Long Benedictions Poems
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When God draws nigh, all nodes within form sigh
Magnetic heat peaks, opens our third eye
Soma nectar flows, our heart’s all aglow
Presence abides in tranquil stillness slow
Throbbing rapture takes us to a new high
Fears recede, as our ego cravings die
We dance to tunes of love, no longer shy
Between our eyebrows, bliss pulsations grow
When God draws nigh
Life lived thus far, seems to be a big lie
The false falls, when lower mind we decry
Head and heart meld, our compassion mellow
Benedictions graced, as God does endow
Vaporised soul begins to wingless fly
When God draws nigh
21-March-2022
"50 Words for Poe: St John"
St John was his name
Sinjun for short
Temptation was his game
Ah Black Monk of my dreams
A hot car on a fast track
Shifting gears
I burn up the road, turn up the stick
Fast and furious got nothing on
Brother Sinjun’s Black Monk’s mojo bag-o-tricks
He sits in the passenger seat
101 goes to 190 around a devil-of-a-curve
200 hits his cerebral cortex, ignites his adrenaline cortisol hormonal nerves
Homeward bound suspension of disbelief non judgement served
Aston Martin Bond-like, covert, under covers with the Nurse
The thrill of it all, he’s in a state of Anti-Christ Ataraxia, convivial
St John was his name
Sinjun for short
Temptation was his game
On the Road driving home with Sister Pheromones Bellisima
he can’t wait to take her confessione Hyperpyrexia and
with big benedictions absolve and never cease to perplex Her
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/hKi7Wq5CUI4
Temptation/Heaven 17
“There's a lot of stress... but once you get in the car, all that goes out the window.” Dan Brown
https://youtu.be/7ip8ZVyF_ac
Fascination Street/The Cure
“The fact is I don't drive just to get from A to B. I enjoy feeling the car's reactions, becoming part of it.” Enzo Ferrari
https://youtu.be/ZcAEIUQmQgI
Watching Me Fall/The Cure
“A muscle is like a car. If you want it to run well early in the morning, you have to warm it up.” Florence Griffith Joyner
1. ataraxia
2. cortisol
3. hyperpyrexia
4. St John/Sinjun
Presence gazing outside the bedroom window
Heart outpouring softened attention mellow
Gentle stirrings within, magnetise space
Resonance drawing in divine grace
As enigmatic pull of pristine innocence
Playful intent to simply uninhibitedly dance
Wherein identity recedes in trusting surrender
Beholding both manifestation and void in wonder
Having relinquished resident memory imagery
Melding with the universe in gentle reverie
Osmotically imbibing divine inspirations
Meditation infused God benedictions
Neither sizing nor calibrating the impulse
Emanating from a centreless fulcrum at once
Thus moment to moment all moments entwined
Blurring boundaries between mind-body and divine
All the doings are yet done although we do no doing
Save by yearning for union, with the void merging
Luminous pheromones celebrate in harmony
Beauteous rhythmic cadence of eternity
Centred in the spiralling vibrancy of renewal
Spherical cognition assimilates thus the miracle
Blossoming within in a slow motion delightful tease
Each moment intimacy of embrace and release
Being to become crystallised in language
Holographic wholeness upon a page
Symbolised thus with purity of our intent
Accorded by our spacial heart, loving consent
Whereupon, we review each nuance of impression
Reviewing possible perceptions of delineation
Yet more oft than not, who here may follow
Swift spontaneous flight of the swallow
29-April-2021
I beseech thee to
answer
Is there still
hope???
Forgetting their
vows of chaste they
become lecherous
Fighting for power,
they become
ambitous.
Their actions make
people shock
For they forget why
they put on the
cassock.
Respect for God, our
clergies no longer
have
But so greedy with
the things they
have.
They make not,
benedictions to
empty pockets
But go for the rich
to enrich
themselves.
Churches are now
business centers for
money
Clergies bless only
those who make the
offertory box full.
SO BROTHER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
They stand as if
pious to duty
But pious are they,
to money.
They check not the
motor
But go for “500frs”
which is their
motto.
They can be seen
standing with zeal
Hands stretch, they
stand still
First, they stamp
After collecting
bribe, they champ
SO SISTER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
The rich live
mysteriously
And enjoy themselves
like angels
While the poor live
in mysery
And die because of
negligence.
TO YOU, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
Embezzlement in
Cameroon is a virtue
It is practised in
all offices
Thieves go in broad
daylight unscathed
While the innocent
ones are caught and
they cant fight.
My country is said
to be democratic
But elections have
never been smooth
For a score and
ten, the president
has stayed in power
Using deceit and the
gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT
SHOULD BE??
Virgins have now
liquidated
themselves
They prefer being
ravishe.
Whores, they become
in quest for money;
My black girls don’t
like their colour
They strive to be
whites
Thus, monsters they
become in a bid to
peel their skin
Very few believe in
“black is beauty.”
Brothers copulate
sisters
While fathers
copulate daughters.
IS THERE STILL HOPE?
" 1st price, poetry
contest,
poemsclub.com,
April 2014"
All that we need to know will be revealed
Let us not employ thought to analyse
Clear light of truth is by maya concealed
Aspect allowing is graced by surprise
Once we cease playing game of illusions
No fetters remain that bind and confine
Egoless presence exits delusion
As head and heart with throb of love align
Outer world fades as we dwell in silence
Blissful world within is so beauteous
We flow gently in childlike innocence
Rapture enlivenment continuous
Earth life destiny unfolds as ordained
Divine benedictions softly ingrained
02-April-2021
Entry for: your best sonnet this year so far
Sponsor: John Hamilton
“let’s ink the void with soul’s emote ~
at peace within in God’s bliss boat”
~ quote by poet
In heaven’s womb, during deep sleep,
soul poised for a consciousness leap,
shallow breath synced with God’s heartbeat,
we fearlessly swim in the deep.
Come the morn our heart is upbeat,
enlivened by magnetic heat,
being benedictions of grace,
stardust collected from God’s feet.
Staid stillness determines our pace,
mood and mode release and embrace,
mirroring the light of our soul,
which illumines vastness of space.
Love in love with love has no goal,
save by melding making hearts whole,
which then is the cause why we write,
fulfilling thus our ordained role.
To portray spiritual sight,
as words dancing in black and white,
penning a melodious verse,
needs no less than spherical sight.
There’s no cause for us to rehearse,
soft musings of the universe,
felt by heart, translated by mind,
for the better or for the worse.
With vibrations of God aligned,
we are led by scent of love blind,
an outpost to fulfil His will,
hoping soul’s light each of us find.
Your teaching is my inspiration,
True narration of nature’s translation and transformation.
You teach me from general to exception,
Love your way of superficial and superfluous explanations.
You encourage me to look beyond natural restrictions,
Kill my ignorance through examples and recreations.
My life is your precious innovation ,
Motivates me towards a sacred completion .
You believe in truth and its power of incarnation,
Send all lies to permanent hibernation.
You get me out of my wrong notion,
And give my thoughts new dimensions.
My tensions are under reduction,
With your divine benedictions.
You promote and motivate for natural adaptation,
Paves a way to synchronise with natural vibrations.
Your utmost respect for natural selection,
Makes you a true messanger for nature’s reverberation.
A happening story with an endless conclusion,
Yes ,I respect your idea of flawless deduction .
My life goes on further simplification,
With your tedious,yet superfluous calculations.
Oh!my revered teacher,I am your undying opinion,
As I know, you have God’s decree and authorisation.
Keen to attain immortal salvation,
With your idea of selfless devotion and dedication.
Lucky to have you in my life’s proposition,
To reform and restructure me and my identification.
the nose chakra vibrates
celebrating pranic breath drawn
commingled with bliss that never abates
God’s boundless grace is what presence counts on
the thirty three stringed spine as always stands erect
with tranquil heart balancing all energies in its fold
as a receptor we simply do as God does direct
revealing our aura aflame in hues of gold
awareness bilocation is now the norm
dancing in form and motionless in the void
kundalini moves as she likes birthing a bliss storm
whilst Shiva facilitates existence in stillness unalloyed
with ego erased we no longer weigh, measure or size
assigning no meanings to benedictions of grace
as we metamorphose we slowly do realise
God always holds us in close embrace
Magical Grace
Eternal enchanting spell of grace
No misdirection or levitating secrets
Or sorcerer’s secret cards up their sleeves
Absent the slight-of- hand manipulation of reality
Tricks discarded
No place for hocus pocus
Only the action figure of mystical oblation
Who spins spells of marvels for raptured awe revealed.
Wondering eyes see holy magic moments in scarred hands
Pondering “How can the unexplainable be?”
Unchained real time far from the flesh of dawn to dusk equations -
Spells of Pi theorems unleashed leap into benedictions
Of the infinite infinity
Flashing fireflies of magical grace change face
Whirl,
Shedding shards of conjured deceptions,
To lay hands on clear crystals of dynamic joy -
Leave laughing smiles of awestruck glee -
To see in consecrated clarity the graceful face of God
A spell of grace cast in bounding mystical rainbows
Reflecting in still waters without illusion
3-16-22
Contest: Magical Spell
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Oh sing yon violin upon your strings
and play harps and lutes melodious things
come sooth my soul and for our losses
and shatter pain upon our bed of mosses
Dost thou dare to stay our hearts entwined
do cast your light and airy within our mind
so also to our agony do make us blind
where in time we shall life kinder find
Do misdirect my thoughts upon a fairer course
lead me now away from paths remorse
fail not to impart joy and from its source
and to the courts whats odious I do divorce
and there expire bitterness and mans afflictions
unto the burial sites with their benedictions
the ends of tribulations on the morrow
as I have some aspersion to this sorrow
Come twist your ropes do wrap in harmony
the golden strand in archetypes that be
fluid in the cups elixir we do drink
to shelter from woe and misery we sink
Clasp the inner man intone your song
return to us the living among our throng
embrace the consolation and hold whats dear
for upon us all this place draws ever near
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