Best Stoop Poems

Hopefully, Old Man Winter has had his final fling!
Now, from my stoop I can relish the coming of spring!
I can watch as nature awakens and begins anew its birth.
From my perch I enjoy simple things of which there is no dearth.

A pair of squirrels entertain...

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Upon choosing to surrender,
we feel within, soundless thunder;
Holy Spirit moistens dry beaks,
as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks!

Cleansed of erst feral residue,
love glistens like the morning dew;
there then are no energy leaks,
as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks!

Shedding lust, we’re a child again,
measuring neither loss...

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Knowing eye of the hurricane is still,
Heart’s tranquil in the void of cessation,
Simply allowing God to do His will.

All that’s manifest, is God’s creation.
The table’s laid, everything’s ready made;
Heart’s tranquil in the void of cessation.

We search for joy, that with time does not fade;
Enabled when...

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In a world gone by,
               there was the “Stoop “
More than just front steps
               The place for...

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Rose from her dreams

Flourished against centuries of inaction

Broke the spell of inactivity and

Showed the confident strength of maturity.

 

The cultural, the mature world

Crossed the eternal ocean of pain

But that disaster couldn’t stop her there

And she sparkled, with Asia flaunting this asset.

 

Engineering, Medical, Fashion and...

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Why do we rebel
when bliss beats propel
our soul?
Know God does indwell
each and every cell.
Our role
is just to dispel,
dark fears that repel;
love troll.

We cannot control,
bliss scriptures extol.
To rise,
peep through love’s keyhole;
there’s then no loophole,
monk wise!
Love does love cajole
to here now unroll,
heart’s prize.

Heed not ego’s cries
as they...

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Spiritual practice is doomed from the start,
since any ritual involves our doership
and therefore unless ego’s made to depart,
futile is our meditation or worship,
unless ofcourse we choose to add love to cart,
exiting shallow game of one-upmanship,
whereupon once no agenda is tabled,
by God's grace, soul's ascension is...

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truth if we’d know
stop thoughts flowing
lie low awhile

12-May-2023...

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Limited is lower mind’s cognition
Yet it chooses not to, with heart confer
Pitiful’s become, our soul’s condition
Ego’s ignorance, casts on love a slur
Navigating life, like an amateur 
When head melds with heart, erect is our stance
Surrendering, in childlike trust demure
God’s grace in-pours, when ends our resistance...

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If I ever stoop
Only to pick a fallen flower
Not to pluck from its branch

If I ever stoop
Only to raise a man
Not to disgrace his fallen state

If I ever stoop
Only to nurse the pain
Not to cause the pain

If I ever stoop
Only to pray for all
Not to...

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We stay adamant;
We stay arrogant;
Knowing not to stoop,
We create a sham loop.

If we stoop, we will rise,
Battering the web of lies;
Original things seldom glitter;
The things with glow are often bitter.

Hence, outshine inward,
Battling against the outward;
Life's a massive marathon race;
Stoop, rise, be full of grace....

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it the place we keep
we sit and meet
cold or hot
its our block
we chat a lot
on newyears we toot
on the
STOOP...

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In Brooklyn, there were lots of stoops,
Most often used for sitting,
Or else as fields for stoop ball,
Where Spaldeens* would do our bidding.

You didn’t need a friend to play – 
Just threw that ball, renouncing
Your expertise if you could only
Catch it after bouncing.

We had no use...

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brain block / humble pie
fear noose / shadows die
stillness / surrender
light dawns / wingless fly

22-May-2023
Wujue...

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Weeping Willows droop,

swaying umbrella's umbra,

whispering trees stoop....

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