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Premium Member The brutes called human

                                  Legacy, paradox and affirmation
                                       Bound the human society
                                Distinct from nature's other entities
                                  We create circles and boundaries
                                            Move within them
                                     Restricting our expressions
                                    Virtues, traits and attributes
                                       The human endowments 
                                    Suffocate inside like a pigeon
                                                 In captivity

                                       Life is governed by laws of
                                          Cosmic consciousness
                                         The man-made confines
                                        Are rooted in subjectivity,
                                    Contrary to the order of nature
                                    The jungles, rivers and oceans
                                 Abounding assortments of diversity
                                Personifying mutuality and reciprocity
                               Are ruled by freedom and simultaneity 
                                              They do not fight

                                          From the time of Adam
                                          Never a day has passed
                                           When we sat at peace
                                     Blood flows cheaper than water
                                      Cries and tears do not matter
                                    The thirst continues unquenched
                                         We are not ashamed and
                                        Take pride in being human
                                     With ego, arrogance and greed 
                                       We are brutes beyond doubt


Premium Member Great Poetry

How does one define
great poetry? The best
rhyme in time? A musical
phrase that stays, reverberates
within the catacombs of a Devotee's
celestial sign, lubricating his every thought
as a priest's wine, sipping while he prays, 
saturating his blood with the effervescence
of an all loving, redeeming deity; who knows 
well His creation's need for affirmation, the urge 
to write; so invented He, neat words in sympathy 
to both inspire and delight – 
                                      Or is great poetry 
more antithetical?~ no conscious effort 
to unseal, for never prescriptively hermetical – 
a sacrilege if sanitized like something 
contrived for medically medical; enters the lull 
like a masked virus in the night, awakening soundly
sleeping hands to their inherent flight~ a light
clicked on to feverishly, tappingly, divinely compose; 
such all powerful driving might, pouring
out of every orifice I suppose: from one's mind,
eyes, lips, punctuating backside and
imperfect often grossly ventilating nose....

Premium Member I am that I am

A  HEARTBEAT PULSATING AS LIVING LIGHT



C herished was a new found identification
O mission of frequencies such as anger that manifest as consternation
N ourishment for the spirit seeking consecration 
C reativity of talent there is no limitation
E nlightenment of soul through exchange of information
P rayers answered with a constancy of affirmation
T ransformation to a new dimensional vibration
U plifting awareness transcending  through meditation
A scending consciousness now beyond confrontation
L oviing support for others, a state of actualisation
I mplement truth no unworthy temptation
S avour all enshrouded with God's creation
A ctivating self love oh what fascination
T hrive in an environment devoid of much frustration
 I nnovative action arising from investigation
O pen heart speaking positive realisation
N urture self love through daily visualisation
Form: Monorhyme

Nick Beighton

Helmand hit army captain Nick hard in October 2009,
Where he stepped on an improvised while on patrol; 
He was 27 years of age, in the Royal Engineers fine, 
But a medic saved his life, but not his legs to control. 

His rehabilitation programme took him into Para sport, 
Where he became a Trunk and Arms canoeing rower, 
And at Guildford he first rowed in April 2011, of purport,
Then he joined the GB rowing team with pair power.

He did take a medal, bronze, at the world cup, Munich,
But in 2011 October at the World’s they finished sixth;
However, they redeemed things at the 2012 hot pitch, 
When they came fourth in the gritty revenge of the sith.

Nick’s from Stockport and will be going to Rio, affirmation,  
He’s been helped by Help for Heroes veterans program,
The Sports Recovery Program which gave him definition,
And has done hand-bike charity events to save for ’em.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Embrace of Autumn


Reflections of gentle leaves, dew drenched
Feelings flowing through the oaks, trees strong
Like the lasting tears of a quiet night, stars glistening
Same as yesterday’s rain – healing and comforting,
Sighing through the melancholic lull of an overcast
Moment, whimsical and mysterious, “beyond
The silence of summer’s end”…

Dressed for joy, her smiles linger on the heart
Sighing like a miracle who believes in the contagious
Dreams, the priceless peace, the collection of moments
Who whisper through the heart, hushing the wind
Gasping for breathless songs, harmonizing with the
First frost, tenderly coloring the morning in fresh flavors
Gifts bold as the dark, creating autumn hope
Chrysanthemums, leaves crunch under foot,
Beneath the mountain’s raging flames of color, hues
Bold and alive as the stardust dreams and the brilliant
Sparks of yesterday’s laughter….

Heaven beckons from the truth that inspires, stirring
A blazing glow of blushing glory, erasing the silence with
Crimson, faded gold and threads of heartfelt amber, risking
The moments to reveal what it means, the change, 
Crisp and cool, clean as the shock from a deserted thought, 
Blessing the moments with hints of reflective beliefs,
Miracles growing around destiny, autumn laughs 
Then beckons the memory to believe in herself, her 
Ability to reveal kindness that could have been lost
In the seasonal affirmation, the resting place…

Between dreams and reality, there is an autumn light
Falling soft against the spirit, nursing dreams and breathing
Tenderness, so intimate it feels like the harvest thawing
Darkness and glowing in flames of inspiration, the muse
That comes to life when autumn touches the spirit… like a
Intimate gift, a bruising of light, autumn’s embrace – soft 
Prayers, folded into the most beautiful life!


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Alice Aforethought

Deep in contemplation, or was it cogitation,
maybe intuition, Alice had a premonition,
something's round the corner,
and she's come to warn yer,
doing all she can, before it hits the fan,
for she has seen a vision, more than a vague suspicion,
it's a strong affirmation of a predetermination,
and believe me when I say,
"Whatever omen she thought she saw,
it's on it's way here today,
and will soon be knocking down your door.
As, mirrored in her eye's mind,
all the portents are aligned,
maybe it's madness or mayhaps fun
there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run."
Now, somehow, Alice springs eternal,
in the human breast,
and, with my heart on my sleeve,
aren't you glad I got it off my chest.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Vbt Practice 6 of 112

Employing imagination
As valid affirmation 
A wish granted before uttered
Flower petals upon our path scattered

We visualise the Kundalini like lightning
Not frightening but benign & enlivening
Shakti recognising 12 finger space geometry 
Jumping chakra to chakra in instant connectivity 

Root to navel to heart to throat to third eye to crown
Lightning fast jumps never looking down
Free of fear or desire or doubt or hesitation
Devoid of any ego borne precipitation 

Hark!
Are we ready to leap in the dark?


Footnote for theoreticians

The interpretation thus in the scripture
The Sacral chakra does not feature
Jumping straight from the Muladhara
To the fiery Manipura

29-August-2020
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Affirmation

My mind is no longer stuck in one process.
 I Stopped retaining all the negative.
 I am learning how to exterminate it .
 I will forgive those who know no better.

I need a distraction.
I need to re-think.
 
Re-train thoughts that I have been learned.
Like a recording echoing in my minds ear.

I have no time for idle chatter of misgivings.
No more energy wasted on negativity.
No more slumbering thoughts of a destiny to be lived unloved.

For I know I am worthy of greatness.
For I know I am worthy of happiness.
I am worthy of all things that create harmony and joy.

I will take that invisible key, unlock my minds door that shelters.
My greatness will be revealed, my true power ready to be witnessed.

It is now time to throw away the darkening madness of self defamation.
To begin the affirmation of self love.
To bath in its warming light.

Exhale out all the demons who have kept me trapped.

 Inhale the sweet smell of the wisps of Angels.
Following their foot prints.
Helping to lead me to my true higher self.

Seeing the beauty, singing with glory.
Spreading my wings. 
Learning once again how it feels to fly.

Prana

Prana

Cloudy blue stretches itself with grey yellow beams
the faint moon in observation as it seems
salty fragrance by captured firmament
ocean of Prana in living breath of decadent
realms of light by conscious vision
timeless dreams condition
keeper of wishing surreal
affirmation towards joyous appeal 
scoping from the holy nectar in advance
penetrating the subtle immune by dance
unchangeable seasons in eternal bound
testament of loving virtue found
significant in identification
precious model of relation
existence all beyond
invisible correspond
frequencies in tune
entities of soul in body to prune
particles of the divine all
personality so small
chained by fears of needs
accumulations of poor deeds
dharma prana karma
happenstance by reasons drama
melodies by heart solution
celestial light conclusion
blessings of evolution
Form: Ballade

Symptoms of Nigeria's Governing Arms

Executive- My powers are absolute,
                    thus I am totalitarian.
                    The legislature and judiciary
                    are each subservient to my whims.
                    I pass my bills with attendant
                    compliance, and interpret my own
                    terms as the law.
                    I shut the doors of compassion,
                    I am very deeply elusive.
                    I give no room at all to dissent.
                    I get bloated with the treasures of the nation.
                    In a leap year's tenure I bulldoze
                    my way back to my incumbent status.
                    And when four multiplies two, I impose
                    a minion to cover my ills.

Legislature- To obnoxious decrees I give my consent.
                       I inflate yearly forecasts to become opulent.
                       I am gratified for the cabinet servants' affirmation.
                       I always my selfish treaties ratify.
                       I am undoubtedly slavish to executive excesses.
                       I seek the redress of constituents' grievances
                       to enlarge my pocket's size.
                       And above all else, I am largely rubber stamp.

Judiciary- My evasive justice is yours' to reap
                   if you are a top notch,
                   whilst I withdraw the distributive
                   and restorative from insolvents.
                   I base my interpretations on business
                   interests,
                   and make laws for the interests of
                   a cabal.
                   Equity and rights are only in my
                   constitution stated.
                   But in reality they are no more
                   than abstract twins.
                   The sacred laws of our national prospectus
                   I serve as a weak custodian of,
                   and weaker still in the face of political
                   heavyweights.
                   But with all the lofty responsibilities
                   I am reverently saddled with,
                   I can do nothing more than
                   empower bigwigs because I am weak,
                  and they are powerful.

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