Best Shorn Poems
As precious stones are hidden and entwined
in minerals of ordinary worth,
they must be found, professionally mined
from common, rocky layers of the earth.
Extracted, polished, cut- they'll stand apart
as valued gems. Neglected, they will share
in earth's destructive force- erosion's art-
dissolve away with nature's wear and tear.
Oh God, you are both Mine and Miner; strip
this soul embedded in your work of clay,
and let your tools of grace and fellowship
preserve the gem of Love from life's decay.
Cut many facets that reflect and show-
the worth of gem and Miner in its glow.
November 13, 2014
Facing the Storm
Had my ego shorn and heart torn today
The reason, I am hesitant to say
I'll retain it to myself, no one else
But then, who on earth would care anyway.
On reflection someone out there does care
All one needs do is kneel down in prayer
Revealing one's heart, though the tears may start
To God who’s always aware of despair.
God helps to put things into perceptive
Auto rectified are inner conflicts
You, me and us - all we need is God's love
To sooth, reassure, fortify and fix.
So after nursing my bruised shorn ego
I silently made contact with the Lord
Prayed for the light to shine brightly tonight
My ego transcended, my heart it soared.
With heart intact, ego restored, reborn
I have will to weather the fiercest storm.
8th July 2022
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Post Covid, my scalp has been shedding
Hair covers the pillow and bedding
There’s tresses on the floor
If I lose any more
The prospect of baldness I’m dreading!
A great deal of poetic licence about hair in the bed but since I’ve had covid I’ve noticed strands of hair on the floor and also a friend has had the same thing happen
11/27/21
Sue loved to style her auburn hair,
and adorn it with a cute bow.
Then cancer struck, life’s so unfair -
treatment meant her long locks would go.
She hoped in time new hair would grow,
as baldness may cause folk to stare.
Sue now wears a pretty bandeau,
her cancer story I now share.
Checked with how many syllables
Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
1/21/20
Summer, winter, autumnal and vernal
Nature's tide freely flows through time eternal
As our days are with abandon shorn
Each year laid to rest is by nature reborn
So let the champagne flow this last night of December
To auld lang syne lift a glass so we may remember
With buoyant glee we'll greet the bright new dawn
As the new year struts in with dash and elan
Hong Kongs
Big pong
Five are tried
heads hooded
Hands tied
Wolf like packs
Claim a moral low
Truth can't bestow
The depth of facts
Now for all to know
Morals now obscene
As today is seen,
Humanity traded
Weave of life torn
Insanity in-braided
A very aged norm.'
Ego shorn unlike the hairy back of cancer
Taking all but life before even taking that
She hoped to be a mother some day and her
Life would be gone at 26 a hard fact
I look at her in a hat of fur
pink sweater that seems to soften
What a loss of life in her
Hearts sank lower than a coffin
But she was a believer
And her face seems to glow
The world didn’t know it needed her
Angelic virgin the last of a soul
She is found not lost in afterlife
Her familiar smile brightly shines
In heaven she is for us here a light
Illuminating for us all in teal time
Ego shorn here now reborn
An angel returns to her God
If only we could just defeat
Breast cancer that made her a star.
7/2/2022
Written for Ego Shorn Here Now Reborn Poetry Contest
Sponsor Unseeking Seeker
An incessant rage; a tormented home
Ego’s cruel tyranny reigns
An exiled vagrant cursed to roam
Not one shimmer of hope remains
Ego shorn, tormenting flames now subside
Cool winds arise as rivers flow
Blessed peace, with you I’ll reside
With your familiar and welcoming glow
Beyond all time, beyond all sorrow
All bonds to self-will sever
There is no more today and no more tomorrow
Just now’s glowing—forever
7/9/22
Ninth Place
Ego Shorn, Here Now-Reborn Poetry Contest
by Unseeking Seeker
Here looking inwards while sitting in wards.
Never bored watching bulletins and staring out the window at the billboards with eyes that's been pulled before and my thoughts still talk forth.
Still taunted and real torn. My brain is torn. My clothes are worn and I'm worn out like the clothes I've worn since I've been in mourn.
If my secrets airborne are my thoughts seabourn and if so are they off a shipboard. Well formed traumas bounce like a springboard.
I got to reform from this clipboard message. I'm switchboard pressing like crowns with real thorns because I'm crazy with the devils big horns eating grilled corn with allies in this place where bloods borne
Was I still born from a rebirth but stillborn.
This stillwater ain't sating my thirst I will burn up until dawn because the sealed doors stay locked and we're locked in like ill thoughts. During storms and full moons my milk pours on the brick floor surface I'm sick and tick bourne and allergic. Staring in the mirror watch the devil rip his horns and dig out big thorns man I'm thirsty and been scorned. A little walk is all what I'd kill for. The risk warns you till morn so spill your guts and tell more to the billboard.
land of midnight sun having drinks with a grizzly my bearings are off
What a zenith of stateliness is ego mine!
Illuminating my worth, strength and charm divine;
Positioned politely it does marvels many,
When sharpened like knife or sword, harms it brings plenty...!
Enriching the attributes of my inner mind,
Keeping me socially accepted and refined;
If clipped and trimmed and efficaciously maintained,
The purpose of my life, here on earth, is attained...!
Ego left on non-channelized, is a drunk ape,
Moving mind to motifs adverse, it does escape;
Ego shorn shines like summer sun dazzling with light,
The earth turns heaven for me; I act with foresight...!
If ego is pure, I am born in life and truth,
New baptism of heavenly waters does me sooth;
Life flows flawlessly fluent like crystal-clear streams,
Guilelessness, like constellation, within me gleams...!
11 July 2022
Ego shorn, here now reborn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Ego shorn, here now reborn
By Unseeking Seeker
Ego shorn, here now reborn
Pruned gently by life’s lesson
Honed like a sheep’s curly horn
And empathy came as companion
Lower a pride to calm the tide
Allow Holy Spirit to grace and guide
For a thing that’s hard to swallow
Is just one big gulp for an ego
And for a sheared ego to be enhanced
For dignity’s intact-brace, no avalanche
Abide to what had been promised
For trust yields harmony and peace
July 11, 2022 6.41pm
when we know the light is
but see it not
we are aware of separation
from truth of our being
denied and yet we may not seek
that that is innate to us
because the entity that seeks is not
rather ego is veil of ignorance
in passivity, silence and in activity, love
these transcendent aspects illumine us
erasing narrow identity
which when drops, truth is known
in direct sight
Ceasing thinking, if so done,
is in truth coming undone,
wherein we see ego die,
that we wingless fly.
Posting then before I’m done,
the baby not quite born
Feelings chase the words I write,
—the sheep not fully shorn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)