Cajoles Poems - Poems about Cajoles

...“Let silence teach”, the master said “that soul may be by God’s hand fed, whence graced by His touch, we ascend, on choosing to be by love led.” Inertia cajoles us to blend with the crowd that......

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...I used to make up excuses I would have a funeral, a wedding, a cruise, something Whenever I did not want to do something I would get coaxed and cajoled, and sometimes would give in Despising my......

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...The ancient scriptures are both boon and bane on one hand holding out a ray of hope yet also becoming a thought form chain letting us not with light of truth elope. Each breath we take anchors us......

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...divine magnetism that enlivens our soul cajoles presence to compose a bliss beat in sublime sacred geometry that makes us whole dancing to a rhythm radiating love’s heat so simply by setting up ......

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...a robin chirping near the window serves up a delicious bit of melancholy on the living room floor an air mattress quietly cajoles my sciatic nerve this place, this home, this abode the resu......

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...ephemeral are objects heart desires fleeting is joy and lingering is pain cause of suffering is seeking outcomes ignorance is our sin, desire the chain simply recognising that body-mind is an ......

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...Here now we live in body-mind, wherein our heart, loving and kind, cajoles us to slow down life’s pace, free from feral cravings that bind. Be this as it may, life’s rat race, estranges us fro......

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...resting endowed functionality as bestowed by the universe a stirring yet arises in the heart to emote a melodious verse humming pulse of innate aliveness cajoles us to dance on life’s stage ......

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...be receptive dear soul to the caress divine at play within feel the hum of bliss magnetism enlivening organic form melding with vast space a deep peace fills us as we bilocate ......

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...Bliss furrows burrow deep under our skin, fire of sun cooled by moon’s soothing nectar, whence soul’s light can no longer be boxed-in, surging forth piercing each body vector. The coo of love c......

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...“I’m a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which” ~ James A. Owen As the soul by free will, chose to descend, that contrast be felt, thus be known in fullness, no option r......

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...Hidden from perdition disguising me again Final thorn of life’s florescence trapped within her pen Darker than the madness eternity cajoles The pathway to forbidden fruit — her masquerad......

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...There’s something about a sonnet that grips our heart, that cajoles our mind to be still, even as a song appears on our lips, of its own accord, in rhythm with God’s will. We begin not knowing ......

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...words we pen may seem a bit zen but unless polarities mingle heart will feel not the bliss tingle at best what is pointed out to ignition that does renew in carefree play within cajole......

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...a silent, blissful hum makes us feel complete divine entwined, we become epitome of rapture, bliss replete we attempt but cannot translate how nodes within form glisten magnetic care......

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