Italian Sonnet Poems

The Silent Kiss

Enticed, seduced, and speedily distilled,
stumbling dumbly, she trips into the arms
of decadence—(such hedonistic charms!)
—and finds her stubborn inhibitions spilled

in a puddle around her thoughts—and, stilled, 
her mind is free (of any and all alarms (!) )
of worry, fear, and doubt—beyond all harms
she thunders for a fresh martini, chilled. 

Teetering at the brink of another drink
she’s

stillness

silence cloaks silence as we dive in deep
into the void that holds all existence
and we do so by shedding resistance 
that seeks outcomes causing presence to sleep
so we remain still and let God’s grace seep
into our core that thus blurring distance
our heart’s persistence without insistence
paves the way for our soul’s consciousness leap

moment to moment, all

Cage of duality

Destiny any, there’s a common thread
in the unique journey of every soul,
going through life, playing their ordained role,
attachments gripping fickle heart in dread.
False is the narrative which we’ve been fed,
ego the villain, who inner light stole,
veiling soul’s sheen with thoughts as black as coal,
negating heart’s love by living in head.

Melding head with heart, we exit

Kundalini

shakti faculty uncoils awake, rise
sacred kundalini life-force stream
connecting radiant spiral wheels gleam 
ecstatic prana floods to paradise 
creative energy winding serene
unifies with cosmic Supreme divine 
sanctified exposed exalted benign
purified individual Soul seen

equal masculine and feminine poles 
high frequency Source liberates powers 
supersonic singular wisdom grow
gracefully presents fertility whole 
hot bellied alert colour fruity hours 
spinal

Murder in the Red Barn

A couple soon to be said newly wed,
yet swiftly snuck behind the family’s back
to swear the vow inside th’old shack,
quick forgot’n, buried a secret dread; 

A reek awaftin’ out a country shed
left long and fast behind by Spring-heeled Jack,
the stench o’ rot stinkin’ from a sack
discovers a soiled corpse ‘n’a mangled head;

Well…, they ‘was a

The Master Builder

I don’t believe ideal love is real…
Can castles in the sky be built to last
eternities? Or rather burn, as fast
as marriage papers (and melt the holy seal)? 

Besides, I hate to think I’m meant to steal
the blueprint to a fortress from my past
to use to plan my future, to forecast
the whim of winds who caren’t

Who am I

“One being freed from the grip of Ahamkara attains his unmanifest state like the spotless moon becoming full after eclipse.” ~ quote from the Adhyatma Upanishad 


thoughts seem to arise without volition
but mindful eye traces heart as the source
wherefrom vibrations emoted in morse
seek from mind as symbols, their rendition

desires of heart cause intent’s emission
but is

An Enemy of the People

O’ Hell!…to step aside, to slink along
the new-found, unstrolled alley road
and leave behind a heavy, long borne load—
Who would not, grinning, breathe a sigh of song? 

InDeed, to risk the chances, Right or Wrong,
to journey off the main paths, tippy-toed,
and dare the dirty sidetracks, blithely rowed
by dank needles, gross junk,—who, but one strong?

Our dear protagonist

Dysmorphed

I, looking in the mirror yesterday,
witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine;
and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign,
seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way.

And, as I, squinting, gazed on that display,
an unheeding hand groped at the outline
of the coldly reflective glass confine.
I watched it slowly mangle the red-clay

body which, lifeless, answered my dead stare.
Tearing

What Makes me Smile

What makes me smile?—For one: the grin of life;
but, too, its touch of giggle grazing on 
my ticklish skin,—Though soon again withdrawn,
yet long lingers in memory, full, rife. 

This makes me smile—(the laughter of a leaf
fluttering through the airs of yawning dawn.
I think it now, though next I’ll find it gone,
but note the chimes of

Magnetic pull of bliss

When distanced from source we feel incomplete,
which involuntarily births intent
to be still, being our way to repent,
that thus by surrendering at God’s feet,
invoking grace we sense magnetic heat,
signalling God has accorded consent,
for our pristine soul’s heavenward ascent,
in bliss mists, leaving heart feeling upbeat.

The cause behind all causes, is this pull,
being simply stated, God’s magnetism,
rapture beyond

comprehending non-duality

intermediate truths will do for now
involving dissolution of ego
staid stillness reveals what mind cannot know
by direct touch, God wisdom does endow
kundalini rises if we allow
whence sailing in the boat which God does row
spirit repays debts of love which we owe 
clear sight’s bestowed when to His will we bow

ego vaporises yet we remain
we as living

Be Mine?

I’d say I know my partner pretty well:
She’s cool, so smooth, and outshines every light?
that merely grazes her—O’! what a sight! 
If just that you could see what I can’t tell!

My partner is that holy, hallowed well!—
A muse and martyr, wisp and wanton sprite, 
if you could catch an honest glimpse, you might
then think I’ll

Nightscape

Like tufts of cotton colored red and rosy
And scattered through the baby sky at light
Eve’, twilight clouds are whirling around the white
moon, orbiting their spoke, all lush and lazy;

Or strands of cloth sent fluttering a’mosey
through late afternoon drowsying near night,
and circling about, like crimson kites in flight,
a beaming moon, swirling afloat and hazy; 

The heavens,

Under the Surface

Friend,
	     Silence listens,—every thought we think,
each new feeling which soundless trickles by,
the twinge of untold pain, the snuck-in sigh,
are registered within the margin’s ink

Friend, 
	     Silence listens (better than your shrink),—
in worries sunken deep below the “I”,
the subterranean soul, the scrying spy,
dutifully encodes each missing link.—

Observe the

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