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Existence is the cauldron where elements brew
Earth, water, fire and air, are in space entwined
Each has unique attributes, maintaining life
Cognised by presence when they are aligned
Holy Spirit grazes form, beginning at root of spine
Earth comes alive, as blood begins to flow
Two thirds of the planet is water; we are likewise
We feel in stillness, our sacral water centre glow
Energy ascent continues, igniting fire in the navel
So enlivening and comforting is magnetic heat
But what avail the spark, if there be no movement
Breeze of air obliges, making our heart upbeat
Thus from root to sacral, navel and then our heart
Grace activates all elements and body glands
Passing through throat corresponding to aether
Into the head ovoid to cognise God’s heavenly lands
Ancient Hermitic wisdom affirms: as above, so below
Made in God’s image, we represent the whole
Five senses, elements and electricities as yet unknown
Oh hermit, we ourselves are the light, scriptures extol
Shun an useless, long wait: patience is a powerful skill,
incinerate in sparkling fire vainglorious dreams;
know true, inner serenity: kick off doubts and illusions,
set in motion each aspiration, don't ever sit still!
What blinds the eyes is a strangest mirage,
seeking fantasy in unrealistic settings is a waste;
whoever exercises wisdom builds a strong murage:
who is capable of attacking a castle in such a haste?
Knowledge is an useful tool to cultivate awareness,
keep clear of tricks: the cunning one will pay in blood;
stop deceiving the vulnerable one so naive of suspiciousness,
stealing bread from his humble table is a despicable deed!
If motivation is absent in thought and action,
nothing is worthwhile; appreciation arises stupor,
anger provokes attack: retribution weights a ton,
who is able to carry it, can advance and win his war!
Loss won't prevent anyone from trying again,
who has carved out, with a chisel, a passage
to get freedom is not ready to give up his pain...
until he's certain that it was a worthy escape!
The noise of artillery, the resonance of screams
activates terror in the soldier who didn't choose his fate;
and pushing further into these frightening realms,
the shutting of eyes puts eternally to rest the furious hate!
She ran away,
Into the night,
Alone and sad.
They saw her,
Watched, then approached,
Offered her kindness.
She felt safe,
With innocent trust
She accepted friendship,
Went with them,
Believed in goodness.
They beat her.
Force fed drugs,
Imprisoned, bound, gagged.
Trapped and scared
She wet herself.
Men came in
Violated, ravished, despoiled.
Screaming in pain,
Hungry and cold.
The abuse continued,
Day after day
Death threats delivered.
Family and friends
Search and appeal.
Police examine evidence.
Twelve hour shifts
In sexual slavery,
No possible escape,
Branded by ink.
Feelings of repugnance
She covets death.
A tip off
Activates Police raid.
They find her,
Bruised, petrified, vacant.
Inside a cage,
Blemished, defiled, impure.
Reunited with family,
Striving for normality,
An uphill climb.
Courage and tenacity
Needed for survival.
Guilty and impure.
Never again to
Be a child.
7th March 2017
most instances when i initially seat
myself priming creative literary juices to flow,
an unspecified number hours elapse
before that eureka i.e. Jackie Oh
revelation transpires
witnessing, this scruffy, prickly,
and madly scratching itchy hairs
dotting chinny chin chin of this hobo
hook huns hitters hymns elf
tubby a generic home
er run (hitting) mill
(on the floss sing false teeth)
common everyday fluky,
nippy, nap noopy Joe,
whence upon gestation ova hen chic idea
(Egg heads, merely
scrambled random thought fragments
at that stage) scrunching brow
activates laser focus,
a scattershot burst of tangential thread populate
formerly barren tabula rasa,
sans, Lenovo external screen
once again defying (tomb me
akin to some eternal mystery),
trucked since time immemorial
inexplicable, that sudden ignition
asper cerebral automatic
catalytic converter kickstarter
(hmm...perhaps cogs and gears
housed within medulla oblongata)
foster fecund fertilization,
an inexplicable phenomena,
I dune hot know
explanation, but upon advent
whence, wispy vague undefinable inchoate
coalesce analogous to genesis of animal new life
when there appears just the merest hint
of fledgling wispy notions strive similar
to sperm cells
fervently whipsawing vis a vis,
via flagellation motility misfits
and false starts before this crotchety scribe
mollycoddles crux of embryonic idea
congeals, expresses, and forms
grandiose manifest destiny
mentioned above i.e. Ho
Lee Judas Priest remaining catharsis
seems like a versatile
self determining tour de force
whereat fingers of the lefthand
move of their own volition spilling forth poe
whet tree once expended leaves (of grass)
finds me Walt sing whit man nigh hick cull
tickled pink with a soft after glow.
My lady wife does strange things with the lavatory brush
She stands it in the loo and then she activates the flush
But she’s my girl and not someone that I would want to chasten
Except she leaves the brush there like it’s Guardian of the Basin
I know she pours in loads of bleach in which the brush can soak
I don’t know why she does this for alas I'm just a bloke
So when I walk into the loo that brush is standing proud
Protruding from the lavvy pan as I proclaim out loud…
My darling, I’m so happy that you keep our home hygienic
But that there plastic poker in our loo is hardly scenic
So I don’t have a Labrador but what if I were blind…
You’d find me running out of here while clutching my behind
END TIMES : TWO
End time dramas continue
to unfold as foretold
tribes of Judah and
Gad united in ether
descending conspiring
to pull Matrix strings
across rooms boom
death Will hidden
documents forged
a trigger activates
illicit action
Centre remains perfection
resurrection
Claim no marriage for
money honeyed
both are paper thin
dust speckled dragonflies
glide into geraniums cry
Truth mourns
hen-chicken ferns
hush murky tears
car ignition fear
burns
Pain has nowhere to
pulse but deep within
stealth sidles sleep
jealousies bleep
forever laced in viral
lanced cellular haste
Antares and Arcturus
watch spiritual warriors
discuss hush actions
gush
Clothed in black head
to toe racing an Audi
making it glow, split
second disappearance
Light sees ass twitch
seeking protection from
words rained in past
reflections
Outgrown forms collapse
to usher in cycles of
initiatory synapse
What is this past anyway ?
Another man’s download
in a desert of dialectic
redemption fast
These end times hold
keys to Uruz strength
so wrenching deep
mouldy ceilings weep
glass teapot aches
growth changes rune
stone answers fake
Passages of Dark part
once again decay
death fertilization
gestation rebirth
this is progression
as mirth
Then Melchedzidek spoke
in cloak to Sham’s Forty
Rules of Love inked across
my marked forehead
mint plant pegged
ancient fern atop torn
garden statue stern
Who will take the
Leap of Faith leaving
to proclaim missions
without a fission
Spiritual warriors know
their inner laws when
writ in cursive upon
open doors
they care not when
orders to leave
fly thick and fast
not cheap
Miners died in vain cold
digging for gold sold to
adorn Draco throats torn
glistening gloat
forms dying disguised
as boss lost tossed
we know no collapse
will not be flossed
our timing spot
on glossed
We live life potent
respected radical
transition
seize a moment
seen the vision !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025
Kundalini is pulse that moves
Divine Mother at root of spine
Who ascends when head-heart align
God’s life force in our body grooves
Magnetism, that keeps us alive
To its rhythm, nodes within us jive
It’s the light that darkness removes
Ego takes a backseat; soul shines
We transcend mind-body confines
Benign bliss burn, our soul approves
Mother activates by Her touch
From fears and desires, we declutch
That God dwells within, to us proves
By transmuting our feeble form
Enlivened with love and light warm
Kundalini is all that moves
God’s life force in our body grooves
It’s the light that darkness removes
Benign bliss burn, our soul approves
That God dwells within, to us proves
02-May-2023
Constanza (poetry form invented by Connie Marcum Wong)
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UP TO 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Gramnar
Nothing lies between charming Eve and her,
portrayed in the radiant face of rainbow hue,
shimmering with an enigmatic smile.
The charisma of the spectacular still life,
created layer on layer by maestro Vinci,
activates the sense of awe in the luring visage,
with the eyes of crystal stars dreaming cosmic dreams.
The tinsels of charm swathe the mesmerized hearts,
pulsating with beguiling celestial cadence.
The aura of exquisite brilliance spreads the veil of mystery
on the grand masterpiece of superb living art.
The metaphors of her relentless appeal
define women’s enduring eternal magnificence,
worthy of memento in lunar luminescence.
Come admiration in lush
The pleasure that make you blush
Of becoming dear to your crush
I need to talk to you
It signals the pit to woo
Which one endlessly pursue
J wish this is to Him your mind
The pleasure breed loyalty to find
No bluff in the faith admired
Think of the panic
That gives in without manic
Even not minding how acerbic
Toast His distress
The holy protection on the cross
That delivers your peace
The deep breath
Which activates salvation's birth
Via his brutal death
What is right
Easy but seems tight
Earn never without fight
Who live without life
Jesus' salvage cum strife
Thrive not without thinking afterlife
He is the way
On which you find brae
Follow on cum grey
He gave out His best
Fight and beat your chest
To never rest till you rest
For there will be no grace
After the earth's race
Hugged by your own trace
The splendor of blossoming flower,
in the petals of the unfurling buds it lies,
as the spring’s sweet scent shower
saturates the latticed wings of butterflies.
Their charm surrounds the frame of charisma,
I see suspended on the wall,
and while watching I float in the air of fantasy,
I reinvent the captivating magnetism of Mona Lisa.
The sensuous forces of attraction that enthrall,
carry women’s time transcending pure beauty.
Nothing lies between the charming Eve and you,
when you’re in view my vision is suffused
with the enchanting radiance of rainbow hue,
shimmering on the enigmatic smile enthused
by the lure of the silver-lined drifting cloud,
making the face enticingly glamorous,
filling my mind with endearing fascination.
As my entranced feelings come out of shroud,
I envision the picture so gorgeous
exude the lady’s everlasting attraction.
The charm of the spectacular still life image,
created by the painter supreme,
activates the sense of awe with the luring visage,
with the eyes of crystal stars dreaming cosmic dream.
As the tinsels of charm swathe my mesmerized heart,
the pulsation of beguiling cadence I feel.
I perceive the aura of exquisite brilliance
in the grand masterpiece of superb living art.
The metaphors of her relentless appeal
define women’s enduring eternal magnificence.