Luminous, an indefatigable undefinable infinite telenergy
Omnipotent, all encompassing whispering exquisite ephemeralities expertly
Venerably universal, relentlessly boundless consummates
Eternal enduring cosmic creation ~ equates, elates, liberates
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any projection weird
can be refracted seared
humans looking for canvas
on which to shine stories
my glory
stories fly
light and gory
sorry might
age sparry
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My Heart, home of the Undying is open and healed
Lifetime after lifetime arduous I journeyed, peeled
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sponsor : Constance La France
29.9.25
Placed : 3rd Standard Contest
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“Love is the Supreme Artist Unseen” Poet
with a silent kiss does sperm enter egg
butterfly fondle pollen in morning dew
starling swallow caterpillar askew
with silent kiss does sunbeam caress window sill
spoon dips shallot soup with gentle will
waves ripple shelly shoreline in thrill ~
with a silent kiss does newborn lick nipple
cloud embraces cloud, fluff huffed ripple
bud petal unfurls to air in dare
wrinkled stranded beggar’s knobby hand
smooch offered seeded loaf, prime brand
hands warm curl steering wheel, feel genteel
anchor lands on jewelled ocean floor
with silent kiss does sewing needle pierce
linen white, knife smear butter delight
dolphin fin rouse whale tail, ship returns lipping
the silent kiss but Love in polar need
destined to meet in embosom’s clasp
receiver with giver unmasked grasp
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crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile
pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed
thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues
heart softens atria, ventricles
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises
coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals
feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction
rooted into Earth mooted primordial
authentic estate mirthful immemorial
aligned connection very refined
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Consciousness, a fragile spark—
Flickers bright—then fades to dark.
The mind, a house of airy rooms,
Echoes silent in its tombs.
No longer does the heart attend
The thoughts that flutter—break, then bend.
The pulse, the nerve, the waking eye,
All bow before the final sigh.
No ghost of thought—no lingering dream,
No whisper floats upon the stream.
The brain, the throne, dissolves to dust,
And all the self returns to rust.
Yet in the hush—perhaps—remains
The fleeting warmth of earthly chains.
A life well-loved—a fleeting sun—
Extinguished—yet it was begun.
The end is quiet—nothing more,
A closed and softly shut sealed door.
slowly we evolve
blinking within universes
moving forward solve
facing ourselves in mirrors
knowingness sees then stands deep
nothing becomes time
matter meaningless messy
we sing songs as chime
when awakening to truth
egos escape shiver shake
let go forgiving
untangle own threads and dread
climb green trees to see
eclipses giving clarity
on the path with sanity
slanting hue
sink every desire due ~
cackle at humans
count grains
fought won
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flaming snakes
bite the Hanged Man
plodding sky swallows a squirrel
clinging to a gnarly tree
blemished pens bemoan
wily wordplay
out of nowhere
i am sadly too late
they have built the battlefield
in a collective coma
i build sorrow
my words disappear
one gloats madly
i go savagely into twilight
the Wheel of Fortune
spins into the Sun
having been, seen and therefore known
the truth of consciousness full blown
as substratum of existence
etch if you will, our words on stone
there is no space, hence no distance
beheld when we shed resistance
seen in plain sight with our soul’s eye
recognised with God’s assistance
consciousness, the absolute I
is so dense even light can’t ply
energy intense tightly packed
omnipresent, so feels each sigh
each pulse vibrationally tracked
creation here-from is exact
wherefrom the universe appears
as God His will does so enact
head melds with heart and thoughts recede
synced with gong Om, the void’s our home
free from desires, on earth we roam
ego dissolves, love takes the lead
heart-centric soul begins to glow
resistance ends; we gently flow
bliss pheromones begin to breed
pulsating within day and night
God bestows spherical sight
we live as of need, not of greed
our eye’s mindful and touch gentle
for the most part, nonjudgmental
one with oneness, our will we cede
Breathed by God, we see Him within
His grace erases every sin
head melds with heart and thoughts recede
ego dissolves, love takes the lead
bliss pheromones begin to breed
we live as of need, not of greed
one with oneness, our will we cede
Another morning,
Stormy gray lies,
Verification code 062480,
Method of payment,
Onerous office,
Forgotten,
Depressed/suppressed,
Collision warning!
Erring & errands,
Shopping for sanity,
Trembling triad,
Solo sunset,
Revised & deleted,
140,000+ miles,
275 poems,
Life, films, anti-humans,
Usually hard,
Orange King,
If Jefferson became Burr,
2mm, DVR the clubhouse,
Geeks inherit the earth,
Sales + senior,
Emailing Miock,
Texting mockery,
Dust, dirt, remote work,
Deported to Mars,
Arriving dead,
Appointment, agencies, locations,
Unremarkably dressed,
Will do,
Barely alive @ 5:15 AM,
Squealing grocery cart,
Monday miasma,
Pausing, freezing, crashing,
Bureaucratic blasphemy,
Problem: garbage,
The End begins,
A lurid mini-series,
Super-8, hooray!
Sunday—updated,
Made sadder,
Check Engine Light (aarrggghhh),
No refills,
Pitted windshield,
Obsessive recycled cyclones,
MacBook weeps,
Fiasco at night,
Discharged,
Digital snake oil,
Smitten spreadsheet,
Ignoble typos,
Nightmares in Midtown,
Select 0,
Chapter/s paused,
Deaden this promptly,
Lying biopics,
Naughty neologisms,
Flying, falling, exploding,
Cancelled lives,
Unresolved.
Sadly, only the heart does not always do,
you need the strength of the money too.
Money makes the world go round,
only fools would say that it is not true.
But the actions of the heart with money
those are the only stories that achieve glory,
a tale the people will tell more excitedly to you.
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If I talk, it creates a mess !
It's the fault of the poetic heart, I guess.
Poetry in the material world
pokes the consciousness
and put the material minds in distress.
(13.07.2025)
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