Goalposts Poems | Examples

Say it like it is

We feel God’s hand placed right over our head,
His grace in-pouring through the fontanel
and as we are in this manner spoon-fed,
bliss rapture rises boding all is well.
There’s no urgency for soul to ascend,
for there remain no goalposts to defend,
as breath by breath we behold in surprise,
the dance divine taking us to new highs.

Runner

the road runner raced within the lucid dream
looking for something to satisfy its heart
goalposts shifted in the desire stream
shapeshifting fears did not depart

as time flowed on body aged
the exhausted soul chose to be still
recognising it had been by ego upstaged
invoking grace it surrendered to God its will

Vanishing point

The sticky glue of longing,
gives a sense of belonging,
betwixt heartbeat’s silent chime,
though life is devoured by time.

Soul’s adrift as goalposts shift
and decay of form is swift,
yet we clutch at wisps of straw,
until heart begins to thaw.

When thoughts recede and love leads,
rapture rises and bliss breeds,
thinning out wayward ego,
as dark desires we forgo.

Our ego’s vanishing point,
is when we opt to anoint
the void as soul’s dwelling place,
invoking God’s boundless grace.

Sleep meditation

Slipping into dark night’s restful sleep
We trust God we will awake at dawn
Readied for a consciousness leap

Fearing not onset of stupor’s yawn
Recognising play of the Gunas three
Layer by layer ego cravings are sawn 

Upon getting head and heart to agree
Soul ascends as will to God we bend
No longer are we tied to mind’s tree

As our ear to whispers of love we lend
There remain no goalposts to defend

The pathless path

We scored goal after goal, yet felt not whole
Goalposts shifted, we found ourselves adrift 
We were exhausted as life took its toll
Torn apart thus by our head and heart rift

We stopped flow of fear and went in within
Tiptoeing barefoot, bereft of belief
A soft voice urged us to turn a new leaf 
Reclaiming soul’s light from ego-the-thief

With this road map in our unsteady hand
We took a chance and plunged into the void
Touched by grace we began to understand
Truth of our being, pure and unalloyed 

As bliss pheromones began to mingle ~
In timeless time, our eye became single

Big boys toys

Horizons blurred, goalposts shifted
The genie granted three wishes
Yet our heart aimlessly drifted
Weary at doing the dishes 

Hall of mirrors made heart shiver 
Horizons blurred, goalposts shifted
Soul thanked not God, Who’s the giver
Till erst dark desires were sifted

With veil of delusion lifted 
Though soul was free, ego was bound
Horizons blurred, goalposts shifted
In silence, peace within was found

We let lust die that soul may fly
Bliss bestowed, we’re truly gifted
Why’d we regret moments gone by
Horizons blurred, goalposts shifted

Building tension

Feeling incomplete, heart yearns to expand
and so transmits this desire to the mind,
which ego driven, fails to understand,
that peace is found if cravings are declined,
so in the world of transience, makes its stand,
stifling soul’s vibrancy, loving and kind.
Identified with form, tension builds up,
from which there’s no reprieve, till thoughts shut up.

As goalposts shift, we see rainbows don’t last,
for joy is fleeting and piercing is pain,
so despondent, flag flying at half mast,
our optimism dwindles under life’s strain
but even though destiny’s die seems cast,
in silence, souls love and light we regain.
As formless awareness, humming love’s tune,
from the vagaries of life, we’re immune.

All we require

Life’s inflicted many a scar
From God’s light, we’ve drifted afar
Desire begets fear, fear desire
Love and light is all we require

We drift through life, as though we’re blind
Shifting goalposts befuddle mind
We’re caught up in ego’s quagmire
Love and light is all we require

Milestones attained have left soul stained
Trapped in desires, we’re by lust chained 
We’ve toiled all our life, now we tire
Love and light is all we require

Within heart rages a great fire
Love and light is all we require

Ouroboros

shifting goalposts
desires hosted
by ghosts guarded

From Ashes To Ashes

They can't have the Ashes trophy so they have a cup,
it's becoming irritating as they're trying to catch up,
there's nothing you can say, all out at the end of the day,
square leg in a round hole, not suitable some might say.

It looks like Sodom and don't worry about Gomorrah,
they won't listen, told to grow up when you rebuke them;
when the population dies out you may be needed again,
perhaps then you will know you will never be the same.

You can't procreate, no IVF so adoption, so a problem,
you've moved the goalposts, now playing between them;
you went to school - so didn't you learn anything there?
we don't like latent desire so we'd rather not really care.

Did someone say 'inappropriate' but you said it, not me,
I hope that you're happy and exactly where you'd like to be.

Screen of Awareness

scream of awareness

like factor fifty lotion
a screen of cognizance 
shields emotions in
rational thoughts

perceptions
illusions
mere grasps of appreciation
slice through an underworld
of dreams wishes misunderstanding

the past reeks through
misrepresents disallows 
creates a narrative of survival
in the here and now
which harbours goalposts
dead ends aberrations diversions

if the road is wide enough 
there is a place for turning around
at the cul de sac 
listening to stepping stones
and trivia which overcome
the need to take and live life so seriously

we engage with life every day
die only once
fully aware or not 
what the journey entails

if I can grasp a twiglet of truths
to keep shape or brake
in the full knowledge
that few things matter
passion and fire
can be rekindled
which only comprises
kindness and love


16th May 2023

Twice Born

Maslow
Researched

Our form
Has needs

Food and
Water

Warmth and
Shelter

More and 
Yet more

Desires
Endless

Spawned by
Our heart

Childish 
Fickle

Goalposts
Shifting

We strive
And toil

Until
We tire

Life gift
Wasted

For we
Find not

That joy
Lasting

So we
Go in

Silence
The way

All thoughts
Rested

When heart
Is still

Divine
Currents

Begin
To rise

Bliss throbs
Pulsate

We are
Transformed

Alive
Aglow

Vibrant
Complete

Lower
Mind fades

The flame
Is lit

No words
Describe

Rapture
We feel

That's here
To stay

Our past
Is gone

We are
Reborn

As love
And light

31-October-2022

In Simple Words

Impulse conjured by heart's emote vibrates
Distilled in the cauldron of love, thoughts stir
Playfully shaping a ripple in space
Creating a portal for desire’s door
Manifesting a dream world magical
Wherein presence plunges, immersed in trance

Shifting goalposts bring forth new horizons
One now many, to feel myriad hues
Souls entwined with love and yet separate
That subdomains of each ego be lived
By the dreamer, to fulfil heart's delight
Until each soul transcends, becoming light

For each soul, their higher self is concealed
There being actually one consciousness
When ego agendas cease, clear light dawns
Soul recognises that it's one with God
Sense of separation but delusion
Soul thus becoming what it always was

Soul and God one ~ sages exclaim this truth
Like Plato's allegory of the cave
Wisdom expounded is not accepted
Since ego never embraces the truth
Whereas doing nothing, by being still
The false falls away and this dream life ends

25-October- 2022

Earth Life Purpose

When life becomes rough
and we've had enough
we ask for relief
but time is a thief.

With goalposts shifting
we keep on drifting
until desires cease ~
we then breathe with ease.

The objects treasured, 
by ego measured 
in time fade away
and blue skies seem grey.

For soul to ascend 
we must comprehend 
that life's but a game, 
to ignite love's flame.

The highest purpose 
of earth life's circus 
is to merge with God, 
giving love a nod.

Soul's luminescence 
is God's love essence, 
which we may reclaim 
if God is our aim.

Head-heart hand in glove, 
radiating love 
ignites God's bliss flame 
attaining life's aim.

30-September-2022

Shifting Goalposts

Hark shifting goalposts 
moved by ego’s ghosts,
named fear and desire,
we ourselves did sire.

Choosing then monk mode,
bliss our soul’s abode,
in the here and now,
if we but allow.

Nothing need be done;
God and we are one.
Conscience is His voice,
to listen, our choice.

14-September-2022

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