Hypnotise Poems

My dream within a dream

surfing the bardo in deep trance
before me appeared the goat head
I glanced at Baphomet askance
afraid to be by his hand led
as he pointed out at five gates
where dreams within dreams hypnotise
domains where dark desire checkmates
our soul’s light which first ebbs then dies

on waking up from this dark dream
a line of thought occurred to me
on what if life is a thought stream
for here too soul’s light I don’t see
so deepening contemplation 
I paused in the vast vibrant void
poised therein in thought cessation
whence I saw soul’s light unalloyed

as pure awareness self-aware
drenched in bliss mists feeling complete
in a realm outside time and space 
I remained still there as a dare
aligned with love’s sublime bliss beat
whence beholding clearly God’s face
with His heartbeat I chose to pair
exchanging a playful love tweet
entwined with Him in close embrace

What weaponry would she not wield to win

She’d hypnotise, entrance in playful fun,
Annoy, amuse, play-sport, or depress men,
Embrace often as snub, damsel doe-eyed,
Hijacking heart, would show no compassion,
Wonder, what weapons would she leave aside? 
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Translation (quintain) | 25.08.2025 | woman, weapon, win
Note: Here is a verse from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Once a woman wins over the heart of a man what all would she not do, the poet wonders (meter: Vasanta-tilakaa). Here is the transliteration:

Sam-mohayanti madayanti vidambayanti,
Nirbhartsayanti  ramayanti vishaadayanti |
Etaah pravishya sa-dayam hrdayam naraanaam,
Kim naama vaama nayanaa  na samaacharanti || 21 ||

The policing of voice

It's not about tone
Its about policing of voice
It's not about the sound we make
It's the words echoing through them
They don't fear us being seen
They fear us being heard
That we will hypnotise the masses with our words

They know their biggest threat is the power of our voice
It's why they wield silence as a weapon 
It's why protest is a declaration of war to them
That every march is a song of rebellion 
They fear our music not because of its beauty 
But because it spreads a message of spoken truth

We write our history
We sing our feelings
We paint our stories
Our strength Fueled 
By the mourning of our fallen
Our joy the face of protest
The very thing they want gone

CREATIVITY-4 TENETS preface

PREFACE
This  primary purpose, the actof creativity, which is more important than whether it is considered 'valuable ' or is subjectively 'good' in someone else's eyes.

the best
   and worst
     of times
haunt experience,
hypnotise
     thought
        processes
day &night:
almost
      incessant
ebb ,flow and recedes-
sleepers
  of sentiment
      once so
      isolated
arise
       awake
in small 
         fragments
to become
        phrases
in the anthology
of the creative
               being

Beautiful

I see beneath your perfect skin 
The layers you create
To hide your insecurity 
And all the things you hate

I see the superficial 
And it matters not a jot
I don't see imperfection
Or all the things you're not

I hear you talking to me
And you nearly hypnotise
I see your lips are moving but 
There's a twinkle in your eyes

There's something I'm beholding
That is not being held by you.
Not the lie you've been projecting 
But a deep place that is true 

Beautiful is more 
Than simply pouting for our friends
It's God's DNA within us
It's the perfect camera lens

Give the Devil His Due

Give the devil his due,
for he does not give up.
Each ego ploy is new,
serpentine in approach,
clinging to heart like glue.

Give the devil his due,
to hypnotise our mind.
We see not any clue,
bemused by illusions,
as myriad fears brew.

Give the devil his due,
to spin a fairy tale, 
beating us black and blue;
we continue to wail,
lined up at the church pew.

Give the devil his due,
to make us feel confined.
We’re a lion, yet mew,
frightened by mere shadows,
blurring our divine view.

26-April-2022

Joy In Permanence

Happiness,
a worthy life quest,
if it be
permanent,
igniting each node of form,
in boundless rapture.

Fears, desires,
endless thoughts spirals,
hypnotise
and bemuse,
holding us captive for life,
until we shake free.

What avail
is this fleeting joy,
when sorrow
soon follows,
teasing, taunting, torturing,
whilst we trauma bond?

In the void
of tranquil stillness,
magnetic
currents rise,
transmuting our consciousness,
as bliss throbs renew.

In being
and so becoming,
soul wisens,
heart glistens,
as God’s boundless grace in-pours,
making us complete.

01-February-2022

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Excerpt From the Compilation Prayer, Number 8, Sensitivity, Curiousity, Intelligence

Excerpts from the compilation: “Prayer” 8
Sensitivity, Curiousity, Intelligence

I wish that we can all practice nurturing 
and nourishing 
our Sensitivity, 
Never stop being Curious 
and asking uncomfortable questions,
Have the courage to wake up 
and use our Intelligence 
And take great care 
that we are not “Numbed” or “Overwhelmed”.
Especially:
By the huge amount of companies, apps and services
That “apparently” cost us nothing,
But whose (not so secret) objectives are 
To hypnotise, control, manipulate and sell – 
Especially to our children.
Or by the endless amount of mostly, 
sensation seeking media
Controlled by the spectres, 
some of whom we call leaders, 
That work best in the shadows
And only trust the light of day
When they hide behind their grand titles 
and practiced, smiling masks, 
Feeding their hungry egos and lust for power 
By creating separation, 
Panic, drama 
and questionable regulations and laws.
Who together
Are slowly, secretly removing our hard fought
Foundations and monuments of freedom:
Brick by brick...

© Sangeet Portals 2020

Courage

 
The first time we met I was dazzled by eyes blue,
and we fell in love and instantly stuck like glue.

Always your velvet deep voice could hypnotise me,
and when you said marry me I said yes with glee.

Soon the doctor said a baby is on the way,
we were so happy until that horrible day.

In a grave our baby boy was laid to rest,
we struggled with grief and really tried our best.

You were so quiet and I tried to encourage,
you died in winter-   now, I go on with courage.

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February, 21, 2021


Poetry/Modified List Form/Courage
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1331-177-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, List With A Twist
sponsor, Charles Messina, Judged 04/17/2021

Third Place

Keep Moving

Truth
is clear
and yet we
raise many doubts,
spurred by our ego
to prolong its life span.
What can we say to our will
choosing to stagnate in shallows,
refusing to acknowledge the truth
even though it stares at us in the face?

We have both inner and outer senses.
Looking outwards, we hypnotise self
lost in rise and fall of the tides.
If we but keep on flowing,
in embrace and release
with effortless ease,
we are here free.
Each entrée 
flow of 
life.

29-November-2020

Self Hypnosis

Our
active
animal
lower urges
overpower us.
Rotating attention,
exiting all stagnation,
all desires and fears rested,
childlike purity of being grants
freedom from ego borne delusion.

Contraction origin in attachment,
of fears and desires spiralling, 
pursuing illusions fleeting.
Indulging in the movie,
we hypnotise ourself
amidst images.
The suffering,
life after life
follows 
us.

29-October-2020

A Myth

Darkness covers me,
They walk the night wanting blood,
That's me ..... you,
Hiding will not help me,
They find us through body heat,
I move on quietly.
Fangs that drip blood,
Lips curled up,
Red eyes that hypnotise,
How can they be real ???,
Vampires are a myth so I was told,
Yet they are hunting me,
Stalking me wanting my blood,
I run but cannot get away,
I need the sun to come up,
       It's to late.

Humming of Faith

Humming  Of Faith

                           Dr Ranjit Dutta


As some abysmal faith
Hypnotise us
That I know.
Why am I alone?
That you know too
We are  redious of circle
Moves from centre to circumference
God never gives unasked
Action has result
That every one knows
Either a fear of losing or 
A hope to getting
Makes us humble or so unknowingly
God'll  not give  you
He"ll never give anything to anyone
We are causes
We are effects
And sometimes
Succinct of cause and effects.
Is there God in vacuum?
Can there be a life
When air lost atom?
Does faith runs fast
When dreams burn in fire?
Even faith is Oasis of life
Nectar of thirst
A wrathfull wassailer of
Evaluating light 
A victory song of
Colorful mirages.
In oscillation of trust
Dreams bloom
In humming of faith.
Life burns.

Tropical Tree Frog

calamondin eyes
hypnotise encroaching prey
sucker pads advance

Touchstones of Creativity

the best
   and worst
     of times
haunt experience,
hypnotise
     thought
        processes
day &night:
almost
      incessant
ebb ,flow and recedes-
sleepers
  of sentiment
      once so
      isolated
arise
       awake
in small 
         fragments
to become
        phrases
in the anthology
of the creative
               being

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