She who perceived what dusky tones to lyric
visions and visitations drifting sea beats
her obsidian deep in bowels of rock
mermen watching neat
River spirit maidens ask freedom's turquoise
within midnight's black grimace God gleams white light
against rainfall sky her fair deploy was
Love's only employ
Sappho's obsidian dust incubating
on Earth ~ Aphrodite's coal its sound inert
no beetles can roam its aura's fast converts
implacable hurts —
Muse awaited no crown pharoah’s lips fleshy
in cosmic time concept will bell excell
grecian pudding spiced hot on cypress table
obsidian spell
Soft dew drops upon unbound black hair curling
sprinkling coloured leaves of body's flesh tree
jet night pale blossoms wrapping barefeet pitch
woman cracked stone itch …
Amidst obsidian leaking indigo
Sappho's loamy dream creating blackout moon
sleepy swoons across mossy floor encircle
legs entwine quirkle —
Hierophants composed illusion stories
she did not believe, dark related truth’s scout
as sure as fire heats every sunset closing
Sappho’s stone reigns clout ~
Fish always keeps its eyes open
Obvious : All its cards are shown.
Staying in quiet silent mood
Neither to protest nor be rude.
Destined to be killed not to fight
Bound to surrender : Is that rIght ?
Eyes open ! Everything hostile.
With canopy of leaves tree stands
swaying branches on stream strand.
Withered leaves leave Mother tree.
Detached leaves fall on stream, as free !
Helpless ! Little brittle ripples
cradle with much care : So simple
in normal, natural life - style.
First love was completely shattered
All dreamy desires are scattered.
Swam and sank in deep despondency :
Endured failure, conspiracy.
I demanded freedom from him.
He walked away suppressing scream.
He turned inert closing love - file.
I just slipped on your teardrop
at the entrance of your heart
Obvious : I made a stop !
You cast a hesitant glance,
as promptly you were alert
I slipped on teardrop per chance !
Please ! Please do reciprocate
Do not put me just apart !
I'm rejoicing on my fate.
Soft teardrop, but acts ruthless,
rippling and I'm getting hurt,
making me very restless.
Please do not stay indolent
All my amount, I'll exert
I slipped ! A sweet accident.
I couldn't resist myself.
I'm at your door : Please don't shut.
It's only you, who can help.
Your nice eyes are now shinning :
I'm sure, you are. not inert !
I fell in love : My Darling !
GOLD WINNER
SHORTFORM POEM
JUNE 26 : Allpoetry Contest
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fake mausoleum art to blurb
with fish moths and earthworms quiet inert
it does not matter, Jake ~
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A poem by me,
perhaps serenity,
but thinking all the while,
poetic serenity
makes me smile.
Then some silly simile
invades the space,
and even active denial
of poetic paternity
puts a frown on my face.
When it hits me,
like an "as" out of place,
an inert referal
to moronic modernity,
invading more of my space.
It is not my poem
that will make me serene,
but the calming thought of creation,
through poetic humanity,
that brings the smile back to my face.
BEYOND DISTINCTIONS
a cycle
of
evolved
interpretatIons
of
disparate
traditions
elucidate
symmetric
illustrations
reality
schooled
as
allegory
corresponds
to
inward
feelings
flowering
rendering
as
a
diagnosis
both
credible
&
consoling
yet
inert
&
ignored
outworn
refractions
What happens when we use up all the words
Tie up phrases to often spun
Sit in chairs while wondering
Why these spindly legs no longer run
Have we lost sight of visions dawn
Lost our souls amid a darkening day
Cursed the butterfly to fly alone
Believe the moment froze and so must stay
As far away a crayoned hand awakes
And on a crumpled page sees more than we
For everything is new and bright and fresh
For joy has found an open heart as nest
Are words but inert beings in life’s race
And we but weary poets giving chase
Awareness sans love is inert,
heart’s joy unable to assert,
so of what use is that knowing,
which bliss magnetism cannot spurt?
On a hot summer day the refrigerator lost its tune,
for its ever-loyal quiet drone stopped so very soon.
I stood in the kitchen breathing helpless air,
disquiet silence spread unease everywhere.
I pulled the door open with a hopeful mind,
the normal winding mist I expected to find,
but a draft of warm air sneaked out blunting my nerve,
I felt looming danger to what it was meant to preserve.
The milk inside the carton waited to turn sour, I did fear,
butter wilted in golden puddle formed in a muddle near.
The vegetables started withering in their tray,
as frozen freshness slowly began to melt away.
I gave the power plug one last desperate press,
listened for a cheering click for the end of mess,
but inert silence held the refrigerator in a warm grip,
as frosty freezer felt the heat, started to slowly drip.
As the cold domain gradually turned into desert hot,
on the repairman I had my trust for the skills he got,
but until he arrived with his tools without fail,
we had our early lunch before it became stale.
The naïve life possessed by the power of craving,
turns into an inanimate object, utterly inert.
The buoyant being, unsuspecting and unblemished,
captured by the vicious clutch of cunning yearning,
rolls in remorse like the fallen gems of longing garland,
the fragile string of innocence ruefully ruptured.
The sordid senses sheathed by spiteful insolence
don’t for a moment repent the presence
in the fleeting mind the obstinate obsession
of nurturing the ephemeral debased desire
in the swathing shades of garish grey,
decimating the radiance of the sapphire spirit
of its credulous possession disowned.
For the body and mind ravaged
by the vile strike of Black Excalibur of severance
life is no longer a charismatic concept.
The piteous ruins of the broken heart pile up in futility
at the threshold of despair in the debris of disdain.
Free from the captivity of depraved love,
the agonized heart pines to rejuvenate,
hopes to find the secret of solace for the desolate soul,
waiting for the time to rise re-invented
from the wreckage of self-worth.
“He attains to the supreme Self, who is eternal, pure, fearless, formless, and supportless, who is without body, without desire, beyond the pairs of opposites, free from illusion and of undiminished power.”
The breath of God animates inert dust
which then in turn develops an ego,
which distanced from source engages in lust,
till reaching exhaustion, cravings let’s go.
Knowing we’re spirit, not this body-mind,
when with the throb of bliss beats we concur,
purifying heart, once divine aligned,
polarities merge and boundaries blur.
Exiting space time, we see in clear sight,
that we have been to by the scriptures lied,
for who in truth we are, is living light,
which we mark as the day delusion died.
Made in God’s image, we are as is He ~
Once our ego dies, we are truly free
“The whole universe shines undivided and
unbroken. Oh, the maya, the great delusion—
the imagination of duality and nonduality!”
Body-mind comes alive when breathed by God,
without which feeble form is inert dust
but we recognise this not, which is odd,
wasting the gift of life engaged in lust,
melding not with divine source, as we must.
Ceasing thinking, our head with heart linking,
attaining thus awareness unblinking,
we recognise that we are with God one,
toroidal heart with love and light inking,
ego dies and we shine like yonder sun.
Manifestation appears in space-time,
wherein we are bemused by illusion,
oblivious to God’s sublime bliss chime,
with silence alone ending confusion,
gently enabling head and heart fusion.
Within this lucid dream if we are still,
fully surrendering to God our will,
by this simple choice of just letting go,
love’s peace dove perches on soul’s window sill
and wisdom of sages we get to know.
prosaic
reality
lengthening
fading
the sensory
alluring
musing
bewildering
in
lucidity
adopts
a
radiated
aura
a paradox
close
&intimate
yet
inexpressible
profound
shadowy
&persuasive
sublime
inert
passive
In delicate dale
of latticed life,
at esoteric edge
of sinking sky,
hermit horizon
shimmers sensuous,
paled passion
glows.
On convolute contours
of scrambled dream,
whirlpool desire
swivels in inert stream,
arcane mindscape
usurped unsculpted
in twilight obscurity,
destined
In platitude plateau,
the final flow
originates inspired,
ordained for
integral fusion
with supreme sea,
the end embraces
sublime silence,
reflective.
Suffused engulfed
by sunrise shades,
longing designs,
perpetuity illusion
embeds eternal efflux,
carries vibrant soul
to the bay of bliss,
virtually.
we think about lifting our arm
nothing happens, it is inert
yet there is no cause for alarm
spontaneity makes life spurt
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