Best Incarnates Poems
Love’s Luculent Light
Beyond the portals of time exist immaculate immortals incarnates of light,
helped by the Angels to seed sempiternal love into our earthly existence.
In Perpetuum within the gardens of bliss where love is benevolently breathed,
upon its creation a vortex of golden light emanating from the veils of eternity.
~~~
Beyond all that is, love travels through light and finally rests upon my face,
as the pores absorb its ecstatic ever essence, my body resonates in ecstasy.
Beyond the realms of reality, my love spreads throughout the infinite voids,
until it gently falls and rests on your flavorous face... thus a new love is born.
Jennifer Lopez - Feel The Light (From The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, Home)
June.28.2018
Eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late
Sponsored by: Silent One
Warring wounded Warriors winded,
as they stand by the blood-stained shore;
Battalions breathily bruised and bended,
as they begin to march on for more…
Evil encounters evolve and enslave,
for their conquering captains do command;
As demons devour and deprave,
decompositional defaults within their demand.
Lachrymal lonely landscapes lament,
as deceptions and illusions take control;
Edacious entombment evokes,
evil incarnates infiltrating the immortal soul…
Weapons of war wager wild,
armored ambient angels lift their golden swords;
Egocentric evil must be exiled,
as we recover and resurrect for history records.
July.10.2020
Warrior Poetry
Sponsored by~ Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
("Honeybee on Apple Blossom", 2020, original pen and ink)
Nourishing Soul
Like a bee to the flower
Holding pollen and nectar
What is it we seek at play in the fields of the Lord
If not nourishment of the soul?
All the basics (food, water, sex and shelter)
Being just that,
The basis for what the soul actually incarnates for;
Knowledge, wisdom, truth, beauty, love and music!
And so the eternal Way
Continually arises as a forking path
Between true and false, good and evil, love and fear
Each step a test of our discernment and resolution.
The soul by nature is just and true
And yet, like a clear mountain spring
Subject to contamination as the influences of this life,
This world, leave a mark; in short the karmic debts we accrue.
And so comes the practical necessity of purifying,
Nipping the inevitable distortion and perversion in the bud,
The stains – pure and impure - that remain,
From each choice and challenge met.
The king of purifiers of course being forgiveness
Based in simple gratitude for the simple fact of simply being
Alive and able to learn, grow and forgive anew
Traveling the open path in confidence with an open mind.
Thus we gain the keys to the High-way, hidden in our pocket all along,
The kingdom, ever-present Here and Now,
To walk alert, head up, eyes and heart wide open - to it all,
Knowing with resolution and discernment we’ll be just fine.
(12/26/25)
Y/our relationship with ecology and economics
incarnates polypathically,
multisystemically therapeutic,
like positive human relationships
and richly fertile sacred dreams
between DNA's biological unfolding and Vitamin D's
absorbing ways.
Our actively cooperating economic design,
political intent,
power assumptions,
love,
light of truth,
beauty,
multisystemic refueling therapy
for ego and ecohealing community,
Appositionally driven
shriveled by exhausting lose-lose practices
feeding shriven anger,
silos of fear and suffering,
haunted by monopolistic
monochromatic
mindless monocultural nightmares
of Black Hole entropic proportion,
socioeconomic pathology
wilting and suffocating purgation
monotheistic punishment
pantheistic imprisonment.
Black hole reverse-eco-normic competition
never ends with enough,
timelessly continues longing for infinity
of heaven at hand.
Ecological cooperation soon builds diversely inclusive sufficiency,
together,
healthy warm kinda wealthy,
but just right,
pricklygoo co-invested
muse amusing culture.
If we don't fly apart first,
we might learn to fly
and swim
and breathe together,
drinking from the same aerobic/autonomic fountain of knowledge,
in bull-bear fueled nutritional flows and ebbing markets
polyculturally optimized self-with-other resilient design.
EcoTherapy practices peaceful Earth development,
proactively nurturing
co-passionate bipartisan
notBully/notBear balanced
therapeutic EarthTribal nutrition.
HOSPITAL
A new energy-incarnates
rips, knocking head first
hoarse cry …
oh dim light knife in the pupil !
oh metallic ice bath on the bloody skin !
oh great fall into void ! ...
night - endless night -
roof-quasar fleeing fast
How can a mother in anesthesia vapor
touch the lonely cry of the child…?
How can the useless little hands
swim back towards the warm amniotic ocean?
Oh separating body!!
An own spirit has been given to each body
Each hermit has received his load
The hospital doors are wide open
two shaking wanderers re-learn to walk
and welcome the new light full of painful noise
Hospital, you have injected energy into living matter !
In the middle of the road
a tumor seeds chaotic entropy
a stressed body has lost its order
the immune system army runs scattered …
the patient
is a silent moan between two worlds
is a collapse dragged through naked corridors
In the operating room
energy spreads its huge wings
and dances on a tightrope
Perhaps the traveler
will cry through his salty blisters
the sea will bathe him, returning him to the first cell
the sun will toast two bodies
in total loving embrace
with ultraviolet caress and infrared
Villanelle: No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
There where you first blink your own coffin you have to nail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
Hounded by carnal goals and bound fast by your fate innate
The hammer that pounds the nails in your blood without fail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
The long arm of fate can reach you through the friendly state
The Wanderer has no place he calls home but the un-walled jail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
Neither lust nor love can spare the place’s trap or fumigate
The quick flaming grass that traps you on the mountain trail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
You may nurse the cow in you be not gruff never joke nor prate
Nor vie with otherland hosts where other unjust ways prevail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
Nor claim the imported god incarnates the only Law in the State
Sack burn pillage and plunder the recumbent host’s Holy Grail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
This is not a conversion disorder
There is nothing like numbness,
I can touch the report
I can feel the calender on my table
Not even blindness
Because i can see the list
Of things am met to spend
These few dollars i risk for
Don't even give it a thought
My muscles are functioning
I have been working for thirty days
I have been working on reports
While posting poems on PS
That sweeps my internet
Its just a choice disorder
I am loosing control
On my priorities
I am running mad over this tax
These workers drink electrify
Like elephants
There throats have rust on them
Hell No! Noisy bobs are back
For holidays, ready!!
To beg for their sweets justice
And holiday work help
Yet I paid their teachers
And the shameless landlord
Who brings his long beak
After smelling chicken on my stove
Knowing am now paid
Started coughing hard last night
For to remember 30TH is here
How do they call them
Insurance thugs or what?
Cant i just drive my car?
Are you gods to predict fate?
Then this government tax
Which makes those hippos
Break or plastic chairs on parties
Look at the city vendors
who shout at me
Uncle buy this
Dad buy this
Shut up are we clan mates?
These employs
You fire this, he incarnates in that
Same begging, same laziness,
Same excuses
All merciless keep peeping
In my office to measure
My disability to pay so that they call a strike
And this noisy woman
No salt, No food,
No sugar, soup,
No..hair
No...make up
No Sex!
Did I create 30TH
Or the fate of 31TH
These dollars i hold in my hands
Are invisible
I have worked hard
For those eating much they labor not for
I cant even pay myself on it
I i do someone will shout!!!
Till i go for a bank loan
And every one will smile
On 1st thanking me
For becoming poor
And making them rich
As they tell me stories of drinking themselves foolish
And cheat on their wives with strippers
As i remember
How i paid the last coin
To the church
For crying my tears in their pews
Its all i get
Hysteria at the end of the month
I could be less positive of time's resolving karma
without not(not) as negative
binomially defining
what is not polynomial not
and what must be more positive
you see, or not.
This double negative binding positive
hurts my bicamerolling brain
intuiting what is not Right
deducing what could be Left
to permacultural imaginings
balancing economies with ecologic
synaptic sap reversing
not aptic snap
fusing neural patterns
of polynomial permaculturing positions
overwhelming this knot of double nots.
To be
is to belong meta-diastolic,
I hope a positive existential phenomenon,
whatever that might mean.
But, too long this longish longing
is not to not be,
it is simply a not
waiting for a second;
to not not long
incarnates belonging grace
and not not karmic knots
in negative implicating space
without a proper polynomial place
for knotish naughty
not not negative integrity.
Karma double-masks what grace uncovers
as incarnation reverses back
toward naked origin of well-wombed undouble-knotting fetus,
DNA enscribing nurture's primal covenant,
warm and fertile buddha-care.
Uncovered human nature
erupts through Janus-masked cocoon
discovering nature's
uncovering intuition of polyculturing unity;
and competitive not,
hidden within ego-defensive
cognitive dissonance,
immune instinct
repulsing tied-up distinctions.
Biting into life's positive oysters
risks gnashing knotty pearls.
"Deep Sea Sky Blue"
the contented life
rises and falls
bedded
the treasure chest
is touched briefly
inside a shell opens
constricted mind
of heart swallows
the bends,
it is found
wanting, so
releases
the fast,
changeling
embryo soul,
le enfant terrible
feeling the rips
like selkie
walls of skin
cool and warm
currents sucking
dark and light
kicking out
the within,
a transparent
circle rises
still life
perpetually
repeating
on carnate
incarnates
unstill
the unseen
surfaces
and surveys
the contented life
how it
rises and falls
bedded in shades
and shadows
of gently rising
and plunging
azure
outside
from within
deep sea
sky blue
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Sea of Calm", 432Hz
https://youtu.be/u033bj7V9Kw
I don’t know if birthday is remembered
In heaven where happiness is sublime
Maybe a glance of memories on your April
Back to the road of life, no longer holds time
If ever you’d be here just for a while
I’ll bring back your memories in your hometown
For old times’ sake to sing and reconcile
To hug relatives and old friends that come around
Crumbled dream of luxurious time on earth
I dreamed of a day, you be allowed to visit
Meet your grandchildren to elevate your mirth
And have that smile fixed with your apparent spirit
I’ll take your hands to meet your loving wife
Waiting for a dance to the tune of your love song
Her touch, expecting your soul incarnates into life
Your sojourn on earth is personal for me and God alone
There were moments in my most solitude times
I am grasping to the memories you left behind
When rain comes on a synchronized rhyme
I am dreaming that you run shelter in my mind
Today we’ll celebrate your 90th birthday
We will wait for your visit in any kind
Or whisper your words in the wind and say
I am having a special day here in heaven’s confine
Birthday poem for my father
April 4, 2016
Pallikarnai,one of
the prominent
waterbodies that
once provided life
breath to Chennai
(Tamilnadu, India)
is now a garbage
dumpyard. It now
serves as a moving
symbol of how the
civilized can
threaten the
environment.
I
Pallikarnai
Resounds
In the Alps.
Retches the
himalayas.
Foams
In the Ganges.
Forays the volga.
Muddles
In the Amazon
Mucks the Nile.
Incarnates
In myriad moulds
And disguises
Around the world.
Masking the demon
behind
Hoodwinks the
beholder
Letting none to
snare.
II
The subjacent hell
Pandemic heaps of
plastics
Annals of the soil
receded.
Putrifying greed
Kicked shut
The eyes of mother
earth.
Clinging the
remnants
Eager to sprout
Future laments.
Wailing of
Strangled stars
Unceased.
Abandoned birds
Scribbles the dirge
In the blazing sky.
III
Fire unfurled
Everywhere.
The stretching blaze
Scorched the city
Stoked humen bodies.
Their mind
Charred long ago.
Unable to bear
The acrid smell
Wind collapsed.
Streets whirls
around
Stuck in the
hounding wheels.
The world
Tosses upside down.
IV
Flies
Abducted the city.
Assaulted school
buses
As tanks
Demolished the sky
scrappers.
As missiles
Sped up to homes.
In hungry mouth
Dropped bombs.
Eyes were plucked
out,
Lips consumed.
Dismayed sky shrunk.
Stars severed down.
Corses
Drifted in drinking
water.
Wings are swords
Legs are spears.
Flies.
V
Before dying
Wriggling soil
Asked the children
Would you give
The leafy eyes
Only to see me?
Before the fall
Writhing earth
Entreated the
children
would you give
The ears of green
trees
Only to hear me?
To the world of the
matured
Went the little ones
Searching leafy eyes
and ears.
Will they return?
If return
Will the soil and
earth remain?
I belong to metallic soiled Earth,
solar-fired water's atmosphere;
these oil and blood-fluent elements
would feel freer
not belonging to you,
to us.
They
we
are our belongings
but not our property,
commodity.
Our multicultural values
measure and calculate
design and develop
investing primal qualities of time
predicting secondary quantitative spatial outcomes.
Less time constrains freedom and value and love.
More freedom responds to surrounding needs and wants and relationships
with less dissonant restraint,
competitive response;
with more cooperative invitations
for mutual mentoring regenerate options,
our pacific path revealing positive intentions.
Missing freedom suffers,
as missing incarnation dissonates,
as absent polynomials disformate.
Incarnation's value grows enculturing time
measured with Earth's elements,
temporal functions,
systems design and development.
Each element
identity
system and set
contains regenerative potentiating value,
functionally forming network constellations
of prime-frequency, flow,
rhythmic relationships,
sustaining balanced harmonies,
an ecological economy
static until its season to unfold again.
Limited value decomposes from ego-systemic mortality.
Regenerate value emerges from eco-logical coincident, co-arising comprehension.
Space enacts time's liturgical rite of passage,
as time incarnates space's ambidextrous function
with fractal equivalent information.
Ambivalent eco-normic tipping points
out equi-valent ecological potential,
permacultural regenerate systemic nutrients
for sustaining polycultural maintenance.
We grow adeptly incarnating cooperative economies
as we become allergic to commodifying competition,
win-lose systemic incorporations.
Well-apprenticed permaculturalists,
Taoists,
Buddhists,
Fullerian Synergists,
enthymematic communicators
re-ligious self-with-other integrators,
economic ecological care of Other,
Earth Justice,
perhaps even Universal Intelligent therapeutic care,
evolves yeastfully prime rooted in multisystemic integrity.
We reach deeply and widely within remembering
our justice womb of poly-solidarity,
regenerate subsidiarity swimming
remerging toward light's bright flashing flight.
We belong to Earth
and feel freer longing with all of us together
in one Earth-bound network cycle.
Above and below, the masochist show
Their tangled dread and frantic glow
Of faces abhorred by the overhead.
They stitch their lips and begin again.
In catacomb dream, they march and throw
Up their hands for torture to blow
Through their incarnates, their pigments that grow
When shrines of men are slaughtered instead,
Above and below.
The carrier shows as her massacre slows
What little is left, the Masters do flow-
Mourn thy Driver, enslave the wind
For when ancestors tumble back again.
Dior the evil, we may know,
Above and below.
One day
A stranger came up to me
Speaking in riddles
He said:
Inspiration incites the inscence within that incarnates indigo indians.
I did not know what he ment until he followed up with:
"You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club."
- Jack London
I then
realized
what he was
talking about.
Do you?
Double-binding demarcations of physical incarnation
Follow time's conceptual season path.
What we have named "time"
remains elusive, evasive,
does not present itself.
Ubiquitously coincidental with flow of thought,
fertile consciousness,
yet climatically optimized in HereNow forms.
Double-bound, double negatives
yet climaxing within dense in-formating energy
with ionic iconic positive balance.
Double-dark and dim primal enlightening Vortex
Yet encoding bilateral order within time's regenerative life-force flow.
Time's love of being,
regenerate (0)-souled systemic,
right as true as balanced,
implied contented confluence of coincidental
yet rational and just con-scientific evidence,
human natural proof
of time's smooth-emergent revolution.
From days of old till now,
Time's logos as Beloved empty Space
and fully impacted Place
has never ceased,
By which we may comprehend progenitive universed conception
as dipolar exception
co-operating inception.
Time conceives through binomial coincidation
we identity as Self Plus Other Selves,
Love of present,
with anticipated/anxious future
with faith-full/empty past,
manifestations of time's power with passion
peace with just-right sensory nest.
How does the Thinker know these shapes of nature's revolving Time?
Through multiculturing function,
Time's memory becomes co-passionately comprehensive thought,
bilateral conception,
following septum's binary dark valley of intuition,
great-dividing explicating ego from inceptive ecosystemic Time.
Double-bound marks of incarnation forward
excarnation backward,
Time's bilateral conception as contention
emerging bionically contented information.
Consciousness dances time's dance,
the singer incarnates time's song,
as Tao re-conceives spatial absence,
complex shadows of synergy.