Best Totality Poems
There is a God-Man from Galilee
Who totally, passionately loves me
What can I do to love Him too?
Worship, praise, steadily pursue
Let thoughts of Him be in totality
Inspired by ~Skat~'s contest
Not an entry....
Tomorrow is simply a taunt
of questions asked long ago,
maybe the anwers bring tempest
or maybe an extravaganza
ready to be played with great zeal;
relax in the shade of the chiquichiqui*
our anwers will come as they must,
with patience we'll greet the new day!
*a type of palm tree
LOVE softens the heart,
Dissipates anger,
Vanquishes hate.
It heals where it touches
Giving joy,giving life
And is manna to the soul....
Love is not self-contained,
Not captured, it is free.
It reaches in,extends out
To touch all with its'being,
It is the centre of everything...
Love never wanes
But is perpetual,
It fulfils,sustains,
Bringing order
Where there is chaos,
Calm where there is storm.
Love commands
And love is resolute.
But never unyielding.
Its' ability allies with wisdom
Its sublimity is in MERCY-
The willingness to forgive.
Mysteriously
Your endless twilight lives on
Automatically
my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow moves eastward
at a greater velocity than Earth's
rotational velocity causing travel
from East to West across the surface
the moon fully covers the sun
surrounding me on the beach
were scientists and New Agers
gravity bending light was discovered
in 1919 proving Einstein was on target
Isaac Newton discovered gravity
which philosophers and scientists
had been ruminating on for centuries
science was here to witness and confirm
my confirmation as the moon's shadow
raced ashore and the birds at sea
turned suddenly inland, that was amazing
the New Agers were hoping to witness
a promise, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
where Harmony, Understanding, No Lies
Mystic Cristal Relations, Golden Days of Living
the Minds Total Liberation
and as the light and sun disappeared
one on mushrooms declared
she had seen the face of God
confirming black and a woman
my wry comment brought glaring looks
does she look annoyed, perchance piqued
they would not miss my observations
a few days passed before all left
i had my beach and pueblo back
the mercado had toilet paper
i had breakfast in peace at last
Conchita's taco stand normal
men discussing fishing, politics
children at play purchasing churros
here it is 32 Years later
and the Age of Aquarius
is pretty much the same old crap
humans are cute and predictable
to be avoided, why i so relate
to Ferdinand the Bull, loved that cartoon
i am watching a movie
Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are walking a lane
once they were upon opposite shores
they have finally come to terms on marriage
this is a mystery to me
why did God so love us
he blessed us with the ability to love
why it is the greatest of them all
why it does not require mushrooms
to see God, if one cares to look
only the Blind in the Heart cannot see
He is the metronome dancing in the trees
only those Deaf in Spirit
cannot hear Him speak in the wind
wandering thru the meadow
and in all of the senses
love is the sweetest taste of all
OKC 8/12
get in the mood at Youtube:
The 5th Dimension Age of Aquarius 1969
weighing the total sum of existence
is not a skill which is given to us
lying well beyond realm of human minds
even those of prophets and wunderkinds
requiring eternal omnipotence
along with very dogged fixedness
on the tracking of every single change
within unending universe of strange
perhaps why all the gods are too busy
to notice devotees in a tizzy
over all who will not follow their rules
deride and treat them as self-righteous fools
certainly some will call this blasphemy
which should result in incapacity
removal of the right to live and breathe
to do any ungodly thing I please
while others may react slightly more gentle
needing to indoctrinate this fellow
fill me to the brim with scriptures and verse
before my condition becomes much worse
coming right back to the totality
that driving need to measure all which be
inevitably to count, sift and sort
that which their true religion should abort
keeping it all very crisp, neat and clean
creating an accounting-of-souls dream
I for one have no evil scheme or wish
within the sacrilegious pond to fish
fully content to not bother the gods
measuring of totality and odds
When it all appears to you, Then we'll start to fade
Throes upon the stack of all this language we engraved,
We're closer to the moon, Expose to the eyes of space
Praying it takes us back enough to save us from another day.
When it all disappears to you, Then we all look dismayed,
Throngs along the pack desolve a language we create,
We are closer to the sun, Exposure to the time in space,
Praying it takes us back even if our angels wings are fake.
I know--wrong from the start,
for who might dare to seek, to share
a summary of paradise revealed
from just a breath of the divine
whatever that might be.
It has to do with silence--
readiness to listen as
a cup of graciousness is poured
somewhere beyond the world we know,
beyond all time and space. Each one of us,
completion of the universe, each one
of absolute necessity, unborn
unending--recipient of a beneficence
that reaches joyfully across
the galaxies forever. With a creation
ever new, they too without an end.
Such the antidote for sleepless nights.
Slipping away, awareness of the self,
eclipsed in awe that Dr. Dyer knew,
it is creation ever new, yet formed
a thousand ages past in tumbling space
ourselves conmingled, in totality.
I covet peace in every heart,
indeed my own as well, outgoing
with the consciousness of wisdom,
knowing arms are not for taking
but receiving all the joy contained
within the solitary act of love.
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OUR TINY LITTLE MOON CIRCLES THE EARTH.
IT'S BEEN DOING SO SINCE THE TIME OF IT'S BIRTH.
FOR FOUR BILLION YEARS SOME WILL SAY FIVE.
OUR TINY LITTLE PLANET IS STILL HERE ALIVE.
THE GREAT STATE OF IDAHO STOOD RIGHT IN THE PATH.
ONCE IN A LIFETIME IF YOU WORK OUT THE MATH.
TREASURE THE YEAR TWENTY SEVENTEEN.
MILLIONS GATHERED TO WITNESS THE SCENE.
THE MONTH WAS AUGUST ON THE TWENTY-FIRST DAY.
POET MICHAEL E. HARRIS DESCRIBED IT THIS WAY.
IN A TINY LITTLE PLACE, IN A TOWN NAMED WEISER.
I STOPPED TO WITNESS A REAL CROWD TEASER.
THE MOON WILL PASS BETWEEN EARTH AND SUN.
AND JUST FOR A MOMENT IT ALL BECOMES ONE.
DAY AND NIGHT AT THE VERY SAME TIME.
THE STARS COME OUT TO SPARKLE AND SHINE.
BIRDS WILL STOP CHIRPING THE TEMPS WILL COOL DOWN.
TOTAL AMAZEMENT WHEN YOU LOOK UP FROM THE GROUND
The riot was within.
Not getting along with social
revolution you would lie
on purple patch without seeking
any privy.
Who were the barbarians
which were going to release
the brutal pattern of bloodshed
during sunset on
the lake ?
A mistrial will dispatch
the violence and you will drop
dead on the dirt path leading
to bed of roses. A theme will
wait for the signing of the book.
Someone punched you in solar
plexus. You said, I don’t
die daily to live.
Satish Verma
"The totality
with reference to the time
from starting to the end
of wishes, desires and passions is called life"
momentary clarity
seeing i’m human after all
grandeur drowned in mortality
i am all totality
i’m nothing at all
yes, feeling small
the largest of feelings
the hardest for telling
foretelling my futures
complexity looming
chaos consuming
hope always blooming
at the last minute
not done till i’m finished
never give up the ghost
just because you’ve lost hope
over the horizon
fixing my eyes again
flesh spirit battle weary
soul, hold me, onward dreary
love, you’re a mystery
a curse and a gift to me
the wind that keeps lifting me
the waves always drifting me
connected to feeling
in body, in realness
ethereal madness
fading some, can i grasp this
can you grasp?
i don’t ask this
my last breath, my life passed then
never to ask when
in an age, in an afternoon
breath fleeting leaving soon
inspiration the gentle moon
good night sweetly gripping me
i am all totality
("Anagogical Moments Merit Badge", 2011, original oil)
A Totalitarian Totality
Have you ever wondered why so many these days
Are trying to save the world,
Tell you what to think, or say or do
And cancel you when you say no, or simply why?
The short answer is that’s just what totalitarians do,
Totalitarian control and conformity
Being their highest agenda after all.
Does it matter if they are right
And you are wrong?
Of course not since truth is now a relative thing
Yours and/or mine being just ‘our truth’.
But if a truth is simply our truth,
As an equally valid subjective take on reality,
Leaving its objective merit apparently up to majority rule,
Then what has become of objective truth,
You know the old fashioned kind
Which doesn’t rely on causes and conditions
Doesn’t need to be learned or defended to be
Simply THE truth?
That is so 20th century!
We live now in a Brave New World
Where our individual courage and integrity
Is never in question since it’s never required.
In a world of only relative truths
Everything exists on a spectrum
With the full rainbow of sights and sounds welcome
At least in theory if not in practice.
When was the last time you saw a sign saying,
“Gays for Hitler!”
While you now see them saying, “Gays for Hamas”,
When Hitler and Hamas are in essence the same?
But that’s the crux isn’t it?
A truly tolerant and inclusive world view
Would embrace it all
As equally true (thus assumedly valid),
But that’s not how the real world operates
Nor how anyone wants it to.
Objective truth might be an inherently difficult thing to define,
But a simple thought experiment as the above
Shows us that our gut knows
What our head can so easily confuse.
What else is out there?
What else is there to know?
Comrade, rest easy, those questions
Are above our pay-grade.
Just wait until the authorities
tell us what to think, say and do.
We wouldn't want you cancelled too...
(8/19/24)
Postured wherewithal's
infant eyes give parental praise
we gleam togetherness
Throughout the gloom of dreary nights the moon
Can be a heartening light.' So who'd attempt in breaking through
The heavy clouds? that dulled the sight of many crowds
That stayed within divisive walls; of fright, that helped division!
That deadened our calls' as mediums minions chanted on..!
T V and radio 24 hours long.' Promising that death would
Come too; and through each stubborn one? Who refused
From pharmica the narco potion ( directive from the commisarry) oh
Such commotion'
And yet heros (for all a'rose) one being Jhon O'Loony,.'his name
Derived from the moon.' He would truly peirce the
Covid gloom. Great effort had; he made in step with other peers
To assay the facts.' And allay the fears.! With study and
From science, that they'd found they began to illuminate
Dark grounds. That ghouls had intended not be found.! Yet despite this.
The gallant band of four' had compiled of evidence galore!
To now expose each 'hidden medical door' in a work of
Historical gravity' that unravelled to all 'dark mystery' I am
Honoured to say I have met (this man!) A a bluff hearty
Cove..And just the type to make such a stand.' Direct of eye
And firm of hand' now making 'great shakes' from a
Meticlous counter-plan' to alert humanity with his chosen
Band.' I give you Jhon O'Loony.' in whom i found no false
Air, or crude buffoonery, yet rather a studied most sober guy! with
A face of care, and bright most friendly, piercing eyes.!