Best Unclenched Poems
”Be still and know we are as He
Vibrant presence, blissful and free”
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Mistakenly believing
We are this body-mind
We remain in grip of ego’s bind
Until from void, clear truth cleaving
We’re here, we indulge, then pause
Web of thought spirals spawned
That with cloak of love donned
We see soul growth as life’s cause
Pendulum moves left, to go right
Stillness in motion
Sans ego commotion
Granting us here and now clear sight
Open heart and unclenched fist
Making ourselves porous
Manifests within, a bliss torus
If we but cease to resist
26-August-2022
An unclenched fist and open heart
The way we live our life
Knowing all souls one, none apart
We’re free from narrow strife
Content the way things are
Although we do not spar
We’ve slowly come afar
No to do list
An unclenched fist
16-January-2022
Quietus
Daddy went hunting.
Mamma went too.
Daddy got a deer,
but Mamma got two.
Mamma told her story
while Daddy stood by
looking like at any time
he was gonna cry.
We all thought "He's jealous
he only got one."
But, Daddy had a reason
he didn't shoot his gun.
The buck was at his blind.
He seen him at close range.
The path was clear and all at once
Daddy felt something strange.
He knew that she was waiting
over in her stand.
He had bagged so many deer.
Her fate was in his hands.
He tossed a stick to scare the deer.
He sat and watched it run.
He prayed she wouldn't miss her shot
(OR HER HUNTING DAYS WERE DONE!)
He sat patiently waiting
for the gunshot near her stand.
When he heard her yell "I GOT ONE!"
he finally unclenched his hands.
The deer was his gift to her
although she never knew,
why Daddy only got one deer
and she got two.
The feeling is deep inside
Calling as a helpless innocent guilt
It has become too much for me
Falling down like a cracking mountain
I imagine it as a scarlet, an unclenched stain.
Becoming a slave to my freedom
I want to be cleanse and nothingless.
Regardless my faith, I still hope
Rescue me oh you in charge
Driving to and fro in a mind of a wales
How scary I am? When the hands are tighted.
Wasting a precious breath, so unfair
The past hunts, wondering if I can take it off.
How often the present of injustice
The incured heart burns aloud, the future is damn.
Recuse me, oh you in charge.
OH LORD My Prayer, Oh Lord My Refuge.
The firmament graced, you are the one.
You maketh right, when all seem brightly spilts
My abilities are captured, blindly running in a darkest mist.
Down to naughty, I know you can help the Sinking thought.
How the ocean flows daily without perceiving
I am in the wind that fallen in the deep
The desert is dry, why many are slowly dying?
Recuse me oh you in charge
The whole of days is a wholly of pains
Bitter days, when the escape me is in prison
I cared that's why I am calling
You are pure, to bring wholeness down to the ridge.
Your smell of kindness is what retain nature
The sun and the moon you saved, why not my days?
They're pretty in Smile, why holding mine.
Recuse me oh you in charge
Recuse me oh you in charge
My fists, I will not raise
Unclenched, they will not change
For a fight you may desire
Though a fighter, I am not
Blood, I will draw none
Courage, there is no question
Possess it, I do
Though wisdom, is mine to
Another day, I wish to see
Neither in a cage, nor with a broken limb
A hero, is not my dream
Thoughts, will not shape my being
For leave, I will always
Walk or run, I care not
My life's value knows no pace
My enemy, he may believe
Hatred, he may feel
Though cold, I will not turn
For faith in him, I still own
As my love for humanity, continues to grow
~The Pacifist Poet~
Form:
Kundalini - Divine Mother
Forged from earth’s crust, we are but dust
Deluded heart, enslaved by lust
We flounder about, incomplete
Till spurred by kundalini’s thrust
Ego’s ways lead but to defeat
Best we surrender at God’s feet
Emptiness within magnetised
Dancing to the divine bliss beat
False mind dies, nothing’s weighed or sized
In timeless time, God’s realised
Heart’s living light, essence of soul
In Holy Spirit’s stream baptised
As we gently enact life role
Divine Mother’s touch makes us whole
The gist is this, cease to resist
Making God-connect, our sole goal
Open heart and an unclenched fist
Transmutes us here, as a love mist
Boundaries blur, nodes within stir
Bliss beats unendingly persist
11-May-2022
HMS, Rhymezone
Rubaiyat Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kundalini
This is the second half, read part one before this
...This life was unlike others, not ripe, not light
We curs't them, 'stood not their mutual blight
There was a strange ambience, a UV map
of Pyrrhic love, a Stygian rapt
We could not believe it, to see it borne
Their darkness their cynic, their muse of thorns
The thorns so thick, so spiny so brutal
Their thicket so dark, impenetrable
Then two years were spent, were lost were gone
And they then stood gasping, fought out, forlorn
For a moment, a second, a damned micron
They thought it was pointless, a habit to be torn
In their eyes the glow faded and dimmed
Their embrace unclenched, they step't out for a swim
They said for a moment, that moment thus spent
"Is it not to be, my love, princess?"
"No, my heart, my life, it isn't."
Thunder failed, fires paled and banked
Storms rolled back, to join their ranks
The sun shone watery, clear, pale
We all rejoiced to see it fail
Yet when came night the dark, the cold
He stepped to their kingdom, arms out, to hold
His eyes glowed again, eager for dark eyrie
His blood tingled for her sweet evil sincer'ty
He waited but briefly, even brief too much
Two days too long even without her touch
He crashed out to find her, his life, dark love
He swept about, caught in morass, in mud
Where did she go, she left, departed
She said they were safer, alone, thus parted
The waves crashed down, destroyed the kingdom
Time smoothed the sand, waited for the new one
A drum of rain on window pane
A streak of tears, of dripping rain
A power melted, now cool, urbane
A life now gone, now leeched, now strained
A slipping sliding treach'rous lane
A fading, ripping, tearing, pain
A spectat'r watches, smiles, blames
A future deprived, no glory...
Mundane.
If I had a star for every moment I wasn't what I could be,
I would hang them all high,
Fists unclenched,
Only to have a wonder,
As bright as Montana big sky,
And there in the midst of the other side of day,
I'd hold on so closely,
To the splendor,
The absoluteness of a dream,
That is only but kismet,
For the comforts I've seen,
But if there's darkness,
Void of cool light,
Or I've taken for granted,
Unbeknownst to me,
Then I'll give it all back,
I'll pluck down my stars stuffed in pockets and hands,
And pay back the world that I've wronged,
With all that I have.
Allegiances, they pledge; my side, theirs
My trust, unconditional
Acceptance preceding perfection
Their appreciation shown, their truth unknown.
With them, are my woes no more
Unrestrained is my voice, in their presence
Insults do we barrage, none to harsh
Joy is embraced, smiles reflected.
When my steps are unheard, their cloaks disappear
My oppositions they sought, my closet they open
The war incited, buried in yellow carnations
Our fists, unclenched; my wounds too deep.
Disloyalty, a constriction to my heart
Their red hands, an intervention to my faith.
The man with the plastic face
He has cloudy, liquid eyes
His fibre moustache and the thick dense fog
Strengthen his disguise
As he stops to check the time
His circuits start to glow
Then a figure comes to greet him
With a face he used to know
It's a face in a leather case
It's a face he used to own
It's a face that moved through time and space
And now he's come to take it home
There was a subtle smell of sulphur
As he made time stand still
He unclenched his plastic hand
To expose a yellow pill
Then his sub processor skipped
To where it all began
To a time before his micro chips
When he was still a man
I shall wander the sand dunes
and cotton fields of my youth,
eyes wide and hands unclenched
to finally face the truth.
I shall fly upon my angel wings
to find the Alpine pass
that Hannibal crossed in legend's lore
upon the elephant's back.
I will face the Elders Council
without fear, but with respect,
my questions straightforward,
their answers, circumspect.
The halo I have worn aslant
since time and thought began,
shall once again shine golden light
upon my fellow man.
With calm immortal patience,
I wait in fields of flowers wild,
and when we are as one again,
all will be reconciled.
©Danielle White
an unclenched fist
unresisting
love’s gist is this
13-March-2023
an unclenched fist
we resist not
love’s gist is this
06-March-2023
Loosen up a bit,
that head and heart fit
in cauldron of love,
working hand in glove.
Immersed in worship,
with love our flagship,
once our fist’s unclenched,
heart becomes bliss drenched.
We ascend with ease,
on choosing release,
from patterns of old
glued in ego’s mould.
For God to appear,
relinquish each fear
and gently align
under His love sign.
08-August-2022
at cremation ground
the flames were creating
strange words
he stood still, in void, between unfenced tears
there was no need to question the answers,
kicking up the history, of crossing the bridge
over the river of annihilation
of self, making a gift of forked tongue
of cobra, spiteful, as an old virgin
it was over without thinking, scribbling
on the margin, his name in different inks
a young smell floats an funny rocks of
events and the fish swims in eyes of dead
foetus in womb, with unclenched fists
SATISH VERMA