Divested Poems

mine engram'z pretty poison'd

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                                   no
                                 not i
                                  she
                               'tiz hern
                              remind'n i
                                edvard
                                   uv
                                  taut
                           lock'd 'round
                                   my
                        waking me whilst
                                    i
                             dead sleep

                             smother'd
                                    i 
                          sodden'd with 
                     divested pink sheath
                            mine mawz
                              excluded
                          yet their lipsss
                                  raw

                              she 'gain 
                                wink'd

I wish to love you with a primordial intensity

I wish to love you with a primordial intensity,
An ancestral cry born from the chaos of the soul,
Embracing you with a wild and pure force,
Not with words that dissipate in the wind of forgetfulness,
But with raw cries from the hidden corners of my being,
A love that flows like melted, hot honey,
An ecstasy that consumes me to the very last fragment,
Leaving me stripped of all my old masks,
Divested of old identities and reborn anew,
Carried on the wings of a passion without limits,
Just as the waves secretly embrace the shore,
My love envelops you like an ancient song,
Resonating beyond time and space,
In a symphony of deep and pure silence,
Leaving me bare and reborn in emotions.

Wisdom Doesn't Allay Fear

(Writing prompt : Wisdom is not enough to calm your fears)

Dark clouds of insecurity surge with menacing storm severe,
the distressed mind is sucked into the whirlpool of fear,
and swirls helpless within the vortex of noxious peril of gale,
gets divested of the feeling that the fright could be notional.

In times of disaster the journey’s end seems to be the plight,
as the light at the end of the dark tunnel doesn’t appear in sight.
The frightened senses feel the air of hazard in the unknown,                                
where the debris of hope piles up in the domain of fear outgrown.

Beneath the surface of the illusory mortal perception unclear,
the wise mind tries to build the sagacious images of fear      
with the contours of reasoning that the astute insight affirms,           
knowing the danger and realizing the risk in real terms. 

Prudence may enhance fear, exposing the qualms deep,
but it tenders the skill to rationally control the panic state’s creep.
Wisdom doesn’t allay fear, an artifact of emotion innate, 
but provides the acuity of acumen to face it with strength sedate.

White Privilege

I have never been arrested,
abused, discarded, neglected.
All because someone protested,
it’s my color they detested.

I have always been protected, 
accepted, respected, vested.
Civil rights never molested,
my freedom never contested.

No one has ever suggested,
because I’m black I’m now suspected.
To be so badly infected,
that it cannot be corrected.

Let this message be digested,
if we want this life perfected.
We must all become connected,
to a world that’s not divested. 
 

Inside Outside Inside

What worth am I

in all this madness
what worth are you
in the depths 
of all this sadness

there, 
see the flight path 
to elevation 
inside the feels; 

inside the fields
of darkness 
spring wells of 
orbs popping light

the half-stride
of trying phantoms
planting seeds, 
half-baked poetry

running 
through the veins 
the golden fields 
of darkness

minutiae sleeping 
with Morpheus
under the velvet blankets
of Elysium 

terra firma robes 
overly well worn 
divested now 
in waking

kissing the farewell
to be received blessed,
annointed in the essence 
of the uncommon 

there, 
the busy minded, 
the unnaturally gifted -
The Poets ...

call you,
see -
the flight path 
to elevation 

inside the outside inside -

or, called back outside, 
there you remain, 
forever fixated
on cracking the inside 

the hoax planted 
in a dybbuk box 
unfounded 
unworthy demon 

sunken 
treasure
buried forever
grounded

hear them all, see,
inside the common feels,
the uncommon Poets 
call you

see,
the flight path 
to elevation 
reaching 

inside the outside inside




Candide Diderot. ‘24 





crosses.

How Do I Feel

Like an alien who has been thrown out of space 
all tentacles and feels I don't belong here anymore 
Life has gone through a transmutation of disgrace 
and I am afraid of what is in store  

Masked bandits everywhere I cannot trust the air 
those fear vibes are like a metallic taste in my mouth 
the news is one sided, its all about I talk you stare 
contesting all I hear I'd love to fly south 

where the sun doesn't discriminate nor hate 
and the virus is divested, from all I consecrate.

De Nada

I Am Finally Nothing,
And I like that just Fine.
I've Divested All.
It's took Quite a While.

Back in the Sunshine,
With Freedom of Mind.
I am Finally Nothing,
 I Will Reside, A Long Time.


H.Elles
Total Rogue.

Divested

Divested from his state of grace
Witness the grieving intangible host
Fall into the dark human pit
One of their own

Surprising Elders

I wonder if there are Elders
wise
or more perennially surprised
who, looking back at their youth,
regret all their erotic time
invested in having peak
experiential sex,

And wish they had, instead,
done something, most anything,
more left brain dominant,
more theoretically 
politically correct,
more economically prominent.

I so hope not.

Better off, I feel sure,
invested in abundant splatters of messy,
sometimes musical, health

Than overly divested
away from EarthTribe's gloriously peaking race
carried away by abstemious matters
of more disciplined pace
for securing capital infested wealth.

That Will Be Better

The day I will not be here, will exists in spirits only
joy and fun and the thrills all it will be over.
contemplation on account of me will carry grief only
why will you be drown in massive pain there!!

Today the world is drowned in intense pain
sisters are embarrassed in trap of ruse;
mom is crying bro too, the world is at war
earth has become red; blood the earth has to bear.

Dreams are divested, water of the river has become bloody
please don't cry in my grief rather give them life, protect plunder.
here, it is customary to follow the wrong way to achieve wants
deceiving is as luxury running in speed more than thunder.

Give life to break all these clutter
why will you lament my dear, that will be better.

The Emperor's Tide

Mesmerized by his own success,
swimming naked and alone in the dark

Drowning in what he forever professed,
he rose and fell with each critic’s remark

Hypnotized while diving for fame,
he sank while caught in the tide 

His pleadings washed up, divested and bare,
exposed—with nowhere to hide

(Crater Lake: October: 2015)

Borrowed Words of a Denizen Soul

Borrowed Words of a Denizen Soul
David J Walker

I admit to the
Plagiarism of the language 
I am still learning to use
Day by day by day

So often the meanings mangled
So often the thoughts tangled
In the confusion of emotions 
Seeking the freedom of expression
From the lips of a denizen soul

At best I am a borrower
At worst, I am a thief 
Investment in terms of endearments
Divested in unintended grief

Achieving Enlightenment

when your mind is in such a state,
when you can laugh denouncing fate,
nonchalantly in air coin toss,
to take your wins with your bad loss,
when day and night are equal phase,
life can tempt with no further race,
when you see the transience of life,
like a fluttering butterfly,
emotions that you invested,
look a dry farmland, rain divested,
you see truth of the self emerge,
with in eternal wisdom surge,
Then you have reached the pinnacle,
life no longer a debacle,
a peaceful calm rests on your face,
your eyes shine sublime light of grace,
you are no more than anything,
nothing exists no more than you!
no longer a body with name,
eternity and you are same!
you have bridged the wide gap between
all life and death that lay unseen!
you can walk on fire, in rain,
happy and smiling without pain!

2nd placement
Written 28/10/2020
Ambedo poetry contest
Sponsor Silent One

Assignment

I spent my day shopping for rubies
Far East posting covert listing
Mr Patwari’s emporium 
Assistants ever so obliging

Hexagonal set quaintly bulbous 
does cheapen the overall effect
Disappointedly I turn aside
Mr Patwari, whose tone inflect

Secretly, soft whispers in my ear
Channels my movements in close quarter
Senses piqued my curiosity
Astute, knowledgeable exporter

Silk,  flame red curtains wafted aside
Following, expectantly hopeful
Reveals vast interior workshop
He beckons, vocally boastful

Appraising the proffered brilliance
Rubies of every size mesmerised
Now questioningly, my eyes met his
Such rarity I identified

Sipping tea with Mr Patwari
Conviviality established
Revealed my subversive intentions
Slowly the smile on his face vanished

Drugged, stifling heat consumed
in disorientated stupor 
Divested of my hat, shoes and purse
I retrieved my pocket computer

Bearings noted, in a concrete cell
Frantically, I connect display
Made contact and communicated
the district with all I could convey

Alerts Financial Action Task Force
Identified illegal rubies
Smuggling network last link confirmed
Rescued, resumes usual duties

One Sourced Humane Resources

If we come from ZeroSource,
secularly known as OneSource Light,
and sacredly as DivineEnergy,
we still may not conclude
we are interchangeable ReSources.

Life forms interdependent
are not simply interchangeable,
exchangeable
like loose change,
habitual everyday whatevers;
unlike guns and violence
because we have emergent
development,
because we are regenerate organisms;
not gradually deteriorating machines.

We inherit from Source
and we inhabit relationships
further evolving ego's heartened warmth
toward light
and divested shunning of disheartened cold
away from DivineEnergy.

This trail of tears
in joy and sadness
begins with EarthSource,
and ends with EcoCentering
compassionate ReSourcing 
ReConnecting
ReCommunicating 
ReStorative ReGenerators.

Some aware of ReLigioning,
and perhaps the better half
not so much.

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