dynamic dancer
dazzling an audience
inspiring young ones to want to be ballerinas
oblivious to the freshness and joy she brings
her inner turmoil apparent only to a few
her right arm flips up, summoning lightning
she is all powerful
Doctor Mcklosky for speaking of truth, mic muted by a judge?
Who sides with un-sooth? Not a doctor to refute her.?? I
Must take it in ( yet a minion of saturn ) in robes black as sin.' Taking no heed of (one hundred thousand dr's more)
Has denied Derry's people by applying un-law full of false
Gravitas is this person no doubt!! Ensconsed in affluence
With a hard dirty snout, immersed in the trough now thats
My (take away) can you beleive how far lifes fallen? Yet
Let Derry's people have last say.!
Life's constant shift,
Through stages, I embark on a trip,
Each one, a unique chapter to live.
The shadows of yesterday,
Dissipate as dawn's light takes its place,
Today, I am renewed with each daybreak.
The promise of tomorrow,
Uncharted paths, a future to borrow,
New experiences to embrace without sorrow.
Accepting life's ebb and flow,
Development thrives where I go,
I am not stagnant, that much I know.
I must evolve with grace,
With each phase, I find my own space,
In this ever-changing life's embrace.
Systematic life will lead to success
Certain rules we must strictly follow
Proper discipline, we must possess
Real enthusiasm must finely flow
Cheerful approach leads to joy
Perfect planning brings progress
Our skill, we must wisely deploy
Our efforts must be damn vigorous
We must utilize every opportunity
Taking best efforts with confidence
By functioning with real creativity
We must pray to the Providence
We must not remain lethargic
All possible steps, we must take
To laziness, we must be allergic
Honest attempts, we must make
A hard-worker will ultimately win
As his success is by God assured
Now itself if one decides to begin
All setbacks will be superbly cured.
Ubiquitous sun
consuming through icy shadows
amidst winter chorus
Delphic paean on elysian winds
lustral chorales in
amber chronicles
Slowly sung, it's a lullaby of dreams
with moonlight charms
lulling you to sleep
I need to remember this night
the light we ignite within
shedding our sin
We soar boldly into silky shards
my ankles wobble, and I sway
Meekness left me speechless.
maintain moss's fear of tinkering
eroded by wear and tear
like a battered victory.
reaching out to the darkness
can the night swallow me?
hiding tinges of mellifluous tones.
In the rustle of leaves
hides a melody,
soulful as a barren call.
radiates an indomitable spirit
fears and quandaries cloud firm-level
in a shroud of myopia.
because rivers can't be crossed twice
switch to callow intrigue
tea is a lone integer in a ripening world.
Written: January 30, 2023
Brian Strand Contest No 1178 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Vibrant aliveness poised at rest
grips presence in stillness compressed,
with nary a care, self-aware,
delighting in bliss as nodes pair,
renewing rapture ignition,
that grants soul right of admission
into vast space, by divine grace,
putting an end to God-search chase,
which conducted in quietude,
held steady by heart's fortitude,
feels now horizons disappear,
as living light of God draws near,
dissolving every opposite,
into consciousness composite.
10-November-2022
Negating not this-ness
within linear time,
bliss rapture in fullness,
magnetic heat sublime,
are blessings of stillness.
Subtle cravings arise;
tremors of heart’s desire.
Witness views in surprise,
the ego’s raging fire.
Delusion rise soon dies.
Bliss throbs in permanence,
engage in play within,
as soul’s luminescence.
Bliss that grazes our skin,
is divine effulgence.
12-April-2022
Experience and innocence join hands,
enabling us to tread through shifting sands
and not be jaded by life’s hard demands.
These strong allies, when thoroughly entwined,
can make us wise; thus, as we’re being kind,
we won’t to mankind’s darker side be blind.
As innocence may cause a hurtful fall,
experience, in time, dilutes the gall,
preparing us to once again stand tall.
April 10, 2022
entered in Brian Strand's Premiere Choice Contest
God's dynamic hand
blesses with sun, moon, stars, clouds...
enchanting service
Syllables checked at PS
Life always action
alive, physics, chemistry
body, soul, interaction.
We are this liveness,
reality without mime
we act out of necessity
to process harmony
carrying cosmic power,
exhaling all magic...!
“if there be no hiatus, what be the quietus?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This
here now,
aliveness
of mind-body
animated thus
within the flow of life,
embracing and releasing,
vibrations that touch our presence,
which we imbibe, colour and set free,
into the vibrant void of no-thingness.
No doer here, save essence of presence,
renewing life breath, moment by moment,
a standing wave, like a heartbeat,
symbol of life thus throbbing,
in-pouring divine grace
that fills emptiness,
as we look on,
astonished
at the
play.
30-April-2021
Bound to form, habituated to conditioned patterns of experiential thought and aspirational imagination interpreting sensory signals, yet recognising the inherent limitation of such stuporous indulgence, awareness gradually unshackles itself from these narrow fetters, embracing the omnipresent life pulse in an unbroken flowing continuum. Hollowed out form, empty and magnetised, imbibes the divine elixirous currents, automatically & osmotically assimilating the soma nectar into each pore of being, in a manner as ordained. There is no doer and thus no doing, the divine being the mover facilitating blossoming, awareness in witness mode, simply looking at boundaries between form & formlessness merging, into an unending wave of ecstasy in motion.
Who comes and who goes
No one here save pure presence
Vaporised as bliss
Danny just loved to while the time away
Couldn't be bothered to see where he stayed
In his hammock relaxed
His brain not overtaxed
Fell deep asleep -- froze to death in Norway
June 04, 2020
Summer Laziness Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
D-edication
O-f
O-ne
D-ynamic
Z-ealous
L-eader
O-perates
P-ropagation's
E-vangelism
Z-one
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Doodz A. Lopez, Jr (March 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Dawn’s xanthous blooming through the forest trees.
Bouquet from God’s hand suddenly immersed in light.
Flaming pine without a flicker, matchless crimson seize.
Skinny oaks like a garden gate, applauds pleasing sight.
O blaze of origin -
Sun’s ancient grin.
That was art and then the brush of current events -
First snow! Ah, my trees with crystal light not senseless rain.
Pavement filled in, tires leave their treads with my consent.
I throw on coat and boots! Twirl around outdoors, this child insane!
Flurries fallen footprints -
God’s gift of lighthearted chintz.
2/8/2020
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