reflections reveal radiance
emanating from deep within
enlivening bliss magnetism
around which polarities spin
tranquil stillness animated
totality capsuled in form
as transmitter and receptor
bilocates in this benign storm
divine bliss beats send a signal
that our essence is living light
whispered wisdom wisening us
drenching us in drunken delight
Beyond the boundaries of life and death,
My friend forever, you have positioned yourself
In the sublime horizon of my heart.
Your majestic shrine glows with a light,
With what a profound hope and immense delight,
I extend my arms to the powerful expanse.
The quiet night has embraced and draped
Your feet with her sprawling dark hair,
How enchanting is the song the universe is immersed in!
Emanating from the strings of your veena,
The world becomes one with the tune of your music,
I feel a tinge of melancholy emitted by the sadness of the melody.
Asinine Asymmetry
abysmal
vapid
pedagogue
impulsive
advocacy
with FLUSTERED TORRENTS
blindly
indicting
scapegoats
subpar
dogmatist
in DEMONIC DIATRIBE
eschewing
impartial
testament
veracity
disparaged
Asinine Asymmetry
raucous
sweeping
presage
emanating
palpably
from VEHEMENT ESPOUSER
flagrant
vacuous
utterance
neurotic
trivialist
with FATUOUS FLAMBOYANCE
underpinning
risible
posture
detachment
anathema
Line of inquiry:
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start” - Unseeking Seeker
When sanctity of sane sense turns into anger inferno
with fury embers erupting from the violent volcano,
curling up feral with the spreading smoke of spite,
rationale rays remain concealed in sobriety spectrum.
We need not run away from the blaze to self-heal,
or seek shelter in the disdained den of disregard,
nor we should ignite another flame in enraged soul,
face malice intrepidly, and feel good in retaliation.
As a fire can’t ever extinguish or contain another fire,
for, it burns fast in the linked space of attachment,
we confront malevolence with calm confidence of poise,
don’t let the flame incinerate the serenity of our souls.
When flow of absolution springs with love from within
with embracing empathy of mounting divine fountain,
compassion douses spiteful fire with sympathy shower,
emanating with timeless joie de vivre of innate ecstasy.
BLUE LIGHT, blue light Oh I shake my head in horror
for the children of today and how they'll fare tomorra
BLUE LIGHT blue light emanating from all these toxic screens
dementia already forming in the brains of children visualise the future scenes
BLUE LIGHT blue light emanating from toxic on-line games
ageing is not just defined by chronological time frames
BLUE LIGHT blue light protection must be sought, yellow lens to prevent dementia
long time damage results in an incoherent state of brain absentia
TOPOGRAPHICAL IMPRESSIONS
accessible
panoramics
emanating
with
attractive
simplicity
complete
focused
interest
in
affectionate
familiar
memories
&tendencies
a plurality
pictured
ironically
dearly-cherished
manifestly
transformed
into
future
tangible
universality
Sent to earth on assignment
She plodded like Clifford, the big red dog
Unaware of the frequency carried
Emanating signal from her Daddy God
Life was an adventure on the sea
Or a secret passage ready to be explored
Her head cocked with sorrow
When others scattered and she was ignored
The years waned her ambition
Trauma fragmented her mind
But that heart of LOVE kept beating
In every adversity she would find
Warfare against evil spirits
Fought and won on her empty bed
Forged a soldier of complete submission
Leaning on the promise WORD had said
At this moment, she rests in silence
Careful to process with focused attention
When REVELATION appears in TRUTH
His extended hand is movement with permission
...to rise.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-18-2026
IMPERSONAL IMITATION
complete
meticulous
devotion
framed
stereotyped
motifs
of
immediacy
envisaged
emanating
perspectives
observing
change
in
acquired
sentimentality
the sparkling water
flows with the light of the stars
shining from the top
the finch at feeder
It's a house that looks like home
they are comfortable
there's a tint of green
emanating from the field
empty but peaceful
many shades of blue
layer the mountains around
beauty multiplies
the sun has risen
gratitude has been shining
it's a choice to see
Heidi Sands
4/11/26
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POETIC FANTASY
significant
themes
emanating
realities
to
encompass
tainted
&
arbitary
but
figuratively
conventional
notions
so
beautifully
nostalgic
evocative
with
material
discrepancies
&
continuous
agile
fluctuations
with
abundant
intuitive
affinities
in
differentiated
dissimilar
common
engagements
Just as the beauty, the love, the radiance all come from within
so does the healing energy of your illimitable self
like an ocean tide that sweeps away all complications
of sinew and nerve.
Nothing can stop the inner power of your soul from emanating
into every molecule of your body, tenderly
undoing every knotted impediment.
The entire cosmos of yourself responds to it
because this is home.
This is your very beginning
and unending fulfillment.
Christopher M. Swan 2011
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Emanating out of the fantasy fountain of imagination,
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Unperturbed by the cacophony of the mundane abyss,
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The rhythm of exuberance envelopes the satiated soul,
permits the poets to flourish under lilting lyrical control.
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For Many years unable to identify
this haunting whoo whoo sound
Could it be an insect or a bird up in the trees
An amphibian by the creek perhaps ?
or something, else not identified, rising from the ground
The hoot was mostly early morning but sometimes through the night
unable to get vision of this creature
perhaps through camouflage it kept itself from sight
The mystery, finally it was solved
in the middle of the day
When the haunting hoot erupted,
not too far away
In desperation as a result of an attack by a marauding crow
the sound was emanating from a desperate immature creature
A frog? no not really but part of the name,
of a bird, that's how it does feature
In appearance it much resembles some owls
Its called a Tawny "FROGmouth"
a name with several vowels
A few metres from our house there are up to four
perched upon the same branch roosting
and sleeping through the day
They are nocturnal feeders, intermittently the branch is vacant
as they opt to stay away
Can you hear me
Can you hear my skin
Every fiber in my body
Sayin' it again and again
...I'm not her
Can you feel me
My presence proclaiming
Those clothes reek
Of the agenda you are naming
...I'm not her
Can you smell me
The rancid fragrance emanating
The perfume you supplied
Displays the imitating
...I'm not her
Can you taste me
The plastic fruit in the basket
Hopping in the forest, with
A tisket a tasket
....I'm not her
Can you even SEE me
Standing straight, before eyes
Seeing without vision
The beauty of woven lies
...I'm not her
I'm me
Just plain ole me
Being all me
With all of my senses
...I'm her
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-12-2026
From a distance it's all the same
the same smile and hair
I can almost smell the cheap wine
emanating through the musky air
like when we first met.
Except crisp glass has replaced the plastic cups
and the floor is pillows under my heels.
When we locked eyes for the first time
since what was meant to be the end,
a sense of helplessness engulfed me
emotions that could only be tucked away in dreams
as if I was staring at the reflection of a new moon.
Inevitable.
Inescapable.
Even after everything, I knew
and you knew too.
A lot has changed between us
but the love stayed.
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