Epicentre Poems | Examples

How long must he wait?

How perversely exciting it used to be, in
the months after you made your decision
to abandon this hopeless situation
meaning [rueful laughter] the UK, not so much
the shattered bones of you and me

I was still hanging on, a faithful puppy
getting up early and heading out to Heathrow
to provide the welcome committee
and then I went straight to work? and where
did you go on those days? 

I forget you had other friends, and
that strangely I wasn't the epicentre
of your multiverse

30 years have passed
the children you had with Wolfgang cycle shorts
may even have children now, but
Facebook won't furnish me with that information

On those airport journeys I always listened to
the Blood on the Tracks cassette
I found in the office 'library', a source of much wonder
which also included rare volumes, magazines
and actual vinyl. They didn't appreciate what they had
and neither, here comes the punch-
line, did I

Terminal Analysis

No matter the subject or topic
tho' it may burn will I ever learn
would it hurt if my lips were to close
as whatever I submit suggest propose
she will be myopic
nay-say gainsay contradict oppose
may as well hold my breath
as every word I utter
receives the kiss of death
and melts in my mouth like butter
should I assert it's what she does it's her wont
'No I don't,' is her depiction
in contentious rebuttal
thereby confirming my conviction
and morning noon and night
she'd like to be I'll also mention
tho' none too subtle
the epicentre of my attention
is it a female thing or only her compulsion
for at the end of the day
it's not the last word she wants
it's the final say

as we metamorphose

grazed by spirit, our form is magnetised
we vividly sense our aura expand 
the stillness point within is realised
soundless thunder mind cannot understand

bliss rises from a centreless fulcrum
each node the epicentre of this storm
rapture renews gong of the cosmic drum
our pristine presence chooses to conform

a disc of light above our crown rotates
the staff of power within stands erect
between earth and heaven soul bilocates
that with God’s mind we seamlessly connect

is-ness of being-ness has a new name ~
tempest of delight, God alone can tame

Zen mode

with the staff of power illuminated
a flame that surges forth from our very core
dance of vibrance signals heart is elated
as all nodes within form thus begin to soar
the truth of Self within us so created
osmotically penetrates every pore
that eternal presence anchored in this form
becomes the epicentre of God’s bliss storm

Dusk and Dawn

The strange emerges at night,  
Somewhere in our slumber, it comes to life,
It refuses to be silenced,  
A tempest at its core.  

There exists a presence of the strange,  
Hidden in the twilight of the chamber,  
Resistant to the light,  
Awakening with the night.  

The mystery is a haunting shadow,  
Holding sway in the depths of the chamber,
A battle rages in the deepest region, 
With turbulence at its epicentre.  

Becoming is the arrival of the strange,
It resides in the fruitlessness of darkness,
The soul seeks freedom  
As it walks in divine wisdom.


March 18, 2025.

Celestial song

Uplifted by grace, soul breaks into song,
contouring mists of love and strobes of light,
creating a rhythm for which heart does long,
borne on wings of bliss, ushering delight.

Breath by breath as rapture refrains replay,
a sublime fragrance engulfs feeble form,
inking us with bliss hues, now here to stay,
where heart’s the epicentre of this storm.

Divine magnetism grips us in its bind,
that in timeless time we become the flame,
head and heart aligned, truth of Self divined,
fulfilling our soul’s aim in life’s end game.

In the potent pause betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
surfing sands of time, we heavenward climb.

Say that again

Cataloging moments when grazed by bliss,
with gratitude we acknowledge God’s grace,
warm tenderness of Divine Mother’s kiss,
as we’re held in Her arms in warm embrace.

Unending is rapture by heart imbibed,
subtle magnetism transforming our form,
in a manner that cannot be described,
though we’re the epicentre of this storm.

Involuntary spasms of bliss delight,
betray the magic on display within,
renewing pulsations by day and night,
exhuming ego and erasing sin.

Such are the verses our soul composes,
walking the bliss-path that’s strewn with roses.

say that again

the words we pen 
offers not the taste
of that moment zen
now soul’s template

we write anyway 
wishing to share
emotes of a sun ray
kissing life as a dare

we know not where
lies epicentre of bliss
yet heart is aware
our being is all of this

Vibrant emptiness

Each node a bliss epicentre,
standing erect without support,
wherefrom grace bestowed does enter,
each pore of form love’s docking port.

The void holds us in warm embrace,
shimmering due to bliss rapture
as we see clearly, by God’s grace,
a knowing mind cannot capture.

We go where our attention flows
and as such we are everywhere 
but it’s in stillness where thought slows,
we truly become self-aware.

The words we speak, are so offered,
as the boons upon us conferred.

Thought of the day

bliss beats enter from a centreless centre ~
who can tell where lies rapture’s epicentre

Zen mode

beyond labels, appearances and forms
as the epicentre of each vibration
motionless yet animated
omnipresent across all of creation
caress tender, tremulous heart warms

we are both the stillness and movement 
we are the one and we are the two
as the light that lights all lights
bliss vibrancy continues to renew 
unending process of soul’s improvement

Zen mode

when each electron of space be the centre
wherefrom bliss playfully does so canter
from each pore we feel nectar enter
omnipresent is love’s epicentre

Mood and mode celebratory

We are alive and so we celebrate
vibrancy of the now, that so renews,
joyous feeling nodes within us gyrate,
bliss becoming the flavour of our muse.

Far cry is boredom, with each breath joy grows,
such is innate uniqueness of our soul,
witness consciousness always in repose,
throbs with bliss magnetism sages extol.

Just as we delight, watching the ocean
or melding with sunsets soft scarlet glow,
we savour taste of love’s magic potion,
in time dissolved tranquil staid stillness slow.

At the epicentre of bliss thunder,
our presence is left awestruck in wonder.

Star of Bethlehem

Star of Bethlehem shines on our forehead
It’s pulsations are unmistakable 
Heart being by sublime magnetism led
Our steely resolve is unshakeable

Akin to the blossoming of a rose
Or the play of light we see at sunrise
God weaves His magic, while we’re in repose
And we view each hue in childlike surprise

The divine energy grid goes alive
Epicentre of bliss is everywhere
To the music of spheres, nodes within jive
Our formless awareness is self-aware 

Soul’s role is to choose to burn in this flame ~
Becoming living light, in life’s end game

Zen mode

osmotic penetration so gentle
of mists divine in body temple
we feel rapture in slow motion
of thunder without commotion 
caress sublime under our skin
surging thus from deep within

today aflame are frontal lobes 
that we feel magnetic strobes
whose epicentre is everywhere
as form and void choose to pair 
in midst of bubbles of pure bliss
bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss

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