Best Incarnation Poems
Mother is...
The incarnation of God's eternal love within the perimeter of temporal life!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 May 2023
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Happy Mother's Day to all mothers of the world!
"The higher awakening is call God Consciousness.
In this condition you will see that all objects of
this world are your own universal self."
Quote by _Quotefancy
I have been lost in spiral thoughts,
returning to the same dark place;
and never connecting the dots,
awake, dream, sleep negative space.
Spiralling in empty stagnation,
until I let go and transcend;
rising to higher creation,
in my self universe I blend.
My new world is God's pulsation,
it is like my own self planet;
a place of pure love foundation,
enlightenment my enchantment.
Clouds pass in an azure blue sky,
I am empty of the long past;
positive, healed, aware I fly,
and my higher self space is vast.
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May 24, 2022
Poetry/Quatrain/Incarnation Into An Enlightened Universe
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1458-352-24
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Unity Consciousness
sponsor, Seeking Unseeker, Judged 06/01/2022
Third Place
O thousand Tongues sing, sing of Christ
Jesus, Chosen vehicle, human receptacle
Of fatherly fondness, for who would be wise
Admitting we do what we ought not, not what we ought
That we sin, inclination native to Adam's race
II
O sing of Jesus the Christ; He is Grace
O sing for Jesus Christ, whose willingness
To get up on a cruel cross, then rise to righteousness
Like robes carry us "children" to Trinity's side
For forgiven sins cleansed: He paid already for each life
III
O sing for Jesus, not that we stopped sinning
But because in Him Grace gives daily cleansing
In Him we have victory over Satan, trials, tempting
Victory in His Blood, winning in His Name, communing ...
With bread and cup, He said, worthy of remembering
Whenever I close my eyes, I am into a different world,
Where I could feel the nature’s fragrance, echoes of the sea,
Where I could see how a new body is transformed from a mould.
I could now feel that the earth is revolving,
Heat from the sun is so much mesmerizing.
It’s such an unselfish world free from hatred,
It’s the real world that the creator has made.
Where we live, is a mirage,
I don’t know from where I started my life and where I was.
God has taught us no other language instead of love,
There is no life and no death,
No health and no wealth.
We all are the puppets of our makers,
Some fight for good and some are traitors.
There is no heaven or hell above,
We have been given the job to complete,
And once it is done,
Our body will undergo fission, get mixed with the holy figure with greet.
I have been here, the touch of the rose petals under my feet...The drink of lotus wine, adorned in white lien and gold... Behind the veils , in the temples of Abydos ... The scenes replay.... Flicking like wish candles in the whirling winds.. Scents of Myrrh ascend, as the priestess chants, spells of love... Amazons rides the waves of sand....
I have been here, welding the sword on the battlefield of Mongols ... Under the thunderous hooves horses, salty blood flowed, in glory and valor of, Genghis Khan..
I have been here, crystalline Kama Sutra, frozen in time.. The of dance of creation.. The Tantric courtesan spreads her sensuous legs, in service to the Ruby Maharaja....
I have been here, young crippled boy, holding the banner of atonement.. As he limps in procession of saffron cloaked Buddhist monks...
I have been here, full circle.. Cleansing the lives ,the field ,the heart, in the truest core of being.. The Web ebbs and flows... Earth Bound again, the cycle of life continues...
Reborn here now without baggage
New experiences each day,
Forgotten past before came of age
Regression taught another way.
Soon this journey will make its own
Reborn here now without baggage,
Seeking an eternity home
With past lessons an advantage,
I'm searching for a safe passage
With eyes honed on a bright future,
Reborn here now without baggage
Still coping with human nature.
With eyes on the circle of life
Considering the whole package,
This is the life I live without strife
Reborn here now without baggage.
NINTH PLACE WINNER
written October 6, 2021
a quatern with 8-syllable lines (used PS)
especially for "Dawn" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
sitting at a well called
the sandy hut bar.
recessed illumination in the back
of my head draws out the characters
one by one.
my eyes flicker before the
incarnation of siduri.
she is drunk again and you can hear
the rain falling heavily on the roof.
i look up to view the bright citron
dragon painted on the ceiling winding
its way along the tiles.
a small glass with condensation for
thought asked the question.
why am i so imperfectly shaped?
now i remember all those chinese dive bars
with extravagant tiny jade forest.
siduri somehow rising off the barstool
and walking out the door.
" siduri: epic of gilgamesh, alewife and
veiled bartender."
Life is imposed
By a great power, we suppose
Not something we chose
Just a thing we compose
Petals shrivel the rose
Blood runs down the nose
Gravity on all things is imposed
And eventually we are all deposed
And unlike the ones who arose
At the end of it all, we will remain forever disposed
Put away in an endless doze
Life, Death, Solitude and Resurrection.
But as the material decomposes
To our real selves we are interposed
Dressed in our spiritual clothes
A life this time we truly chose
And as the fleshy part is inherited by crows
We will be elsewhere, with nothing to oppose
No sin, because it is unnecessary
No kin, a new hierarchy
No one to ignore us
None to bore us
Only a rejuvenating vibration
In a new life, our true incarnation
The soul of an woman is bigger than the sky and the sea
radiance of her heart is much more sweet than moonshing.
There is no limit to her glories
abundant compassion to nourish,
in every corner of world the civilized people, why do they humiliating ??
It is the holy place how do you think her as a product!!
her sympathy is supreme than the sky and sea and the God in fact.
Greatness is her ornaments
lotus is her eye to paints,
the land of tenderness; why are you touching with poison to contact ??
She is essential and she is the flame of life
it's impossible to sprout a germ without an wife
She is variant in love and passion
in service of race and the nation,
why torture her, why do you keep her in tip of sharp knife??
She is the Goddess and her words are the wave of ocean
sky lies in the lap of her pigtails as she is much more than,
her brightness is as bright as autumn
divine is her virtues in race of human,
Keep her in love, caress thee, don't fight but be a fan.
She is huge in form of incarnation and carries infallible arms in hand
the world is her creation and she carries the message of destiny of that land
she destroys in such form
sin and the sinners in storm,
worship the Goddess Chandi ; She is the destroyer she can buried you in sand.
In your land of sin light of fames are shedding
Chandi has broken out in rage and wishing war to bring,
her fierce rage will destroy all
the stars of the life will fall,
she is going to destroy her creation; each and everything.
Women are awakening be alert and sing; come down soon
our evil acts has reached at the edge by virtue of that incarnation
worship her to calm her down
we are already late clown,
today we are on the edge of the abyss; don't be bad thereon.
A star shown above his birth for two years;
A star that only those of faith could see.
He left His royal court and majesty
In humble exchange for a trough and tears.
Because of my sin I could not see Him,
Even though His star shown brightly around.
Then His holy hand reached out and touched me
And pulled me back from the abyss’s rim.
I see His radiance and glory now
Beside the lowly feed trough where He lies.
During this very season of seasons
Before His majesty I humbly bow.
Walk en route to Greenhouse,
Stuck prepossessed all pretty rose;
Mind bear pent up blues,
Find near pool of bliss;
Apart thee,no par clues!
Fragrance mixed up blowing Breeze;
whence dressed up in glowing hues?
Droplets acne turn ye Freeze?
Disastrous touch wanna pluck;
Outrageous punch done whole prick;
Fantabulous!If impart the trick.
Guys whoever Head over heels,
Buys forever Red armored tools;
Anxious soul lie at ease,
Gorgeous lass succumbs at last.
Inspired sight entails accede,
Expired Love!Though it Succeed!
Palpitate drum tunes Rhythm;
Exultant petals wake to bloom;
Of all colors,one picked out,
Dedicated Orison begets aesthetic;
Enthroned on Royal seat,
Sparkling stars over Bride`s Plait.
Among Flowers, Queen Thou might?
My crave wins ever by White!!!
Where upon the earth do I acquaint new life?
A Spirit who scampers upon a banshee breeze,
Unsure—anxious thoughts taking aim, rife, unmoored
Focus unsharp—a fog on a mountain freeze—trees
Seek hope, its landing unannounced, high and lofty:
A child, clay-borne, raised by morning’s star,
and bearing the velocity of love
Untainted, untrodden, undaunted, unstifled—
What nurtures freedom in a nature made for freedom
Time clicks; a moment slips, forgotten.
Hallowed, sought, bought, fraught—a chiefdom
Berean, listening without ears of cotton
Whispering, churning, turning, burning—wind
A persiflage ingested as thunder rumbles, grumbles
Persistence, resistance—conscripted in sin
There, a cry for wisdom, yet stuck—fumbled
Who? A father, mother, sister, brother—kin?
Progeny, cacophony—perhaps fools on atolls
All, forgotten tenets in interplanetary space
The medicament—far-reaching, teaching bleeding souls
Contrary to prevailing belief: to show no grace
Yet responsible life-stewards, a virtuous gift extols
Greater, higher—hope, faith, and love proclaim the Ancient Scrolls
Thunderstruck
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Hands folded prayer like to beseech thee
to abduct me with no cause to up braid
natural temptation found temptation commanding
from divine dada disobeyed
Earthbound Olympian of love,
now dwells amidst mossy secluded glade
a natural bed of soft earthy, downy
canopied bridal awaiting to lovers to get laid
and maybe nine months later,
a baby will resemble thee dear milkmaid
then whence we return to our Land O’ Lakes chalet
homage will be paid
in which human guise paramour
doles secrets of amorous Lumineers trade
into dreamland such desire does in vade.
Victuals to satiate pleasures of flesh
especially erogenous zones
administered by this imaginary mistress
sin seductive tones
thru this private line, but no other phones
triggering mine little rolling stones
to generate primal sounds vis a vis moans
inducing groin seams of pants extreme groans
toward pocket sixty-nine without lovely bones.
A copious amount of adoration suffuses entire body of this man
her, whose gentle and kind embrace promises to be eternal plan
as made mention in the Bible, Quran, or Torah millennia ago rattan
whose healthy libido will probably outlive me life span.
Royal carpet treatment awaits me each and every day
as the differences between myself and august dweller on high
establish a bounty and glory of compassion to roll in the hay
atop bodacious, delicious, felicitous fantasy asks me to lie
imbibing succulent atmosphere akin to an eternal month o may
taking spirit soaring thousands of miles of feet in the sky.
Upon hearing sweet nothings nobody else can hear
affecting heavy breathing indicated by nostril
that imperceptibly flare
a sheer grin of joy lights up countenance ear to ear
despite impish quarks of this divine being so dear
as journey to inxs of nirvana induced ejaculated whispered clear
from being buck-naked bare.
Name means of the sea.
Born on day of the oceans.
Soul meant to be free.
Oh, what a drag, another day
Is going by so flatly.
A.A.
The life drags on again. As real as a haze
over a lunar sea it lasted for so many
eons that you began to take the life at face
value but luckily it didn't lead to any
fallouts: as before the notional mirage
continues to attract the spurious wayfarers
in a conceptual sand; a verbal camouflage
is still a matter of perceptive faults and errors.
Regretfully, the death is just another wrong
conception. Do not place too high your expectations
on it. The death as well endures for so long
that once you'll get enough of any incarnations.
"You bored me to the death you both, life and death".
I don't remember who said that. May be, Macbeth.