky,
Its light falling like snowflakes upon the earth.
It spoke not of kingdoms or thrones,
But of a manger’s quiet humility,
Of a child swaddled in simplicity,
Love cradling him like a prayer.
"Peace," murmured the Buddha,
Fingers brushing the earth,
A witness to the stillness within,
The eternal birth of compassion.
Candles flickered in distant windows,
Echoing the Eightfold Path,
Their flames a reminder
Of the suffering they melted away.
The carolers sang of angels,
Voices rising in perfect harmony,
Not unlike the chant of monks
Seeking refuge in their sangha,
Both finding the sacred in the collective.
“What is this day but a moment?”
Buddha pondered,
A single thread in samsara’s weave,
Yet a chance to pause, to breathe,
To drape the world in love's quiet cloth.
So Christmas met the lotus,
Silent joy kissed eternal peace,
And in that union,
The world grew still,
For a breath,
For a lifetime.
Here, wisdom bowed to grace,
And grace to wisdom.
Pages are falling,
Words are floating down, away;
Blood is dripping from my soul;
Cannot take the pain,
Of unkind words and sharp swords;
The petals of my rose fold.
Inside, I will dwell,
Safe from all reality;
Where I will not feel the stabs;
I will dip my pen,
And write poetry in blood;
Oh, so broken is this heart.
_______________________
January 8, 2016
Sedoka/I Will Fold My Petals Now
Copyright Protected, ID 742429
Late Summer Contest
Brian Strand
Third Place
The three fold flame of Christ
The three fold flame of Christ ~
love, wisdom and power,
is veiled by our ego,
heart enmeshed by desire,
unable to let go.
The three fold flame of Christ ~
we are at the first rung,
not yet love enabled,
our pursuits self-serving,
with narrow views tabled.
The three fold flame of Christ ~
affirms we’re living light,
on earth for a sojourn
but due to fall from grace,
consumed by lust, we burn.
The three fold flame of Christ ~
ushers tidings of joy,
for Heaven is within,
transmuting our presence,
cleansing our soul from sin.
~ if we so choose to be ~
20-May-2022
I've come to accept
I'll never do laundry
without losing a sock
I'll never know how
to fold a fitted sheet
or...
...even the face in the mirror
I just don't know why
after having never done so
no more than once or twice
I still believe I can fly
I want to be
one of those pretty birds
who
effortlessly sings
spreads its wings
and pierces the sky
but why try I think sometimes
I might be
I 'm just another broken butterfly
after all
I'm always the white knight
trying to love one
like Jesus
I'm good with things on the ground
like beer, whiskey, and pool
drugs, thugs
what walks the street
the darkness
doesn't consume me
it's just comfortable
but
not
my best happy
what?
do I have to die to fly?
you know how I try
sending words to the sky
believing they'll lift me
well
laugh out loud
I'm just another one
in the
deluded crowd
or
maybe
nobody gets me
yeah
the transformer truck beeps
and backs down the street
it forgets to pick up my garbage
that's okay
it's just another day
I lost a sock
tried to fold a fitted sheet
and
accepted the face in the mirror
Engulfed by the waves of despair
drowning in the memories of what they once shared
fearful of feelings that came to lay claim
words uttered in anger of who is to blame
Like a rabbit caught in a snare
empty souls lay there
trembling waters ripple at the suns caress
like a scorned woman who's soul is laid bare
the silent breeze against her skin
where echoes lie dormant of what could have been.
fold away memories clear your mind
gone is the past leave it behind.
Seduced, I Fold the Known;
Showering the bleeding moments
To allow the Soul to dance
Delighted
Devoured
carefully caressed
to uphold the unfolding Unknown
To notice a moment of such a wonder,
sometimes passed in silence
where ghost-like bodies melt into skin;
footprints are evident to Existence,
shadow-filled heartbeats pound Times into Lifetimes
for a split Forever shared
It's dreamlike and lust filled
when worlds are weaved into a star-like parlor;
Breathing Heaven empty of Angels,
Licking words upon peeling skin,
voicing the resonance of Sound,
[moans and sounding breaths]
unto the dripping Void
I'm Unfolding
between being alive and living;
To Fold the Known
and reach further still
Limitless
It's hard to be hated by the very ones you love so much,
It's hard to be elated when they let you back in,
Knowing it could knock you off your world again,
It could turn again, and burn again
Just don't think I'm that strong... to play along...
I miss the used-to-be, what-we-had, and the remember-when's?
Do you?.... Did you?.... Would you?.... Could you?......
Just don't let your candle burn away.... light another to light the way....
One sheep two sheep three sheep go
Four sheep five sheep go where the others go
Six sheep seven sheep walk into the door
Seven sheep going to where they do not know
Eight sheep nine sheep walk into the door
Ten sheep eleven ’cause the other ten do
Twelve sheep thirteen see stains upon the floor
Fourteen fifteen march to where they have to go
Sixteen, seventeen heads start to roll
Eighteen, nineteen sheep have left the fold
Twenty many more follow as they go
Following stains and sheep heads upon the floor.
(c) Nyonglema
Heart’s Fold
Between the chapters
of before and after---
memorial’s rose
A withered reminder
still holding its scent
caressed in pages
that still remember
love lent
Between the paragraphs
of now and then---
heart’s fold
© Debra Squyres 2015
Rev 14:6-12 NIV
The first angel flies forth with the eternal gospel
To proclaim to every nation, tongue and people;
“Fear God and give Him glory”—
Worship ‘the Creator’ in his territory and title.
A second angel follows claiming,
“Fallen, fallen is Babylon the Great”
Which made all the nations drink the cup;
Her unholy doctrines of church and state.
A third angel follows in the heavens
And shouts in a loud voice:
“If anyone worships the beast and his image,
The cup of God’s wrath” is by choice.
Anyone who receives the mark or name
Will be tormented with burning sulphur;
Christ’s judgments completed;
No more intercession at the Holy Altar.
There’s no rest day or night for the wicked,
Who choose to worship the beast;
Merchants of commerce and plenty;
Absent from heaven’s banquet feast.
Blessed are those who endure for Jesus
And obey God’s love commandments.
Although many may be beheaded,
They’ll rise soon from earth’s internment.
Revelation’s three-fold warning
Is God’s truth of his justice divine.
The seven last plagues of judgment
Fall upon those who, with the beast, align.
God’s judgments for the disobedient,
Who will curse His holy name;
Worship the beast and not their Creator;
Have themselves alone to blame.
Copyright © 2011-2012 Maureen LeFanue