If one refuses trials that test the soul,
Content to walk where comfort draws the line,
The mind grows small, its vision dulled by ease,
And dormant strength lies buried, unexplored.
For challenge is the fire that shapes the will,
The weight that teaches muscle how to rise;
Without resistance, purpose learns no form,
And latent gifts decay in silent dark.
We do not know the heights within our reach
Until we strain against the pull of fear,
Nor hear our truest voice till doubt is faced.
So growth demands the courage to endure,
For only those who dare their limits learn
What greater selves await their becoming.
vasanas or tendencies cage our soul
being the instincts to which we are bound
whence in stupor thus, our heart not feel whole
yet through consciousness correction, joy’s found
holding still focus in the vibrant void
witnessing the ebb and flow of urges
we’re then not by our impulses decoyed,
since light of true Self within heart surges
watchful awareness, breath by breath maintained
slowly brings about a consciousness shift
that we be from ego cravings unchained
reclaiming soul’s light, no longer adrift
there are no shortcuts; there’s work to be done
if we truly seek with God to be one
You have no time, time’s not with us,
Back still, let love be brought with us.
Let no time rob our love in life,
Nor spill over love’s pot with us.
Forgotten we have naught with time,
Nor has ill time still caught with us.
Let’s give it a go, make it work,
Let’s find that missing dot with us,
And kindle love latent within,
Seek what was long unsought in us.
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Ghazal |01.04.2024|love
Penultimate misty mile
resonates pined
sunset swan song
of forlorn footprints
transformed to
flattened anonymity.
In the shadow of
cleaved cloud
in swarming storm
turmoil threads
weave ordained
webbed horizon
languished obscurity,
Convolute canvas of
chameleon conversion
deception illumines
the last corner
patina plays
beguiled buoyant
with the remnant rays
of sanguinity.
In the final flash
of the sinking sun
latent lattice
fabricates in delusion
unframed dreams
of petrified life
in kaleidoscopic snapshot.
Hate is a latent poison
That slays without hesitation
It is a steely prison
That halts the shining of one's dawn
It is an iron shackle
That dims one's hope for miracle
Should you hate until your doom
Then your fate won't come to bloom
*When you hate, especially for long or without sufficient reason, it is not the one that you hate that suffers but you*
September 9, 2022
Eager Earthly Ears,
Earth's Endless Elegance Ends
Everytime Ethics Edge!
Latent heat’s invisible,
with potency tangible,
feeling caterpillar’s sigh,
dreaming of a butterfly.
Plateaus before peaks a test,
to check if in trust we rest,
knowing that in timeless time,
we’ll imbibe bliss throbs sublime.
16-May-2022
a brief life
but intense
inflections
dissolved to show
softly
falling rain
prodigious
blossom
in spring
tones of green
fine colouring
continuous
transparent
aglow
gradual shapes
in
latent grace?
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Latent heat, shifts invisible
As water becomes steam
Witness hermit, God’s miracle
By melding with the stream
Soul grows, as of seeds sown
Bliss in-pours, on its own
Feel it now, all home grown
We’re upbeat
Latent heat
20-October-2021
Quietus
10/14/21
Everything follows you home,
Your skin is denying,
The usual monochrome,
For grip marks applying,
The shell of your catacomb.
Parts are tempted to find out,
The severity of,
Anything I’m forced to doubt,
For the sake of our love,
Entwined in roots yet to sprout.
Gesture or reason won’t sway,
Expel every sentence,
Justifications convey,
Your pleas for repentance,
In the complete wrong way.
You’re useless as a disgrace,
And cliché as lovers,
I don’t need to see a trace,
Your dress barely covers,
Areas that aren’t my place.
This betrayal severs my spine,
My newfound awareness,
Lowers me down from your vine,
And into the bareness,
Of a concrete chalk outline.
Quintain (Sicilian) - Emile Pinet
Losses not consolidated leave contributor raw
Arrears rip pages of rational compassionate law
Turblent thoughts toss turn to channel retaliation
Embittered brain rubs static into smooth radio station
Nocturnal curtain eternal drawn over forgiving stance
Tortured cortex tar drips coal smudge repugnance
Behind lids of eyes fingertips pressing upon
Lacking exposure conjures warped projection
Attonement can't be granted during darkness
Confessions sparkle once in white starkness
Killing accountability in murky private mind
Proliferating hatred sees old harm magnified
Asperity of sins committed stew in torpid trench
Years of historic plot twist regale harsh revenge
Bulged breeding dim ideas seethe evil scheme
Attack mapped by movie shock putrid scenes
Creeping balaclava covered crow bar at chest
Knavish initiation repaid with blood reaps debt
24th August 2021
Written for Contest : The Colour Black
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Loss of creative skills implied
a soul has died,
leaving bereft
those who are left.
Latent talents youth unexplored
may be restored
in later years,
no undue fears
Lest a waiting world be refused
future recused
nothing gainful,
loss is painful.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written July 17, 2021
submitted to "12 Lines in Rhyme" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
In latent halls, where memories dwell
Mist gathers on a shunted trolly
Abandoned wreckage
A decaying track runs forever
From shrouded heights
Fall unnamed questions
A bell’s toll fades
Resting only on the lines end
Indeed, only the end
As lightning fills the room
a fright’ning flash of doom,
and thunder shakes the night
I wonder if it’s right
this feeling deep within
concealing latent sin,
these lusted dreams that be
a latent part of me.
July 8, 2020
A strum of guitar in the rain
falling softly near my shame
all those kisses in the past
a memory a thought an everlast
no I didn't no I couldn't but I did
you knew I couldn't keep it hid ?
laughter peels hearts a stripped
eyes of color butter whipped
nicely thoughts burnt cigarettes
you and I reading, "The Gazette "
yes I folded like an origami cloth
as I clung to the flame like a moth,
on the veranda you a newcomer
on that hot and lonely latent summer .
June 1, 2019
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