Best Knower Poems
Aunt June
My aunt taught me...
how to be; a sewer, a grower,
a knower of "things" important.
She taught me to watch the pot,
until it boiled and never look away.
Canning strawberry jelly,
and making sweet marmalade pie
were the easy lessons
in believing in tomorrow.
Blankets made from scraps
to keep the family warm in winter,
kept "devotions" for another year.
Dresses made of flour sacks,
with corn mill colored ribbon...
They were for spring.
Summer was all about the garden,
and planting... "seeds to fling".
We had chicks for a while,
until my uncle lost his job.
Then we had to eat them.
That was a hard lesson in cooking,
"things" you keep close to the heart,
Sacrifice...
beyond dry tears
to feed the ones you love.
My uncle got sick,
and then he died.
June went to work,
ironed for others,
sewed and cooked and made
their lives easy,
as her's was hard.
My aunt never complained.
My aunt was amazing...
a farm woman,
from the mid-west.
She could rope and ride,
and she would never hide
even from
cancer.
My Aunt was a warrior.
That I am, what I say I am...
A GODDESS:
For I am the EYE:
That watches over all...
I am the HAND:
That heals those who suffers...
I am the GIVER:
Who offers my love
to warm all hearts...
I am the KNOWER:
Of all those who needs
an answer...
I am the ANARCHIST:
Who fights to rid the world
of worldly order...
I am the KEEPER:
Who holds the key,
to a Majistic Beautiful Paridise,
Where all will be free...
I am TRUTH:
For I want the best
and will sacrifice the worst...
I am the FORGIVER:
Who forgives all who keeps
their faith in me...
I am the PUNISHER:
Who will destroy those
who always carry out evil ways...
I am a GENIE:
Who grants
wishes for good...
I am LOVE:
Pure to the Heart
and cleansing of all souls...
I am LIGHT:
That's always within
that will never grow dim...
I am ETERNAL:
I am never forgotten...
And I am a COMFORTER:
To keep all safe
from all evil...
I am all these things,
Because I Believe:
In a better life
and a better world,
where there is always PEACE...
Where the only tears to be shed,
are those of JOY and HAPPINESS...
And I love you,
for you are a part of me,
that keeps me REAL...
Because you Believe:
I am ALIVE,
I am REAL,
and I am ME...
My Love to Everyone...
GODDESS TINA
Written while in the mental institution01-18-2001
A Game
Chequered
!
Verbose;
Pawned divinity
Words are pieces
Phrases are moves
Players' wordsmiths
Egos crowned kings
Drawn out are words
Empty stands sheath
Reveal your Chess
Strategy-Tactics
Grand master Mikhail Tal speak
On checker board strategies.
"The deep desires
Of a chess player
To lead opponent
Into deep
Forest
Dark
And
The
Path
As Way out
Narrow enough
For only one to fit.
Quintessential paradox
Of battle games with words
Insiders from their prison cages
Re-arrange pieces in endless loop
Noisy minds trapped in eerie silence
Tactics is knowing-
What's done when there’s something to do
Strategist is busy -
In making, in contemplating counter moves
The gamer: the cold calculative mover, brutal
in purpose, moves words, forward and backward
The gamer knows; the words shall be rearranged
Checkered boards of Chaotic; Noisy; Wordy; Game.
The sale
Buy one
Get Two
The-Chessmatic mover
The-Charismatic Baiter
Squarer of self and ego
the believer;the knower
Biting bytes; Now is No
In -A never ending loop
The Self
But One
Not Two
Settled-flow-words when soaked in love
Entrenched-in- compassion all powerful
Wherein in-mated in thoughts and deed
To,
Checkmate the words-as-bait- is tactics
Know,
The web of words is A dense wild forest;
It is A habitat of 'Mind's wild wanderings.
.
The gamer; moves words; fore backward
In another brutal checkered board game;
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In Native American mythology
The species of feline named Lynx symbolizes
The ability to see clearly, as well as being
The knower of secrets, in terms of what
We hide from ourselves as well as others
I did not ask for this gift
Nonetheless, it is ever present,
Sometimes, I strive to imagine
Having a blind eye for the
Things that I truly see
And owning a deaf ear
Towards what is really heard
Having known many people in this life’s venture
Associates sometimes are distant strangers
And strangers become close confidants
For to see what is hidden from others
Is to observe what is unseen by many
To know that which we attempt to conceal
From ourselves, is to look through the eyes of the Lynx
(pause)
Do these eyes pierce you?
Or do they intrigue you
Perhaps both at the same time?
I didn’t mean to make you shudder
While that smug tone of voice began to stutter
As you became aware of the pensive
Stare, that unintentionally seeps right
Through to the core, those false masks
So neatly worn, cringes upon the prospect
Of those interior thoughts exposed to the exterior
Gazing around a room full of puppets
To their own suppressed ideas
While thinking their inner most secrets are safe
However, the eyes of the Lynx do not lie,
(pause)
Go ahead,
Condemn the wealthy woman
Across the room in the corner
But did I notice a glare of envy?
Laugh at the alcoholic as he
Guzzles down his fluids of intoxication
But, wipe the saliva from your mouth
Persecute the two woman as they sit arm in arm
Was that a flicker of fascination I detected?
For now, I too will wear my mask
One of innocence and vulnerability
And saunter about the room quietly
For if they only knew,
Eyes of the Lynx
An unwanted gift?
Or underappreciated blessing?
Either way,
ODE TO THE MIGHTY LYNX……………………………………
Pleasured, to feel life’s warm embrace.
The smile, plastered across my face,
is evidence thereof.
Anticipation fills my heart,
Knowing in my knower, what waits:
another's smile, with love!
Veil of a light shine brightly to my face
blocks my view against a glance
unto the window of after today
each day I wake up I try
to take a glimpse
A stone of puzzle reside in my chest
the future remain not exposed
along the road of hope
As I struggle day by day with heavy heart
with focus that I will cope
Assume I'm a sibyl; am able to forecast all:
Years upon years as struggle go on
yet the future remains unknown
I know when is the time and what to do to succeed.
I will sleep and have fun till a wee of the second,
I will then do a little work and within
some weeks I'm successful
I conjure those who claim to be the seer
only HE is the knower and the seer
of an unfailing future
while tomorrow remain unrevealed or obscure
an unfailing future
as it is a tale of coming and going
as struggle for life goes on
That first thought
That first notion
That first split
That first motion
That first dark
That first light
That first spark
That first flight
That first Phoenix
That first Dove
That first desire
That first Love
That first higher
That first lower
That first shadow
That first Knower
That first Arc
That first glow
That first yes
That first no
That first positive
That first negative
That first position
That first perspective
That first in
That first out
That first whisper
That first shout
That first truth
That first doubt
That first projection
That first question
That first answer
That first rejection
That first loss
That first gain
That first feeling
That first pain
That first memory
That first recall
That first peak
That first fall
That first form
That first seen
That first born
That first Being
That first experience
That first expression
That first impact
That first impression
That first touch
That first ground
That first creation
That first mound
That first vibration
That first sound
That first sensation
That first round
That first circle
That first square
That first Set
That first pair
That first union
That first division
That first choice
That first decision
That first chaos
That first order
That first line
That first border
That first divide
That first respond
That first time
That first second.
© D.N.Moule/Verso 25/1/16
I'm sorry you can't hang,
but to get the lead to sustain,
or a weave to remain-
here is a divide we must range...
To get high is to bang-
get over on the main?
One cannot hide in the fame-
take the most slender poker to exhaust the knower,
excusing any lost hats,
there's even more once you go slower.
This kind of work was once a grow-word,
centered in the file,
thrown out to invent,
but instead grew moss,
and an entirely new font.
The marvel, the all-knower make days the
Sanctuary for all who live,day within days:
Twenty four periods during which the earth total
Rotation on it axis,days arrive like crows in the field
Of stubble corn,in days we born,in days we cry
And laugh,in days we sucked our mother's breast
In days we sleep and wake,in days we grow
In days we do our dally activities,in days we get
Married,in days we gave birth to our infant baby
In days we acquire our needs
In days we count time,day,week,month and year
Days dropped away like honey of a spoon
Days follow one another in an undistinguished
Series, growing and then fade like leave on the tree
In days we gone
Our days run as fast a way as does the rain
Coming from the sky
Days were truly endless and seemed like
A single black night.
May/2/2015
Contest: Days
Sponsor by Thomas Martin.
If the title is suggestive they watch me
put their name in it they watch me
the only time they get attention
the only time they get a mention
centre stage, run the show,
watching me because they know
I shine a light they glow
watch the numbers grow
it’s a sad life that their living
and it really is a given
that they lap it up and love it
when I tell them where to shove it
that short lived power trip
to a lifelong sour lip
yes you were a munter boss
whose never ever known a loss
because you’ve never had a lot
your missing brain and bottom pops
wishing you were someone hot
clever interesting you’re not
sense of humour not a human
that moustache forever booming
no man was ever after you
unattractive daft and rude
but trust me they would laugh at you
laughing at you not with you
yes you really oughta
fish the ice out the water
yes it melts and flows right over
if you’re that dumb you’re a knower
that knows nothing at all
you should have gone to school
you’re so stupid you will never know
just how stupid overall
Mirror of life reveals
we’re more than mind-body,
labelled as somebody
but love and light that feels,
not egoic thoughts shoddy.
Mirror of life reveals
heart’s desire to expand
into a joyous land.
When soul before God kneels,
our wish is His command.
Mirror of life reveals
that we’re not the knower;
God is the bestower.
By grace, our heart soon heals,
on making thoughts slower.
Mirror of life reveals,
when head and heart agree,
our blissful soul is free,
drenched in God’s ideals,
embarked on earth life spree.
04-May-2022
In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
In silence,
Just where I am
Just, where I sit
I utter no word
I think of no word, yet
I am known!
Who knows then…?
Who knows, that
I am not speaking?
Who knows, that
I am not thinking?
And doesn’t the knower
Need to be known?
Who watches?
Who witnesses?
In silence
Who am I?
Michael
UNSUPPORTED CODE
The butterfly chaser was two years old and two feet tall
The blue shoes on her feet mattered to her most of all
On it she could squat all day long
Sitting on them she inspected the moist soil
Where the Mynah had just run along
She did find footprints, delicate and small
She sat drawing on the mud with fingers and nails
Where the garden sweeper had left her a large clean spot
She pretended deaf to all the common sounds
She was the silent knower of right and wrong. UNSUPPORTED CODE
The world in generality
as to the knowledge of known knower
in between reasons, senses and perceptions
is a matter of clarity
on becoming merry
as oppose to being merry
The matter of worldly parameter
is of dictating representation
of liberating indoctrination
in attaining truth
despite the contingent sublimity
and deciphering the apparent symbols of parables
in order
as if by fashion
to arrive to an indubitable state of merriment
Love, wisdom and power;
thus in fullness tower
oh long weary hermit,
for this is the summit.
Love, wisdom and power,
enabled hour by hour,
if our heart be mellow,
centred in stillness slow.
Love, wisdom and power,
let Mother* empower
by kundalini rise,
we behold in surprise.
Love, wisdom and power;
we become the knower
of the ultimate truth.
Let’s get to it forsooth!
19-April-2022
*Notes: Divine Mother is Shakti at the root chakra. Father is Shiva, at the crown. Kundalini is cosmic energy which rises from root to crown, facilitated by Shakti. Once Shakti unites with Shiva, head melds with heart and we resonate with love. This process occurs here, now in directly felt physicality.