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The path to freedom

“Of our ignorance, ego is the cause ~
Truth of our being is found in the pause”
            ~ quote by poet


As we slow down, light of soul is crystallised,
cloaking itself in five sheaths of feeble form,
out of which grossest is body, by us prized,
energised by magnetism, both cool and warm.
Truth of our inner light can be realised,
if ego agrees to die in a bliss storm,
to which end all we need to do, is be still,
delighting as dark voids within our heart fill.

Forged from the elements

The grossest element earth
shapes mind body form,
which remains inert until,
magnetism conjures a storm.

The air we breathe,
a gift from God,
causes nodes to stir,
leaving childlike heart awed.

Fire heats, water cools,
generating a toroidal force,
which once divine aligned,
connects soul to source.

God is the magician,
who entwines elements four,
that joyful heart begs
love for an encore.

Traditional Clothes

Loyalty symbols to one’s ancestors,
Who never saw yesterday’s asbestos, 
Heard not of China’s radio transistors,
Let alone U.S Trousers Investors…

What one puts on and with every passage
Releases an historical message:
Their patrons Advertizing Passers-by, 
In robes they would not want to tell “Goodbye…”

The wears that bodies cover at less cost, 
No fears of the seduced eyes being lost, 
Yet, while Traditional Clothes are quite cheap, 
Money-saving users have had to weep,
Rather few by the next fellow approached,
Save the bold planner to have them reproached; 
“Heh you stop there Grossest Masquerade…”

A prompt warning against bringing off raid;
And emergency flights in them quite hard,
When killers appear one has played Bad Card.

Come To the Hairy Leg Ball

Come old and young, come big, little, wild and tall
Come down to the Legion, join the Hairy Leg Ball
Bring your varicose veins, please do not stall
Bring your grossest. hairiest ugliest furriest legs 
To the marvelous, magical, loveliest Hairy Leg Ball

We will have razors to shave off most of your ruff.
We will hold you down hard, so you don’t give us no guff.
We will shave off your fleas, your lice, and all other stuff
If you give us a chance, we might make a swipe at your ****
All are welcome – the feeble, the wobbly, even the buff.

Two Cents Worth

Lest I be guilty of grossest negligence
I feel like I must put in my own two cents
As I watch and evaluate strong evidence
We owe a debt of gratitude to Mike Pence.

I know, I know, he’s not even a Democrat
But on Jan 6th he knew where he was at
He stuck by the Constitution and all that,
As I see it, it takes courage to stand pat.

If Pence had listened to Donald J. Trump
Asked how high and been ready to jump
On our democracy, he’d’ve taken a dump
We’d’ve never recovered from the lump.

I’m pleased to know some have principle
Not willing to turn their back on sensible
And will defy their unscrupulous principal
I want more cut from a Mike Pence stencil.

Bravo to a politician I thought was a toady,
Wasn’t an a**-kissing Donald Trump roadie.

Life

"Not allowing yourself to be who you were always meant to be
 is the grossest miscarriage of justice."
 --by poet

You have a God-given right to be you
Live your truth fully each day
Let no one bully you.

SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written March 24, 2022
Syllables 10-7-6 checked by HMS and PS
For “Form K – Kimo” poetry contest
Sponsored by Constance La France

Beyond Flesh

You must work for it to get it
You must pry if you must see 
Those deep aspects of reality 
Where it happens before we see 

The physical is the grossest of realms 
The others are subtle but more real

If it happens before we get to see it
Here is the terminus of a long process 

In the quietness of the mind they all exist 
The multiple worlds a being dwells at same time 
Patience is a useful tool in this great adventure 
To within, where higher realms are revealed

Self Appraisal

Moment by moment, as life does unfold
We find mind not fully immersed therein
Assigning meaning to what we behold
Diffusing vibrations grazing our skin

What we call waking, being grossest state
The light of awareness, here too flickers
During sleep, senses rested, we gyrate
Responses both instinctive and weaker

Subtlest state of deep sleep, oblivion
We feel rested but know not what transpired
Steady attention, distant horizon
For ego, it seems, has us all hard wired

Let us begin then, with the waking state
Choosing, if need be, to endlessly wait

17-June-2021

On Being Who You Are

New rhyme, new lyric, an old melody
Michael, not the archangel, sat across from me
At table and spoke about his new outlook
On life, a sudden leap into conversion (I took
Him to mean) , that confusion in his addled brain
Had allowed family, friends, others to subtly gain
Control over his innate inclination to be gay
Asking, "And what do you think Jesus would say? 
Almost incoherently, in tears, his soulful eyes fell
"I am so afraid of dying and going to hell! "
"If you should be punished forever, seems to me, 
For not being who you were always meant to be
Is the grossest miscarriage of justice, my friend.
Here is the best advice I have to lend: 
Self-denial is the pathway to hell on this earth
So, be true to yourself, and believe in your worth."

TENTH PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's "Your Choice Contest"
Poetry Soup

Alas Dear Madam

Alas Dear Madam

Alas, dear Madam, have I thee wronged
by gesture, savage word, or deed,
thus giving thee cause for sorrow,
importuning your heart to bleed?

Have I, dear Madam, given thee
injury so rank and so low
as to merit your cool design
to suffer me the status quo?

Dear Madam, have I deceived thee
and showered thee with silken lies,
or primed thee with honeyed words
that cloak dark purpose in disguise?

Nay, dear Madam, no wrong to thee
did I meanly perpetrate.
no grievous sin did I commit,
nor cold insult dedicate.

My grossest error, dear Madam,
was to unknowingly explore
the pride sleeping in your bosom
and its delicacy ignore.

So, dear Madam, please forgive me
for the numb bruises I thee gave
to that one part of a woman
which no man should ever brave.

Alas Dear Madam

Alas Dear Madam

Alas, dear Madam, have I thee wronged
by gesture, savage word, or deed,
thus giving thee cause for sorrow
importuning your heart to bleed?

Have I, dear Madam, given thee
injury so rank and so low
as to merit your cool design
to suffer me the status quo?

Dear Madam, have I deceived thee
and showered thee with silken lies,
or primed thee with honeyed words
to cloak dark purpose in disguise?

Nay, dear Madam, no wrong to thee
did I meanly perpetrate.
no grievous sin did I commit,
nor cold insult dedicate.

My grossest error, dear Madam,
was to unknowingly explore
the pride sleeping in your bosom
and its delicacy ignore.

So, dear Madam, please forgive me
for the numb bruises I once gave
to that one part of a woman
which no man should ever brave.

A Ruthful Threnody

For fiercest queens, the finest pedigree,
Begetter and bestower of all lauds;
For foulest plagues, the fairest remedy,
Despoiler and destroyer of all frauds.
Revered for rectitude, renowned for laurels,
You helped reform the world to honest fame;
Reviled as sinister, renounced on morals,
The world deformed you to mendacious shame.
Now candid trade’s betrayed by blackened graft, 
And harmless wit’s harangued by hurtful wile,
And simple skill’s arraigned by compound craft,   
And vulgar pride's maintained by vulpine guile.
	The grossest lies all get averred for gain
	Since humblest truth became impugned and slain.

Being Human

Osteoporosis, spinal stenosis
halitosis, that's the grossest
Hemorrhoids, hypo hyper thyroids
gallbladder removal will leave a void
Arthritis, pyelonephritis, gingivitis  
we will survive in spite of these
Toe fungus will not be the death of us
its' cure you will ask what was all the fuss
Crooked toes, snotty nose, itchy down below
Pancreatitis, gastroenteritis, myocarditis
cannot frighten us, though impotence might
and possibly to a womans' delight
on not
Torn rotator cuff, oral cancer from rubbing snuff
COPD will make you huff and puff
Diminished brain, malfunctioning drains
generalized aches and pains
of these we are not deprived
BUT, it's still awesome to be alive

A Certain Stink

Have you ever noticed how
raunchy our children can smell? 
Like the stench that arises
from, say, a rotting seashell.

It's true; cohabitation
can impose a certain stink.
But family ignores it,
despite what others might think.

Sometimes a polite request
is personal and discreet.
And other times, dad might yell,
for God's sake, go wash your feet.

Baths are most often paid for
when odors can't be ignored.
Perhaps you'll offer a toy
or some treat as a reward.

When they sit on an incline, 
foul gasses tend to leak out.
And with a rubicund blush,
they'll blame the dog, no doubt.

We have learned to tolerate
most odors floating around.
But those silent, deadly farts
are the grossest smell, hands down.


(Quatrain)


3/5/2015

Queen of Hearts

QUEEN   OF   HEARTS

Queen of Hearts, delightful and red,
Baked some tarts, or so it is said,
Left them to cool on the windowsill: 
Knave of Hearts then ate his fill.

Queen called the King to remonstrate  -
Court-royal was  assembled to adjudicate:
Knave was guilty, plain to see,
But the court-royal set him free.

Queen called her queen-friends, spades and clubs.
They agreed it was the grossest of snubs,
Suggested punishment for the King so red:
No dinner,  no  tv,  no sleeping in her bed.

More tarts were baked in fulness of time.
Eating them was made a serious crime
By Queen’s new red husband,
The legally reliable King of Diamond.

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Written for Paula Swanson's Contest   "Pick A Card, Any Card"

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