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There in your gaze your anger
steams past swollen cherry lids
and your confusion is lost in your glazed stare.
The beauty of your dreams now disappears.
You cry,
and the pain seems washed away.
The tears stream, welcome,
dripping from your softly rounded chin
cleansing you of the
ache of memories that remain.
Again they come
but now from gleaming, smiling eyes.
Before him you stand in flowing white,
hand in hand, the words come easily
as he gently brushes your cheek.
You taste the sea
with each tear that escapes,
past his warm touch,
caressing the corners
of your upturned lips.
Once more
you lay bare your emotional disarray
as first she, and then he,
are laid to sleep in their final bed.
So profusely you mourn them,
as if life stopped
when they went away.
So many tears you cried
day after long, lonely day
as the streams became rivers in your grief-filled dismay.
Time passes
as wonder and joy fill you,
one... two... gentle drops Christen her forehead
and you gently wipe each one away.
The weariness and pain
pushed aside by each sweet tear
for the beautiful life lying in your arms,
clutched with care in your swaddling embrace.
So tightly you hold her
as if you fear she'll disappear.
Even when the sky is dark and tears of rain fall heavy upon you
heaven's rainbow yet smiles.
Each teardrop you weep
cajoles and comforts you,
convincing you that all will be well.
They help you to accept the pain you have felt.
They remind you of your happiness
and that beauty is not but a dream.
I envy your every tear
for some of us are not allowed to cry.
06/23/2018
Words run away
No rhymes now;
Rest in jest
~~~~~~~~~
Love knows the way
Faith anchors hope;
Peace sums joy
~~~~~~~~~
Come what may
Peace of mind stays;
Style knows the way
~~~~~~~~~
Touch of good earth
Orchard of plenty;
Delightful harvest
~~~~~~~~~
Weather forecast
Thundery showers;
Bright sunshine smile
~~~~~~~~~
Old couple here
Parkway bench respite;
Morning exercise
~~~~~~~~~
Walking their dogs
Owners chit-chat;
Suspicious canines
~~~~~~~~~
Early morning jog
Adrenaline rush;
Breezy wind cajoles
~~~~~~~~~
Lost connection
Internet down time;
Ink stains paper
~~~~~~~~~
Emergent light
Dawn hurls swift;
Dreamtime evaporates
~~~~~~~~~
Too much
Too little;
Too late
~~~~~~~~~
Wordplay episode
Clutter desiccates;
Unfinished business
~~~~~~~~~
Birthday greetings
Facebook amalgam;
Discrete overtures
~~~~~~~~~
Too much talk
Missing mileage;
Loose cannon wildcard
~~~~~~~~~
Wild conundrum
Stillness circles;
Creative potential
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
06 December 2016
Singapore
Empty Speeches
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Gone are the columns, gone is the crowd
Just twenty thousand, shouting loud
Gone is the hope, debt was the change
Stale words remain, empty and strange
The air is filled with Biden baloney
He pleads the case for a liberal crony
Praises a job well done, but not complete
In anger cajoles voters to not unseat
Introduced with great pomp and circumstance
We hear of one who will give us a chance
Then strutting to the stage with toothy grin
He tells us about Republican sin
“It’s not my fault the economy is bad
But if not for me, it would be real sad”
Nothing new, we’ve heard this story before
We can get the job done, but I need four more
Lectured us about what is right and fair
Let the rich pay more, they can afford to share
Didn’t hear a word about the nation's debt
But the people are asking you can bet
“I need your vote, my contract please renew”
But I ask why, you’ve told us nothing new
Mr. President, wave goodbye, run the race
But I’m voting for another in your place
Here now we live in body-mind,
wherein our heart, loving and kind,
cajoles us to slow down life’s pace,
free from feral cravings that bind.
Be this as it may, life’s rat race,
estranges us from love’s embrace,
dimming God’s light that glows within,
since thrust of lust is what we chase.
Eye on desire, we seek to win,
by means fair or foul, that’s our sin
but the joy we seek eludes us,
as we’re deafened by thought flow din.
Such is our life, dark fears nonplus;
like a spoilt child, we fret and fuss
over illusions, the mundane,
refusing to board God’s bliss bus.
We have freedom but are insane,
trauma bonding with desire’s chain,
preferring to remain asleep,
thus prolonging our ego’s rein.
If we’d take a consciousness leap,
we must dare to swim in the deep,
resting in silence, self-aware,
feeling within every bliss beep.
Soul suffocates, give it some air;
meld head with heart and with love pair,
that thus doing nothing at all,
demonic desires we outstare.
Who we are, in stillness recall,
which is living light, standing tall,
recognition that makes us smile,
whence in darkness we’ll never fall.
Baptised in the stream
Kundalini is the vivifier
Divine Mother brings to life, dormant cells
Healing rays of moon, entwined with sun's fire
Tempests of dark fears and desires, she quells
Mind-body is but dust, shaped from earth's crust
Enlivened when we're baptised in the stream
Save by Her grace, we cannot transcend lust
Reborn again and again, in this dream
Kundalini, Chi or Holy Spirit
Gently cajoles us to here now awake
Our yearning to connect, is soul's merit
All's enabled, when ego we forsake
Let our free will granted, be not tainted ~
With hues of love, let our soul be painted
15-July-2022
CHRISTIAN
Concern,compassion,comfort
CHARITY !
Commitment,consensus,concord
COMMUNITY !
Comunion,converse,counsel
CONNECTIONS !
Constant,candid,confession
CREED !
Conviction,contentment,completeness
CARPUS !
Contributor,curative,crusading
CHARISMA !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !
Fine
words
it's
true
melodious
metrical
metaphors
mingle
in
alliteration
as
cadence
cajoles
with
verse
of
fine
verbs
and
adjectives
cojoin
to rhyme
in the
ear
drawing
the reader
near
and yet..
say
nothing
I
fear
WEEKLY WOES an alliteration
Miserable MONDAY
Torrid TUESDAY
Woeful WEDNESDAY
Terrible THURSDAY
Frenzied FRIDAY
Sorrowful SATURDAY
SUBLIME SUNDAY....carpe diem PRAISE THE LORD
CONCEPTS
Imagine,improvise,initiate
Create,co-operate,contemplate
Crucial Christian concepts
Contribute,combine,collaborate
Create,co-operate,contemplate
Cardinal Christian concepts
Share,support,participate
Create,co-operate,contemplate
Changeless Christian concepts
Meditate,cerebrate,celebrate
Create,co-operate,contemplate
Constant Christian concepts.
Egocentric, engaged in games of one-upmanship
I developed a jaundiced and judgmental eye
Over time, losing over mind-body my grip
Belied expectations oft made heart sigh
My reflex response was to put others down
Mocking both the living and dead, saw love die
Lines on face hardened, sarcasm bore a frown
Demonic dreams deepened my dark despair
In images thus conjured, I began to drown
It was a Joro spider that made me aware
When a small sunbird was caught in its net
Defying base instinct, it released her with care
I took this as a message to change my mindset
Enabled simply by melding head with heart
Taking no more, mere rebuffs as a threat
I now mock myself; it is a learnt art
Choosing slow consciousness correction
Simply mindfully and gently, adding love to cart
Soul centric introspection cajoles us to shift direction
Igniting bliss within, paving way for soul’s resurrection
ephemeral are objects heart desires
fleeting is joy and lingering is pain
cause of suffering is seeking outcomes
ignorance is our sin, desire the chain
simply recognising that body-mind
is an earth vehicle, an interface
which we as eternal presence ensoul
by God’s grace, steps towards truth we retrace
everything in this realm is polarised
enabling movement in space, clocked by time
yet do not both these fetters disappear
whence drenched with rapture betwixt bliss beats chime
God speaks to us as whispers in the void
His language is love, as conscience cajoles
befriending silence, clear light within dawns
when ego recedes, soul re-writes life’s goals
simply by melding our head with the heart
inner conflict ends and we stand erect
pheromones mingle, our eye’s then single
no longer on shores of darkness shipwrecked
upon choosing to dwell in cessation
divine magnetism pervades feeble form
we become that we had set out to seek
transmuted thus in love’s benign bliss storm
The ancient scriptures are both boon and bane
on one hand holding out a ray of hope
yet also becoming a thought form chain
letting us not with light of truth elope.
Each breath we take anchors us deeper here,
aliveness depending on senses five,
so then how may light of clear truth appear,
if dying ember we fail to revive?
Religious belief, a culture borne curse,
which no doubt, cajoles us to look inward,
imposes strictures we need to rehearse,
that repressing lust, we be not wayward.
What’s repression but a short term measure ~
Save pure of heart, none can find heart’s treasure
Save pure of heart, none can find heart’s treasure,
purity meaning God’s light in our heart,
whence gently smelling roses at leisure,
we feel deep within, bliss ignition start.
No sooner we rise, ego pulls us down,
seeking our undivided attention,
dragging us in swamps of wealth and renown,
where love never ever gets a mention.
At the crossroads by employing free will,
we alone must choose the vibe of our muse,
so animating silence, if we’re still,
we can overpower ego spawned ruse.
Discarding lower mind, prone to research ~
Let us here now prioritise God search
Let us here now prioritise God search,
which simply means, if pure be our intent,
the bird of bliss on our heart’s tree will perch,
upon our granting God’s love our consent.
Nothing need be done save coming undone,
Stripping dark desires and fears from our core,
whence recognising God and soul are one,
bliss beats rise and we beg for an encore.
Let us choose to give our soul some relief,
getting to basics, melding head with heart,
whence this discarding conditioned belief,
we behold demons of darkness depart.
Peacocks dance in sunshine entwined with rain ~
The ancient scriptures are both boon and bane
In Ordinary Cups
The blades of winter grind into the ice
like blood on a bitten lip
two lovers spin and twirl
The days pass from teacup to teacup
in the peaceful silence of a solitary nest.
From gentle easy sunrise through sheer white
to the subtle fall of accordion night.
The echoes of childish laughter tremble
across the cracked surface of plaster walls.
Random squeaks in oaken floors return
the footfall of father, coming and going.
Long lost cat's paw prints impress carpet
dragons from Shanghai with ghostly ease,
and every loved and loving one returns
in peace, to rest beneath the tapping fingertips
upon a porcelain cup of tea from China.
11/9/10
Re-formed for Roy the Verse BELOW
The Teetotaler
The blades of winter grind into the ice, flirting
with the rosy cheek of puppy love, snow-crusted mittens
cling, like chapped skin on bitten lips; scarfs twirl; they spin.
As steam rises from the cup, reminisce, the first kiss,
across swamp-grass hummocks, rotten ice, lace tripping
with the rosy cheek of puppy love; snow crusted mittens
cling. Black hair, fair skin, Irish-eyed, he cajoles a grin.
In the steam, not the leaves, she remembers him
across swamp-grass hummocks, rotten ice, lace tripping;
they spin. Assam seeps in porcelain, another cup
she pours. In an empty nest the cup clinks saucer,
in the steam, not the leaves, she remembers him.
From sunrise through fall of white, she sees the mist
falling accordion-like into chinks of memory.
She pours. In an empty nest, the cup clinks saucer.
The recollections of youthful laughter cut, tremble,
across the cracked surfaces of her mind's walls
falling accordion-like into chinks of memory.
Random squeaks in the oaken floors recall returns,
these images mist swirl from the tea-of family,
across the cracked surfaces of her mind's walls.
A long lost cat walks shrouded through silent the scene
in peace, they rest beneath her tapping fingertips
these images mist-swirl from the tea-of family,
Every loved and loving one returns mist-born
within a porcelain cup of tea from China;
in peace, they rest beneath her tapping fingertips.
3/21/15