Best Unalloyed Poems
The flame of awareness is held by God,
which we cognise when fickle mind is still,
that ego vaporised, frigid heart thawed,
dove of love perches on soul’s window sill.
There is in truth nothing we need to do,
save remaining poised in the vibrant void,
mindfully sensing throb of bliss renew,
revealing our pristine Self unalloyed.
Thoughts are the blockage and once we know this,
feeling, not thinking, head and heart linking,
we are bestowed by Divine Mother kiss,
shifting us to awareness unblinking.
The difficulty is in letting go ~
Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow
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Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow,
which reworded means we cease to exist,
save as a love mist reflecting God’s glow,
melding with vast space, ceasing to resist.
Now since we do not wish to disappear,
we continue flirtation with desire,
dwelling in darkness and harbouring fear,
remaining thus in bondage till we tire.
On realising there’s nothing out there,
we finally stop struggling and striving,
turning inward and becoming aware,
of lower mind and ego conniving.
For God it is enough, that we seek Him ~
It matters not if sight of soul is dim
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It matters not if sight of soul is dim,
provided our heart is childlike and pure,
by day and night singing for God a hymn,
weeding away lust, making soul demure.
What happens then is this, suffused with bliss,
all nodes within form dance in unison;
the serpent rises, with a benign hiss
and we reclaim light of the central sun.
Our transmutation thus as living light,
is done when we choose with God to entwine,
whereupon we’re graced with spherical sight
and with His law of love gently align.
Beholding soul’s light within, we are awed ~
The flame of awareness is held by God
O' Salty tear, a mere clear drop that you are
You've emerged for a million different reasons
many of which only the shedder knows
for you've emerged in all seasons.
The season of sadness or reason of joy
the tears of grief and the tears of joy
You and your unalloyed saline taste
thou art' but an emotional waste.
O'Salty tear each time you drop into oblivion
why not vanish away with your shedder's grief?
I tell you O' tear if you're to take my opinion
oughtn't you grant your shedder full relief?
Ah but thou art' a ceaseless ocean in reserve and store
No one can be sure, he'll cry no more
When you trickle down those sad upturned lips
we know destiny perhaps made those painful slips!
You are the raindrops of a grief-clouded heart
You do emerge when two lovers have to part
Help your shedder turn over a new leaf
so you're associated less with grief.
I've watched many a jilted lover
weep all alone by the sea-side most sorrowfully
and watched tears glide down noses or pince-nez
as their salty tears merged into the salty sea.
O' Salty tear but it's time you learnt to wash away
all and any poignancy from your shedder's heart
and be such a buddy who never wishes to meet again
the tearful shedder from whom you depart!
Would an ocean form created by ditched lovers
if someone collected their fallen tears?
Hey children! Listen, I miss your zeal.
The world inside your mobile is surreal.
Look up!
See, I have fixed stronger glasses on my windows,
Get hold of your cricket kit, come back on the street,
I miss watching your games.
I won’t mind, smash all my window panes.
Hackneyed messages,
Dollops of unalloyed twaddle
Tides of trifling emotions!
Baby! You are locked inside your mobile.
Look up!
See, the stadium looks so barren!
Without your mischiefs and fun,
Your irritating jibber- jabber and nonstop run.
I won’t mind, come on burst my eardrum.
Your friends, your pictures, games, tweets and stories
You live in a fantasy world, that’s absolutely unsavoury.
Step back into this beautiful life, create beautiful memories.
Look up!
Don’t waste your time and energy.
Live for a cause, get up and push back your lethargy.
Open the notebook of your life,
Fill it with love, fame and prosperity.
No matter what! You shall thrive.
Don’t be a slave to mobile,
Life isn’t a game!
Dear! You have to survive, mobiles exists just to give a little respite!
11/04/2019
Never shed your skin
like snakes often do. You lose
your core sense of self;
large chunks of it
wearing an ersatz skin.
Being precisely yourself
is being blissfully free.
Are you free? At peace?
Does your soul dance
with unalloyed contentment?
If false, why not be
the same face staring back at you
in the mirror? Why not be
the same beautifully
imperfect you in solitude?
Be content wearing only
your own mask. So what
if its cracked? Your skin
is the only one you need.
Stay as you are; not less,
or greater than, or a carbon copy.
Lest you become a stranger
in your own life; a prisoner
in your own skin.
Submitted for...
Strand Select M,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 02/12/2020
Date written: 08/27/2019
What was once important is now mundane,
since we look neither ahead nor behind,
resplendent in light of Self, free from stain,
with pulsations of divine will aligned.
There is no time, yet dream images flow,
enlivening existence with their glow
and yet they are but shimmers in the void,
orbiting our heart, pure and unalloyed.
What regrets remain to repair,
which requires estranged souls to pair,
that thus so garnering clear sight,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light?
Whence unshackled from our mind tree,
though dwelling in form, soul is free
and as in time, peaks bliss delight,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light.
Transformed by love’s magnetic burn,
soul transmutes in mind-body urn;
when our aura’s hue becomes white,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light.
To reclaim our Self unalloyed,
we choose to plunge into the void,
whereupon from heavenly height,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light.
soma nectar drips
from head to jugular notch
savoured by both heart and navel
as our formless presence keeps watch
multiple nodes light up
in the luminous head ovoid
the soul star chakra hovers above
as light of the Self pure and unalloyed
Uncompromising, hard society standards
and the rocky nature of some relationships
tend to hem me in from many directions.
Yet, the inlet of ideas, surges or in trickles;
The circumstances which either influence
or cause turbulence in my otherwise
placid existence; The outlet of thoughts:
my actions and reactions in need, in fear
in sadness, out of joy, out of the abundance
of my heart, all these things not only shaped me
to what I am now, but also help me thrive.
Daily ablation help remove the weight of excess,
connections which do not help but bring harm.
I reach into the deepest recesses of my being
with a gushing forth spring - fresh, nourishing.
Looking up toward the waters upon the heavens,
I send my unalloyed gratitude with the wind.
In return, I receive strength and renewal –
in soft rain, in torrents. I do not dry up.
After: Lake by Georgia Engelhard
For Debbie Guzzi's Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Poets, Ten Days - Painting No. 4
Kim Patrice Nunez
10 January 2016
Today, I feel a great strength!
It is the same strength, that every two feel,
(when, at last, they are brought together, again)
Who were forged together
In the Great Central Sun of Being.
Two unalloyed opposites drawn
In fiery gledes
From the same metal,
Pure at its beginning…
One… become Two.
“In the Beginning, God created Man in his own Image,
Male and Female created he them…”
Today, I feel a great strength,
And I celebrate our coming together,
Like two irresistible magnets
This is a Destiny
Of every two,
For We Are Not Alone…
“It is not good that the Man should be Alone. I will make him an helpmeet…”
Out of One Metal,
The Great Smith poured Two Halves
Into separate molds,
Again, and again, and again, and again…
Until every Individuation of Himself was a Pair,
Perfect and Shining and Each, Glowing with an Opposite Heat
To the other.
No Pair the Same as any other Pair,
Trillions of Twos,
Ultimately Unseperable,
“What God has joined together, let no man set asunder…”
Today, the Best Day of the Year,
Is Our Easter and Our Christmas,
And I celebrate our coming together again,
A Two become One,
In One Great Union of Lights,
A Marriage of Twin Opposites, Male and Female, I and You,
For we cannot be separated!
It makes no matter that you have flown Beyond,
Beyond the veil of the lowly flesh,
And I remain below,
One on this side of the River,
And One on That side,
One in the murk,
And One in the Light,
For I am Your Magnet in the Earth, my Love!
And You are My Magnet in the Sky,
And we are eternally joined by the Light of the Heart
Of the Great Central Sun
Today, I celebrate our coming together,
For we can never
Be Undone!
Two become One!
It’s the Best Day of the Year!
4/13/2019
Patronize me not because your feet ride in new heels
In a flurry of moves to prop the ego
That in a hurry kills
Dreams and creams in streams of unwise steps you and I can forgo
To pave the way clear
For you and I to step up gears
In thoughts and plans you and I hold dear
Despite uncried tears and unseen fears
You and I can do without
To grow a little warmer
Snipping frills, nipping in the bud any lingering doubt
About the role of a reformer
Who when the going gets rough
In real time or at a later stage
Claims you and I don’t possess the stuff
To engage and manage intricate matters when on the verge
Of putting the icing on our cake
Knees collapse as you and I lapse
Into making the most elementary mistake
That perhaps
Sets us back months of careful diplomacy
In our march forward towards the consolidation of the relationship we treasure
When unalloyed gynocracy
Sails, nails, wails and mails nonsense beyond measure
Ensconced in manifestations of self adulation
In whose sludge you and I indulge
To promote moves whose undulation, moderation and modulation
Multiply errors to ensure our collective failures bulge.
Belief in existence overtakes the tangibility of truth,
seeds of falsehood and preconception sown in innocence of youth,
Buying evry ounce of honey-coated hypocrisy,
Selling and meeting every demand,
Leading an army of sycophants,
no reason for honor or deference to stand,
Concealing infinite truth on a long forgotten dusty shelf,
Forging allegory while spinning corrupt candor manufactured to permeate the secret self,
Silver tongues and sticky fingers peddle fool's gold and misinformation,
Significant reality on a permanent vacation,
Integrity a fable told, consigned to childhood,
Double talk and double standards are currency traded for caring falsehood,
Gleaming society flashing avarice and deference, saccharine diamonds left in the sun,
Attaining complacent contentment assuring the faithless agenda won,
On the heels of the Pied Piper readily seduced into following any leader, Altruism blurred and abandoned thought obscured by a progressive impeder, an analog nightmare distorts palpable fidelity guiding deeply jaded virtue into a pawn,
Subdued acquiescence is the genocide of sincerity everything unalloyed lost in the nuclear dawn,
Beguiled by fallible evidence felt only in blind eyes,
Calculating principals lure yielding vacant idol worshipers along to hungrily devour the sweetest cotton candy lies.
Uneasy calm!The crystal ball of clearity incompletely serened atmosphere for
serious,sensible decision making.A profane confirmation of black or white,
narrow or wide,positive,negative or neutral response.A turning point!
Uneasy calm!Pervades the air in an atmosphere of temporary settled confusion,
upheaval and general uncertainties awaiting a definite final answer.Certainly a
concise decision must follow;the starting point of chains of reactions.
Uneasy calm!The think thank of all the egg heads of all world opinion leaders
and eiderstate's men.Clear mindedness is the game.No mistakes!Could be
costly!All details must be censored and put in place now.Alright!
Uneasy calm!A situation that calls for serious sober reflections and concise
collation of all relevant statistics,logistics and vital necessary information to forge
ahead.The complete picture of the expressed definite answer.
Uneasy calm!Your dimensions are multifaroius.Good or bad!Peace or war!
Enjoyment or suffering!You have the final answer.Egg heads!You cannot afford to
make mistakes at this point.No!No!!No!!!Not at all.We count on you.
Uneasy calm!Dialogue,compromise,fairplay and finding alternative lasting
solutions to problem solving is your best option.War is completely out of the
game!Reason!There are millions of positive options at your disposal.Choose!
Uneasy calm!Your best choice is satety of human life's and peace for all nations.
This is the only antidote and best tonic for the world at the moment.Peace!Peace!!
Peace!!! is golden.Embrace it!
Uneasy calm!Your only legacy is an unalloyed world stability and unity among all
nations.Nobody is screening or judging anybody.Everybody has a right to his own
opinion!Pick the positive ones to move the world forward.Calm down!Embrace
peace always.
Uneasy calm!The world is an egg that is placed delicately in your hands for
keeps at the moment.It must not break.Scrutinize and weigh all options very
well.Your time must be remembered for good.
Uneasy calm!You are close to the best options.Use all machinery at your
disposal.human resources and ideas,technology and fine details firmly on
ground
to move forward.The world is at your mercy.Restrain!
Smilingly the broken heart!
For your Days are off,
You! Broken heart!
Brought failure in life
The broken heart of yours, will never find concord!
You found her unalloyed!
Yet tortured her to expiry
Like fighting with Ohio *****
Dirge her cheeks daily
You ruffian monster
Let your heart not respite!
What was up?
No admiration even little!
Acting like a juvenile
Yet escaped the wedding?
Lucas 13.102017
Based from experience
surfing the bardo in deep trance
before me appeared the goat head
I glanced at Baphomet askance
afraid to be by his hand led
as he pointed out at five gates
where dreams within dreams hypnotise
domains where dark desire checkmates
our soul’s light which first ebbs then dies
on waking up from this dark dream
a line of thought occurred to me
on what if life is a thought stream
for here too soul’s light I don’t see
so deepening contemplation
I paused in the vast vibrant void
poised therein in thought cessation
whence I saw soul’s light unalloyed
as pure awareness self-aware
drenched in bliss mists feeling complete
in a realm outside time and space
I remained still there as a dare
aligned with love’s sublime bliss beat
whence beholding clearly God’s face
with His heartbeat I chose to pair
exchanging a playful love tweet
entwined with Him in close embrace
“We can ascend, if we so choose
Making love and light, our heart’s muse”
~ quote by poet
Holy Spirit works upon feeble form,
without employing any use of force,
thus progress is faster, if we conform.
Soul turns inward when heart’s filled with remorse,
disillusioned with the world external,
living internally, changing life’s course.
The fire of desire is hell infernal
but no sooner we befriend the vast void,
we imbibe rapture of bliss eternal.
Benign bliss burns see delusion destroyed,
whence our soul’s light shines, pure and unalloyed.