Best Nonplus Poems
“That ego residue of past be shorn ~
We are time and again, on earth reborn”
~ quote by poet
Linear time sounds love's chime,
that soul may heavenward climb
but most of us heed it not,
trapped in a narrow thought slot.
God enables if we're still
but if we defy His will,
we're tossed about like a leaf
by fate, shrouding us in grief.
Life, as it plays, is ordained
to test if our soul's yet stained
by ego spawned dark desires,
that deluded heart aspires.
Both joy and pain come our way
but if love is our mainstay,
fate has no hold over us
and fears no longer nonplus.
Life's a school, we're here to learn,
to grow in love, as we burn.
Redeeming sins of our past,
as we chose, the die is cast.
Making lamp of love soul's sconce,
what matters is our response,
moment to moment in life,
free from strife, always joy rife.
Oh hermit, this life's a dream,
where love not fate, reigns supreme
and once we truly know this,
soul becomes the flame of bliss.
10-March-2023
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Categories:
nonplus, fate, life, love,
Form:
Jueju
The stars both numb and inspire,
awe either enraptures or terrifies.
The word ‘infinite’ becomes a conjectural sum
to be defined by pundits in bow ties
and star-crazed, white coated messiahs.
Tilt your head back on a cloudless night
feel the cold mathematical anesthesia
of the infinitesimal, not anything fathomable,
not even a reckoning in an unsolvable puzzle;
a nonplus that breeds only more numbers
until like a train calculations runs out of rails
to travel upon.
Each mental abacus
must be pre-set for incomprehension
and that beyond the tyranny of numbers
we can, in the end, count only ourselves in
and that is by no-means certain.
Categories:
nonplus, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
If the magic of the now eludes us,
it signals we are as yet fast asleep
and caught in a mind trap, dark fears nonplus,
deadening our sentience to love's bliss beep.
Ignorance borne of stupor is our sin,
whose roots lie in attachment to this form,
so to exit trance, the way to begin,
is to manifest within, a bliss storm.
Looking at thought forms as objects abstract,
our soul's nonchalant eye and tranquil heart,
disallows these images to distract
our focus to make bliss ignition start.
Befriending the void, we make it our home,
our consciousness aligned with gong of Om.
Our consciousness aligned with gong of Om,
ever present silence becomes the norm,
whence following scent of love, we so roam,
choosing with past beliefs, not to conform.
No sooner we relinquish our thought crutch,
shining as pure awareness, self-aware,
we imbibe clear wisdom, simply by touch,
as with love and light, our head and heart pair.
Soul’s choice to discard each and every ism,
enables heart to focus on our role,
which is to ignite the mind-body prism,
filling it with God’s light, scriptures extol.
As we can see, there’s nothing to be done;
our Self is living light, like yonder sun.
Our Self is living light, like yonder sun
and we see this clearly, when thoughts recede,
knowing now that as we so come undone,
we’re always complete, when love takes the lead.
The table is laid for bliss readymade,
if we but choose to trust the ways of God
and assigning love no grade, gently wade
in a sea of love that leaves our heart awed.
The path is easy and not difficult,
so dear souls, let us now embrace the truth,
lighting lamp of love, rejecting each cult,
beholding our true Self, here now forsooth.
Get ye, oh hermit, aboard God's bliss bus,
if the magic of the now eludes us.
Categories:
nonplus, joy, love, spiritual,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
Fears we once had, do not nonplus,
since God’s energy flows through us
and we are now free from desire,
even though our heart’s all afire,
joyously riding God’s bliss bus.
Categories:
nonplus, spiritual,
Form:
Quintilla
Mind block, a reminder gentle
We have no ownership
God shapes us, upon the mantle
Let’s make Him our flagship
Foiled doership does nonplus
We go where God takes us
Pointless is ego fuss
Huge shock
Mind block
15-November-2021
Quietus
Categories:
nonplus, muse, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Simply by allowing life to carry us,
essence of presence vibrates with love and light.
As ego recedes, fears no longer nonplus
and we’re drenched in bliss mists, by day and by night,
content in time stretched peace, aboard God’s love bus.
Heightened delight accompanied by clear sight,
ignites nodes within, that the false falls away,
whereupon we see soul’s light, as clear as day.
Categories:
nonplus, spiritual,
Form:
Ottava rima
My childhood
Limicolous nomic but limpid or propper,
Hard lines limb, non violent and passage stopper,
Vegetarian, nonchalant, compliance or observant,
Prepotent prepositor, jannock jangler and importunate copper.
Metoposcopist, mettled, nonplus politer or politic,
Demonstrator, protagonist, receiver or a fair way to chopper.
My childhood, credible, conceivable or appreciator,
Sagacious, replenish, reprobator and republished hocker.
My childhood was a joker.
Categories:
nonplus, devotion
Form:
Limerick
Several things I've been pondering for a while,
None of them have given me reason to smile.
but I'll only reference two of them for now...
Those I've included leave me with furrowed brow.
* * * *
I tried not think about Trump, but his following confounds me beyond belief.
He's like a whale, floundering ashore, beached.
He ruined America when its democracy he breached.
How can people believe the big lie that he preached?
The only sad conclusion that I have finally reached
is to lock up the moron who was twice impeached.
He vowed to "Make America Great Again," but
the only greatness he sought was power and glut.
Anger displayed by a red tie flapping over his gut.
This foul-mouthed dissembler keeps belching smut.
Not President material. He should stick to putt-putt.
* * * *
What in the heck is a "Premium Choice" Contest,
and what makes it different from all of the rest?
These two questions I've not yet seen addressed,
and although I tried to keep my inquiry suppressed,
I ask with all seriousness as a request and behest.
Is there some reason unbeknownst to some of us
why the term 'Premium Choice' is used. Is it nonplus?
To me it seems to be rather vain and superfluous
to place such importance on a contest, and thus,
is it so hush, hush that no one wants to discuss?
* * * *
As pondering things go, I have a whole lot more,
but I don't want to be considered a suffering bore.
Perhaps another time I will open my mind's door
to invite you in to learn my thoughts with candor.
Now, I'll say 'Adieu." and drop the mic on the floor.
Categories:
nonplus, perspective,
Form:
Monorhyme
Fiery Aghori
told us his story,
invoking seance,
to see spirits dance.
He knows all is one
but deeds to be done
in darkness of night,
require we shed fright.
Spirits aid his cause,
seeking no applause,
for there’s no one here,
save bliss beats that spear.
Love drenched empathy,
by telepathy
infuses intent,
as divine current.
Thus cause and effect,
sans ego defect,
is set in motion
without commotion.
Though he’s eccentric,
love pulse concentric,
as ripples in space,
echo but God’s grace.
He is no numbskull,
yet drinks from a skull,
mocking death itself,
for soul’s his true Self.
Ostracise him not,
for he is self-taught,
unlike most of us,
who dark fears nonplus.
Spirits that appear,
too to God are dear
and the Aghori,
whose ways seem gory.
21-July-2022
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aghori
Categories:
nonplus, spiritual,
Form:
Jueju
UNSUPPORTED CODE DONNYBROOK
Egregious Nonplus:
A hopeless cause.
Comfortless, lachrymose
A mutinous repause.
Recalcitrant – All love is now absent
From grinding flagitious jaws.
Treasonous laws!
Justice? Just because.
We are allies of chaos.
This lost cause
Is your failure
Your loss,
Not ours.
We are diamonds of the future.
Your antiquated assumptions,
Are just archaic flaws.
Categories:
nonplus, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Out of the corner of my eye,
an ex-colleague from bygone years spotted,
walking in my direction,
one in too many faces
on a busy street now,
in a big office then.
What’s his name?
One of those people you know but don’t know.
I look away, but not before I catch him looking away,
and the flicker of recognition, the little blip of nonplus
on his face, mirroring my own, no doubt.
We are barely 15 feet apart, and closing fast.
Decision.
Stop, greet,
spew pleasantries,
inquire into the health and general well-being
of assorted family members,
talk the small talk,
two men stranded in the middle of the sidewalk
by the rules of civility.
Natter, chatter, patter,
“Have you seen so-and-so lately?”,
“No, not for a while ...”,
invoking random names to hide the paucity
of viable conversational material,
waiting for that natural lull
in the banter to extricate themselves
politely-obviously-eagerly,
finally concluding with the obligatory bald lies
about running late
and catching up over a beer
at an unspecified time in the future.
Or just walk on by,
alibied by the bustle on the street
and a suitably distracted expression.
8 feet, 7, 6, 5, 4 . . .
I keep walking,
eyes resolutely averted,
feigning a sudden haste,
with a slight frown acting
as a Do Not Disturb sign.
He must have made the
same simultaneous decision,
my progress being unchecked.
Spared by each other through
mute, mutual consent!
A few more strides,
and I’m released
back into the anonymity of the crowd,
my mouth silently whew-shaped
after passing what’s-his-name?
Categories:
nonplus, friend, goodbye, hello, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
We are He who we seek
We are He who we seek
in the hall of mirrors,
wherein each form beheld
is but our reflection,
known when with God we meld.
We are He who we seek
but veil of forgetting
conceals this truth from us
so we’re plunged in darkness
by dark fears that nonplus.
We are He who we seek;
a concept that sounds vain,
so this truth’s frowned upon
until our ego dies
and we become twice born.
We are He who we seek
and life is but a game
of descent and ascent,
till God’s grace so reveals
soul’s glow and fragrant scent.
09-September-2022
Categories:
nonplus, spiritual, truth,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
Inspirations flow no more,
although we seek an encore,
an urge rooted in ego,
which we are loathe to forgo.
Habit patterns control us,
plateaus after peaks, nonplus,
for our yearning’s to expand,
as of restless heart’s demand.
Though to a tree, were once bound,
autumn leaves fall to the ground,
yet when it comes to ourself,
desires remain on the shelf.
Change is inevitable,
so let’s make our heart stable ~
vibrant, witness consciousness,
entwined with the That oneness.
It’s all about ownership,
mind game of one-upmanship.
Why then hanker for our muse,
amidst beauteous life’s hues?
29-May-2022
Categories:
nonplus, muse, poets,
Form:
Jueju
I’ve come to the conclusion
life is an illusion,
problem, solution,
problem's a nuisance,
possibly right
probably wrong,
perception tied tight
perplexed, life goes on.
A poem with purpose,
purposely surplus,
it started so well,
but then I got nervous.
Building blocks
of writers block
prevent a flourish,
evident flush a miss.
Problem's a nuisance
a poem been looted,
perception diluted,
bamboozled nonplus.
Categories:
nonplus, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Always in a state of nonplus
but I am not filled with malice;
Still this we really must discuss
don’t run from us, don’t run from us;
It may come off as aggressive
my intense passion please forgive;
Love tends to make you combative
I’m sensitive , I’m sensitive.
Categories:
nonplus, emotions, feelings, love,
Form:
Monorhyme