A guide and protector -
I’m a soul connector
and your pain is known to me.
From mates I rarely stray;
in waves I love to play.
Join me! Find joy in the sea.
The success of a family
Is not based on talent
But by virtue and passion
Love is the nucleus that mend
All the relationship that binds
Every member to keep in touch
And contribute the welfare of everyone
Commitment is the first advantage
To make the ties strong
Loyalty is the energy that goes
Everyone's affection keep burning
Cooperation is the connector
That makes every member jive unity
In making things end meet
The success and failure of the family
Depend upon the leader that is working
Planning, initiating, and executing fairness
Intelligent, divisive and good governance
In making life, business and relationship
Alive, attainable, sustainable, dependable
Harmonious, relatable and fruitful life.
In pure solitude, where the wilderness stretches,
I find myself without the burden of worldly duties, just me and my thoughts,
Whispers rising like mist from a tranquil lake at dawn,
The intimate sources of the soul reveal their deep calling,
My response intertwines with the lives surrounding me, understanding,
That the earth is the great connector of existences, source and destination,
It, the healer and restorer, bringer of life from death,
Where illness turns into health, and old age into youth.
In this eternal dance of renewal, I feel part of a whole,
Listening to the stones as they tell their story in deep silence,
How the wind carries my memories on its unseen wings,
Every blade of grass sings the hymn of rebirth under the vast sky,
In this flow of endless thoughts, I contemplate the miracle of nature,
Which becomes my home and altar, and I, a silent witness,
Find my place in the cosmic symphony, losing and finding myself,
At the same time, part of the uninterrupted miracle of life.
Don't know if I've ever told you before
But I'm the creative director
Of our cool little community newspaper
It's quite the people connector
It's all about events and the 'goings on'
That interest the local folks
But I'm not averse to lighting things up
With an abundance of silly jokes
Keeps me out of damn mischief each day
Instead of walking the streets
Scaring the little old ladies half to death
Offering them goodies and sweets
Guess I sound like a lecherous old man
But I do get lonely at times
That's when wifey chains me to the porch
But I'm a sweet old loveable kind!
So it's finally out, now you guys can see
When not concocting silly rhymes
Try hard to find ways to amuse myself
Till wifey calls me in at nine!
She no longer felt taunted by the race of it all
Could not sit around and watch a life fly by, before her eyes
An unkept promise used to keep her up at night
Sense of trust - absent, lingered on like strayed kites in the wind
The media did nothing but consume and show all the ways she "could not" be
If a fellow questioned "are you lonely dear one?" she would have cried but,
What once was unwavering to me now has ability to unravel and become untrue
Forsaken applications on frazzled devices,
Why is it that you demand my time as if it is not rightfully mine?
Foe friend, connector of worlds, distractor of all things, oh my days have you used me
How delighted I would be to distance you and rid all of this
Solace in leaving, solace in dreaming
Bound by nothing, fate forever freeing
Spirit grants me strength through days of disarray
Much like those of today, where my patience seems left astray
I've come back up for air, and am standing amongst the trees
I am far out where no one can hear
Finding a lost smile
an orifice in fontanel
throbs like our heartbeat
being the enabled connector
to universal consciousness
lower down at third eye
divine intelligence
takes pole position
toroidal heart
softly sings
In playfulness, we can try this for fun:
Taking the crown chakra as the highest
And the root as the lowest
In as vibrations
We descend
From crown to root
Slowly, pausing at third eye
Ah! Spiritual vision, intuition enabled
Never mind if unity consciousness is lost
Next, the throat chakra, the ethereal connector
Hmm, vanity of our communication skills
Let us be spoilt here by the applause
Down to the heart toroidal
Unifying all opposites
Within its womb
We’re home
Lower yet we go
Navel, power and fear
We wish to dominate earth
Trouncing opposition by brute force
Down further, the sacral stirs dark lust
Our primate, feral instincts overpower soul
Cocooned below at the root, in pursuit of wealth
Then the ascent to crown, back the way we came
Renouncing each lower vibration step by step
There is no glue because this is a game
A yo-yo meditation if you will for fun
Descent and ascent sans judgment
Because we are not this form
But since we are now here
Let us learn as we burn
Moment by moment
Enjoy!
jugular notch asserts its presence
holding erect the central vein
embedded in the elements
that as an ethereal connector
as all opposites dissolve in the void
no desires remain in the heart
save the burning yearning
to radiate effervescence
of eternal light of Self
look at my hands, they're not
the hands of a fisherman
they're not the hands of a carpenter
look at my hands and tell me
how many miles do you feel
across deserts and plains, they're not
the plains of a hunter
they're not the deserts of a fleer
for days and nights of wandering, no,
look at my hands, they're the
hands of a poet, they're the
hands of an observer
a connector of concepts
I have the hands
of a moment with you
I am you, please feel me
I am the energy connector
Entwining you with existence
I am in the mind-body immanent
Yet I am in truth transcendent
Weeping when as you, I sin
08-June-2023
I Know A Place
I know a place in the rural sector,
close to the bye-pass connector.
five fulvous furrowed fields, each one hectare
measured accurate with tape-protractor,
owned by peasant of rustic character.
Wild weeds yield tiny blooms with sweet nectar.
Dawn dews on grass shine in Sun’s projector.
Happy grasshopper hops : Vibrant vector.
Sparrows- Sterlings chirping : Frolic factor.
Farmer feels free to drive modern tractor.
Ripen crops are taken by collector.
Farmer is developing agriculture on devotion.
He uses the modern system of drip irrigation.
Water wastage arrested on least water consumption.
I know a place where runs ideal cultivation
honouring utmost Nature’s contribution.
05/23/23
Title chosen ‘ I know a place.’
This or That Vol. 18
Contest by Edward Ibeh
The Comfort of the Radiator
There is nothing more that I love
than the whistling sound of the radiator
It signals safety in my surroundings
It keeps me encapsulated in safety and warmth
The soothing sound reminds me that all is well is well in my world
I have a lot to be grateful for
Promising visions of Thanksgiving Day Feasts, the charm and beauty that Christmas magic brings
And the brilliance of the sparkling New Year!
It soothes me bathing me in comfort of body and soul
All is harmonious
All is well
The universe is supporting me
And Good is looking down on me and tending to me.
God Bless the peaceful, unifying sounds of the radiator
The connector to outward sensation
The indicator that someone out there is looking out for me and making sure I am warm
Others are benefiting from its sounds and its crackling heat
Everything is well and in balance
Peace, my friends…..
Crown chakra, divine connector
Entwined with a pure heart
Summit of each in-form vector
When we add love to cart
An open fontanel
Path to God’s miracle
Making complex, simple
God sacra
Crown chakra
09-February-2022
Quietus
Jugular notch, the connector
Between our head and heart
It’s the love communicator
Where soul journey does start
Vishuddha chakra wheel
Manifests bliss appeal
For pure hearts full of zeal
In stillness watch
Jugular notch
31-October-2021
Quietus
I wait for you-
like the bomb is IN YOU,
like the shuttle that pulls me through-
I became the threshold I once thought I knew...
Like the easy infector of a wazy dread of the connector...
Like the crazy inspector-
new-bound to be around when it's clown, or I have no man named nouns-
this reality bets to be the end of all things.
I wait for you always,
I wait for the shakes to phase...
I know of how much Congress lies in wait, for the ace's of the maze,
I even know of the lie of my liver in a place where they have spades...
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