Looking deeper than mind and senses five,
instruments provided for earth life use,
in stillness, eye of the soul let’s revive,
since ego cravings lead to self-abuse.
Following scent of love, bliss beat’s our muse,
we get to a knowing no one can teach,
as illusion of space-time we so breach.
Discarding every conditioned belief,
jettisoning fear, renouncing desire,
we so give our soul much needed relief,
that with no objects we seek to acquire,
we then ignite in heart, God’s cosmic fire.
First things first, we must let go off the shore,
that through each pore of form, grace may in-pour.
Categories:
jettisoning, god, space, spiritual, time,
Form: Rhyme Royal
Your album cover
Anything for a Laugh
seems candlelight lit
arched churchways
and smoke from village Chimneys
sepia daybreak
angel clouds jettisoning
with yellow filter
You died in Newcastle
broken by the rain,
only one album
and a few credits
cherished by a few
Categories:
jettisoning, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
I go about my everyday chore
full of zest but no desire to score,
with no rear view mirror, in this moment,
I frolic about in throb of bliss magnetism potent,
as it so transforms my form, layer by layer,
the invocation being my prayer,
allowing my soul to be by love led,
jettisoning from my being, ego now dead,
judging no one for I know in truth all are one
and thus in timeless time, coming undone,
in an aspect of embrace and release,
with no demons left to appease.
Categories:
jettisoning, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
"The languish are not the unfortunate ones, they're only victims of circumstances. Let's throw in the buoy."
- Quote _ by poet
They become weak as the days go by,
Some even fall and die,
The elements are too feeble to prop them,
Something else pervades the realm.
Their beneficiaries are nonchalant to their plight,
They’re engrossed in their search for light,
Ignoring the attendant effects,
Jettisoning the causative defects.
The former are gradually becoming a shadow,
Around them is a shrivelled meadow,
They’re bleeding on the inside,
The writings are all on the outside.
Categories:
jettisoning, nature, tree,
Form: Quatrain
A skinny black girl, her torso submerged,
long neck holding her head up like a swimming Anhinga.
I should not know what a ‘snakebird’ is --- I am eleven years old
and have lived in the same dirty part of London all my life.
Florida is a missing piece in a school jigsaw,
while the British Empire is a scummy quarry basin pond
behind a brick factory.
My body feels rasped by cosmic sluice gates.
I could tell the girl wonderful things,
but my skull is an open hatch
jettisoning the rest of my life.
Small boys call to me in a trilling tongue,
a pictorial language made from sticks and stones.
Their faces familiar but their names
long drowned by decades.
I am recalling, falling through a time circle
in a rippling pond.
Anhinga-girl circles around,
eyes wide, waiting for me to say something.
I don't know how to speak to children from other places.
I gulp water and splutter from a faraway memory.
She grins and frog-legs away.
Categories:
jettisoning, poetry,
Form: Free verse
blast from the past
leaves us appalled & aghast
crude wake up call
delusion blown in the squall
savage dream images
ferality that conscience ravages
remnants of our past
resurfacing for an unholy repast
negativity seeking release
being a bubble of ego imaginary
we allow it to quietly burst
for love alone quenches our thirst
in prayerful surrender
19-September-2020
Categories:
jettisoning, dream, fear, love, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Three wild frolicking hairy unkempt hillbillies
Jettisoning off their wonderful new pet
Doing banshee yells and hog calls
Happily playing with their newest mate
Where is Piggy? They asked Mom.
Until sundown they looked for him.
Pretty soon they smelled sweet sauce.
Beside themselves with grief, ate barbeque.
Categories:
jettisoning, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Blank verse
For year two thousand fourteen to be better,
We must excavate no bones from our past.
By forgiving others, our grievances, we unfetter,
Building a kinship with God that will last.
So lets rush headlong into this new beginning,
Jettisoning those grievances we've held in store.
When we nurse a grievance, Satan's wining,
Don't let him entice you from Heaven's door.
A Thought
Regret is only felt after it's too late
And we oft perceive a matter to be,
Until to us, it becomes.
Categories:
jettisoning, change,
Form: Lyric
LETTING GO
Forever wasn't meant to be
Dreaming past the present was never a possibility
Imagining just you and I was inconceivable
I feared losing my liberty
And the ability to be me
Jettisoning my variable character
Having my soul eaten away
Erosion of my psyche
All I feared you would do to destroy me
Us becoming we was scary
Physically I am free
Emotionally you have imprisoned me
A strong hold you have on me
Thinking of you threatens to destroy my Fragility
Our past will never be dissolved
Or allowed to inhabit the recesses of our minds
To become not even a passing memory
To release me
One day I may break free
I hold the key but
Letting go is very hard for me
Categories:
jettisoning, relationship,
Form: Prose
Dogging the Walk
by Odin Roark
Yes
Like so many things
Humans got that wrong too
Check it out
To walk a dog
Suggests
A tether with a human first
Dog second
Like walking a kid
Or grandma
Or pouting mate
All have tethers (gender be damned)
A connection putting the walker
Up front
Leading the walked behind
Occasionally loping to the side
Depending on sobriety or age
Now as to dogs
The walker’s tether extends
Forward
Pulling
Jerking
At times
Jettisoning not the walked
But the walker
So next time
Get it right
Say it accurate
Walking the dog
Wrong
Dogging the walk
Right
Earth to Mars
This is the Tolbert Report
Signing off for today
More of earth’s backward living tomorrow…
Assuming they survive
Categories:
jettisoning, sorry,
Form: Free verse
All the charms of life evaporated in thin air
All the acts and deeds of prime of life behind
Face smeared with wrinkles and agony of despair
In the deserted dwelling facing times unkind
A picture of hopelessness an image of neglect
Deserted by friends and abandoned by the near and dear
Embittered by surroundings, environment imperfect
How can someone a falling edifice endear
His soul threatening to vacate the body’s falling mansion
His tongue tired of tasting the bitterness of attitude
His limbs reluctant to act on the mind’s dictation
His heart declining to lift the burden of solitude
Jettisoning the cargo of love like a wrecked ship
Like a frost bitten leaf crushed by ailment’s cruel feet
Dimmed and thirsty eyes bereft of sleep
The aching body eagerly awaiting its destiny meet
Sintra, Portugal.16-06-2012
Categories:
jettisoning, allegory, life, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Scintillating muse providing inspiration
Jettisoning convention for innovation
Scuttling old patterns without expiation
Countermanding discourse with new creation
Alternating rhythms for lofty oration
Imbuing myths with crafty animation
Ennobling verse with majestic simulation
Abridging meter with stimulating catechization
Utilizing parody to intensify gratification
Brandishing riddles with crafty illusion
Burnishing irony in stunning profusion
Instilling prose with deeper alliteration
Suddenly, faltering in my bridled station
Confronted by seamless repetition
Disrobed of all callous pretension
Jaundiced at my mindless ambition
Reconsidered sages merited position
Re-read Homer, Virgil with more appreciation
Studying Shakespeare became new avocation
Bequeathing to the ancient bards greater approbation
Categories:
jettisoning, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme
The sea rose up to kiss the sky
crashed down upon the ship
then tossed it high
like some baby with a new toy.
The slaves emerged blinking
in the harsh light on deck
Their chains for ever linking
their ultimate fate.
Suddenly the chain pulled tight
and sliding and screaming
The slaves without a fight
slipped into their watery grave .
So who is to blame
for this merciless deed?
Just a false insurance claim
paid for those lost at sea!
Based upon the true story of slave traders drowning their slaves. In order to claim the
insurance that could only be paid out for those lost at sea. As dramatised in Turner's
painting of a slave ship.
Six
Categories:
jettisoning, holidaylost, lost,
Form: I do not know?