Subtle wafting enlivening fragrance
Waves of cascading bliss ripples arise
Lingering thus in timeless dalliance
In which heart delights in childlike surprise
Time dissolved stillness holds sway over heart
As consciousness chooses to vaporise
Feeling each moment bliss ignition start
Causing lower mind in time to capsize
This delightful play unfolds deep within
With nary a trace upon countenance
Hermit in but not of this world of sin
Transfixed thus in divine entwined parlance
Such open secrets hidden in plain sight
Cognised by lamas with spherical sight
18-January-2022
Categories:
lamas, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
So the records say on a past day,
The Dalai Lama sat on a peaceful bench, not that far away!
I had to find out if he was right,
So set off to sit on this Anglesey delight,
When I got to Llanbadrig church,
The wind was swirling high on the purch,
A boat was bouncing gracefully on the waves,
With gulls gracing the heavens, in swathes,
Knights graves still stood on the church wall,
Standing elegant, graceful and more,
The singing and dancing spiritual treat,
Added to the deafening silence on this magical seat,
Tiptoeing my way through this windy crowd,
High up on this Delai Lamas spiritual cloud.
Categories:
lamas, appreciation, beauty, faith, inspiration,
Form: Couplet
Stop starting a fire and feeding the fire that you can't even put out.
You know you are being bluntly dumb founded and stupidly ignorant.
There are countless words to say.
You know that we are right but, you don't even comprehend
what she is trying to get her point across!
I'm pretty sure your Mother taught you better than that.
The whole argument is irrelevant if you can't spell correctly
Don't you worry your pretty little heart, because you will not ruin our Family relationship!
I rather go and be something of myself, than be exactly like you
It's kinda funny you are trying to put up this big fight.
Your words can't hurt me because I'm better than that
Drama was meant for the lamas
Sooo save It all for a different baby mama!
The list could go on for hours, so don't even try
You are only getting feed words, , I do suppose
Seeing how you are both uneducated makes tho, more of a target!
You only make me frustrated I have had enough with all the BS
Categories:
lamas, bullying, childhood, emotions, judgement,
Form: Free verse
Like Ogden I dwell on llamas or lamas.
Like Yeats I'm too too morose.
My rhymes are more like Thomas
And too little of the red red rose.
\Like Shakespeare methinks too much;
Like Dickinson I'm so so morbid
And, of course, like Dylan a total lush
And always much too torpid.
\So like Coleridge's albatross
And Thayer's Casey-at-the-bat
I'll have to hope my thoughts will cross
The grey matter just below your hat.
Categories:
lamas, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Like Ogden I dwell on llamas or lamas.
Like Yeats I'm too too morose.
My rhymes are more like Thomas
And too little of the red red rose.
\Like Shakespeare methinks too much;
Like Dickinson I'm so so morbid
And, of course, like Dylan a total lush
And always much too torpid.
\So like Coleridge's albatross
An Thayer's Casey-at-the-bat
I'll have to hope my thoughts will cross
The grey matter just below your hat.
Categories:
lamas, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme
From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound
the lamas leap and the water falls-- clear,
mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground.
The majesty of the Andes astounds
for from behind the clouds, the peaks reappear.
From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.
Like great red-clay dunes or snow capped mounds;
courts rise and fall in terrain, so austere;
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
Rainbows of red, blue, and gold oft surround
distant ruins of gray stones, now severe
from the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.
Solid, earth-bound, sun-browned, lost to the hounds,
so, Quechua shepherds bound stairs cavalier--
mindful; the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
Pachamama's love surrounds without bounds,
long gone are the conquers; all life is here,
from the mountain's peak, the wooden flutes sound--
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
* Quechua is one of the native people of Peru
**The Dominican Monks set hounds trained to kill
on the natives who refused conversion.
*** Pachamama, fertility Godess in Incas Mythos
Categories:
lamas, spiritual, travel,
Form: Villanelle
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Captain Lamas and four other men ascend towards the sky
Took off from their base a Florida trace of ship being lost on first sight
In Leather Neck brace and skyward race marlboroughs men alight
This journey austere triangle of fear Bumuda beyond so bright
Droning on out no sight or a vouch for wreckage or of a crew
Calls from the bay Captain I say a Galleon with canon a brute
Mist then accrues upon their strange views Spanish and decks all a bare
Lower us down to view near the ground of sea level if you dare
Photography done believeable none we swoop around all the mist
The Galleon a bow to stern disallow in a turn is gone in a twist
Return to the base U turn from this place an accident gravely of late
No sooner a turn wreckage does burn of Captain Lamas and four mates
No sign on the waves of bomber remains poor souls unknown of their fate
But those who just knew dined winely and drew meat on a pewter of plate
A pirate so coarse of cutlet and gorse sat down to feast in a tomb
Doubloons on a tray with Malboroughs they say together in A locker room
Categories:
lamas, mysterymen,
Form: I do not know?
When world is too much with me I take a week off
To stand and stare at the beauties of the Himalaya
To get away from the hurries and worries of life
To go to the Himalayas has always been my pleasure.
To climb the mountains and get good tidings
Nature’s peace flows into you as sunshine in trees.
The wind blows freshness into you with delights
Storms the energy, cares drop like autumn leaves
Would like to spread my arms encompassing
The emperor of mountains, the roof of the earth
snow-capped peaks, painted across the horizon,
Green clad foothills and valleys, glacial waters
Solitude, fortitude, much above the sea altitude.
Will sit among the lamas with maroon robes
With coal filled Bukhari heating up the place
Shadows dancing over the old Tankha paintings.
If there is a heaven , if one, on the this earth
It is here,it is here,it is here,nowhere but here.
I have posted 10 photos of one of my Himalaya visit on my blog. Please share with
me.
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Second place winner in
Contest: A week to do as I please sponsor by Carol brown
Categories:
lamas,
Form: Free verse
“Follow the Leader”, I recall is a children’s game
In reality, not an easy choice to make
And in retrospect, if it's taken literally,
Our world would surely fall flat and break
We’ve had our share of Hitlers and Stalins
Saw how those who followed lost their humanity
consciously, opting to follow, blindly
Exchanging souls for false pride and insanity!
We’ve had our share of Kings and Dalai Lamas
Those who chose to followed gained peace and wisdom
Willingly, consciously, they saw “good” and chose
To follow paths to be part of a better system
Follow the leader if you wish, it isyour right, your choice
Yet, weigh his words, compare your ideals with his
Or be lead down a slippery slope
Into the abyss intended for evil doers
*Not for Carolyn's Contest!
Categories:
lamas, political
Form: Quatrain