Centred In the Void
the fiery tempest impacts us not
since we reside in the void
distanced from urges ego begot
refusing to be thus toyed
balanced in ease atop the tightrope
artistry seems magical
having long since ceased to strive and grope
one with bliss invisible
form and formless merge to become one
a domain boundaryless
nurtured by the spiritual sun
our expansion limitless
the external world soon fades
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Categories:
centred, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Heart Centred Life
Everyone has a heart for sure
pumping it's way around our frame
without it we would have no heart
then life wouldn't be the same
Your heart has at it's prime centre
the true source of vital power
there your blood pumps all alive
all shown like a colourful flower
From the heart comes all of life
out character traits all in one
whether it
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Categories:
centred, emotions, heart, life,
Form: Rhyme
Self Centred a Structured Couplet
Hard as cut stone, exact and
individual,and alone in solitary confinement
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Categories:
centred, devotion, self,
Form: Couplet
A People-Centred Philosophy
The first Magna Carta initiated and asserted,
The people-centred philosophy which was budding:
‘Cos if the law is not a moral prescription of human rights,
Then it's just an ego-trip for a any monarchy’s plights.
After life’s origin with the big-bang,
Came matter, plants and animals;
And then apes preceded neanderthals,
When *****neanderthalensis were a gang.
Homo
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Categories:
centred, appreciation, god, history, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Self-Centred Chocolate
Yummy and gooey
Self-centred choc stuck to teeth.
Sugar high on me
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Categories:
centred, allegory, introspection,
Form: Haiku
A Self Centred Creed
Life is never the same,
one moment to the next.The
day’s routine..eating, working,
playing, sleeping camaflages
the moving conveyor belt.
Dawn breaks, night falls
day upon day, week
after week. Seasons
change imperceptibly,
the length of daylight alters,
only the birds notice and
adapt. We having sheared
that link, cocooned in
a mirage of modernity,
muddle on in our delusion;
arrogant and ignorant,
trusting in a perceived
superiority, obstinately
dismissing
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Categories:
centred, life, people,
Form: Verse