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You've Been Sanctity Claused


I was a potato type of guy, forget the cookies and carrots, 
didn't believe in Santa nor Cinderellas with golden chariots .
Twas' late at night as I crunched my chips I watched  TV  
lo and behold what did I hear ? a large thump and a humf,  
coming from the chimney, Oh Dear ! 
He stomped and he clomped then he said to me,  
" You live like a pigster and where is your sister ? 
clean up your place, what the Hee!  " 
He held up a sock and my heart went KerPlunk  
as I watched him remove all my favorite junk...   
He then gave me a card that was both soft and hard 
dipped in gold.  It was lanced with a sweet magical stance.      
He then waited and hummed as he Jingle Belled some 
"It's time for my pension" he said, then he paused. 
 "Guess what ol' chap, you've been Sanctity Claused !"


Premium Member The heart

Disclaimer 

poems are weaved as of impressions received 
reflections portraying the truth as perceived
perhaps we turn to scriptures to validate 
uniqueness of our path, as our ordained fate

be wary then oh reader of words we pen 
discovering God’s light in mood and mode zen
feeling the vibrance unsaid between the lines
let us go beyond the written word’s confines

***

the heart, the source, the core
unites us with the Absolute
pure souls unmask God
if they be resolute

***

feeling, not thinking, head and heart linking ~
attain oh hermit, awareness unblinking

***

who is the dweller of our heart ~
reflecting thus, God-search jump start

***

within the heart, let us anoint
Self: a singularity point
where there be neither space nor time
before emission of love’s chime
all energies herein are held
in quietude all desires belled
all is formless, there is no shape
yet in the stillness we’re awake

***

what does it mean to make our eye single 
that we see everything just as it is
for this first let bliss pheromones mingle
that we become the flame, the bubbling fizz

when ego dies, we become the twice born
balanced polarities descend to heart
boundless rapture feeble form does adorn
breath by breath we feel bliss ignition start 

ego exhumed, light of Self is revealed 
the pranic energy grid comes alive
we as child of God, are in His heart healed
innate love and light of soul we revive

one with the universe, soul sings a song ~
aligned with the hum of the cosmic gong

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what we call heart is Self as living light ~
at its core we see God’s light shining bright

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Form: Rhyme

The Alcoholic

The Alcoholic
Parley poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Dirty dufflecoat wino
Zigzag up the street
Wobble wobble..
Topsy-turvey on the one side
And half past puzzled
His body form
Is out of order
His odour sour
Orphaned at eight 
He explained
Never had a chance
Of a lifetime
I am just the formation
Of Adam's forlorn spawn
I the opposite of pleasant
Eat my dinner
On the floor
Without gravy
No one ever
Belled out a 
A good word to me
Not even at home
Mine hands were
Cooked on the stove
I was called
The Bastard in the house
And it was painfull
Sensitively he said.

What do you have?
I only have lonely
Never ever heard
I love you
What do you want?
Just cheer from a
Dumb bartender
What do you fear?
The confrontations in 
My nightmares
Pardon me..
I am bitter.
Never had a chance
To be a revelant guest
Just a parched alcoholic
Dry in overtime captivity.
I tang of dispair.

I have tiny gravity
But heavy
To hoist..
And a will
Which is lost
This is my lot
He told with
Blue eyes beaming
I am member 
Of the human race
And then he laid
Amazing Grace
On my ears.

Seriously Trying

My point of view has always held
To standard lines, defined by fear.
Defensive words, their anger belled 
By peals of knowledge: Danger near. 

This way of life does not adhere 
To happiness: A life befelled. 
Hope yet exists, its course unclear, 
Whispers softly “O fear, be quelled. 

Resolve uncertain, grit ungelled,
To try anew with chances drear?
Small flame within, in shade it dwelled. 
Now courage gathers, fastens here. 

Awaking strength, annoint the gear,
Let drop the guard and fear unmeld,
Now forward drive to love secure. 
My heart, my soul, this life so frailed 

By strife, by loss, can stand and tell 
I’m still alive, I hold life dear. 

Doubt, self pity can go to hell.
© Deb Radke  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

compass points to heart core

 

my precise compass points to innermost heart
         a microcosmic myrtle of macrocosm art
I journey inward this core, where lies my 
 Tree of Life ____         
        tasting amber resonance of Self’s sap 
 
it cradles spirit, now a blissed viburnum 
    spaceless space kisses, 
       olive is ocarina enchanting, 
                  enthralling, embracing 
earth and  heaven ~ discerning, 
                   lemon heathered ____a garden     

Core imbues form with ineffable frequencies           
           elusive is a holly terminal  
 spirit discerns tree’s essence, 
         agape agapanthus caped appears

belled garden knows 
                     own’s every oak throb 
    benevolent bonafide biome, 
pulsing life force 
  animating Being’s fluids 
                    in  pond stillness         
translucent lotus opens
                   sublime perfumed
 destination to heart core costs zilch 

                 no other station can compare !


Premium Member A Mortal Toll

My soul’s confession knows no ordinary
penance—nor knows, nor feels, another mind
the nebulating sorrows therein maligned—.
I doubt my own can judge the cemetery

of bygone thoughts, dead dreams, and funerary 
pathways—twisted in patterns twice entwined
through one and another—lurking behind
my steeple-belled conscience. On the contrary,

sermon is held just out of sight of that 
sinister scene. By holy spirits spurred,
and righteous indignations, high exactions,
my preaching psyche’s overzealous word
inflames my anxious system’s charged reactions—
Leave it to the black cat to catch the rat.

Premium Member Away On a Desert

Away on a desert
No one in close sight 
Trudging miles on bare foot,
We reached our planned site.

Sand dunes peeked here and there.
Camels with belled neck
Were seen slowly moving,
With their humpy back

Sky turned black and inky.
But moon shone quite bright. 
Rocks were seen in chrome red, 
In the glow of light.

The desert sand stretched wide.
Looked dazzling at night.
A land dry and sterile,
Lay blazed in moon light.

Near a huge tawny rock,
Were plants in flower,
Thriving in arid space. 
Saw elf owls cower. 

What a world of wonder!
Sure, a thrilling trip
Enjoyed it every bit.
From mind, it won't slip!
Form: Rhyme

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