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back a small number of years thee diva of this domicile
exhibited an aura, charisma, enigma…devoid of any guile
boot of late turned a cold shoulder to me and I’ll
avoid denigrating, haranguing, and lambasting said dell lisle
la, whose avoidance behavior toward me – who goes a mile
out of her way to ensure our paths do not cross – noah din nile
per the above – well, perhaps a slight bit of hyperbole
viz this, mine swift tailored, harried style
per potpourri of puzzling perturbation evinced
by said olde world germane German dame we lease this duplex
treating us, as if we committed some egregious crime
subsequently forced to stand trial
viz aversion toward this convivial, frivolous and introspective chap
methinks said realtor/renter joined a coven den
where doe eyed zen of thieves
occupy teaching rubric of mean-ness while
taking appropriate and selective pages from play book of sarah palin,
which tension unlikely to cease for the next nine months till the deed
doth expire, where by this witch a taw hook cans ass (ours) will be freed
of renting a long and fostered, roach and fox infested, century21
from once salient sympathetic ear this now manifested Scrooge like greed
reminding us (essentially via cessation of any interaction),
how she once did heed
to our various and sundry travails – though neither myself nor spouse,
the latter whose vociferousness regularly exudes loathsomeness
toward key per, once a vouch saving storied angel without fail and indeed
wife tis not shy to vent where a plethora of expletives lead
rant and rave toward an impending crisis that will me send out an SOS
ever felt compelled to join Hemlock society or drown sorrows in mead
yet disappointment arises, when formerly positive dynamic now im peed
did by reasons unbeknownst to me,
who feels grateful ye chanced to read
my babbling of poetically irrational from a regular Joe,
who doth not sport Harris Tweed
nor (despite any immediate intimations)
doth newt smoke booze nor drink week.
If we be empty,
nothing should be taboo,
whence poised in stillness,
bliss magnetism we woo.
The inner sound current
hums in the background,
being the veil though which
the noumena is found.
The void of no-thingness
or life here manifest,
coordinate any,
our presence is at rest.
Bliss mirrors our heartbeat,
shape shifting as peace,
when our eye is single
and thought forms we release.
Sages of old caution,
save by bilocation,
we would always fall short
of true liberation.
Omnipresence is still,
having nowhere to go,
yet feels each sensation
of every heart’s glow.
Lost in dream worlds conjured,
though there are no chains,
cessation enables
cleansing of heart’s stains.
We are the magician,
who has caged light innate
and now on earth strive,
to walk through heaven’s gate.
Thought cessation, welcome interruption
The zone of polarity rotation
Quietude the door, allowing Gods grace
On stretching stillness, at an easy pace
Long thought hiatus, our meditation
We are empowered for co-creation
Our intent colours manifestation
Path simple, so let us cut to the chase
Thought cessation
Lower mind resting, births revelation
Within sphere of our active cognition
We feel divine love within, face to face
Bliss magnetism ignites, our inner space
Needless striving shifts to celebration
Thought cessation
27-January-2021
Hiatus poetry contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
In a lull, I’m calm in placed in a sleep;
With soothing sounds and movements, that peeks;
"The rhythm of the soothe quiet hush, what a rush”;
Lullaby pauses, that cessation, of my respite hiatus;
In a lull In my lacks of activity, breaks of suspensions;
Lulled deep into lulls, rock to sleep waken agitate, depression;
So in a temporal interval of quiet or lack of activity;
“The rhythm of the clam quiet hush, what a rush”;
In Lull quiet storms, diminished winds, no quails just hush;
So noticeable guess I just in a lull, while in the calm;
In Lull Hush! You’ll awaken the me non-verbal;
Quietly the lee is submitting peace unnoticed;
In Lull Similar intervals, quiet peaks of risen heights;
Quiet storm, diminished winds, no quails just hush;
"The rhythm of the soothe quiet hush, what a rush”;
Soft and cool, breezes succeeding to, put me to sleep;
In Lull keeps my dreams, my quiet heart dreams relief;
Midday nap, helped to reviles me, quiet songs keeps me dreaming;
With soothing sounds, of movements, that peeks;
"The rhythm of the soothe quiet hush, what a rush”;
In a lull, I’m calm in placed, in a gleeful lull;
3/10/20
Pick-A-Title, Vol 14 - Tristich - Poetry Contest
Tristich poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh |
Title picked #3. A Lull 2020©
When mind is in the moment, thoughtlessness prevails"
~
Keep your mind away from thoughts that rebound
Hear the mesmerizing melodic music of surround
Bask in the bewitching beauteous objects that astound
Sense all the sensations you skin has sensed around
Inhale the myriad magnetic fragrances floating around
Experience boundless bounteous bliss of God abound
Mindfulness leads to cessation
Of thoughts, the causation
Of our miseries, our vexation
Mindfulness makes us aware of creation
Leading to captivation
Then to our admiration
And acclamation
Of love of God flowing without cessation
When thoughts end
Vibrations ascend
We transcend
The body
Situated in Samadhi
experiences bliss eternal
Sees soul internal
Attains salvation
Instant elation
To final destination
Forced solitude began with loneliness
Resulting in consciousness contraction
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness
Looming spectre of death birthed fearfulness
Plunging our mind into agitation
Forced solitude began with loneliness
Survival instinct heightened awareness
Softened attention our meditation
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness
Tranquil calm replaced erst rebelliousness
We sought solace in void of cessation
Forced solitude began with loneliness
Empathy awoke, spewing lovingness
Our heart now overflows with compassion
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness
Recognising interconnectedness
Love, not fear, our hearts orientation
Forced solitude began with loneliness
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness
07-June-2021
What words are apt, to transfer emotion
Where lies the fulcrum of throbbing vibrance
What makes cessation, lead to elation
Which hue of dusk, triggers its remembrance
Soft brilliant hues of spiritual light
Invisible flickers in space are known
Ignition renewal through day and night
Rapture beyond measure, we alone own
Pranic pathways within, coming alive
Wisdom downloads and a ride in the void
Nodes within form, to music divine jive
Our thought rested awareness, by love buoyed
Such open secrets, hidden in plain sight
Teleports our heart to boundless delight
18-October-2021
Mystification prevails stupefying yours truly
befuddled, he blindly stumbles along rocky
pathway illusory impediments strewn helter
skelter intangible obstructions hinder access
psychological barricades effective impasse
detains, deters, detours manhood maturation
manumission manifestation materialization
linkedin, when permanent submission arises
beckoning corporeal leaden entity into avast
eternal realm, where material disintegration
promises venerable salvation releasing angst
strummed plucked fretful existence denied
utmost exploration sequestered soul hermit
tickly sealed courtesy custom made NON-
GMO supercalifragilous expialidocious
airtight, vacuum sealed with trademarked
matts scott good housekeeping approval
lifetime achievement award maintaining
quasi pristine mint like condition afford
double (FREE for the taking) full refund
if dissatisfied with stutt...tut...tut tearing
functionality, yet batteries NOT required
and assembly unnecessary, but maximum
remaining life usage, asper garden variety
mutant requires preservation within sterile
bubble, lest exposure to human contact are
rouse dormant (latent) propensity breeding
biologically pre programmed predilection
to propagate species, this despite low libido
level, thus Memorial sale steal (actually no
expiration coincides with natural longevity)
slight depreciation before cessation arises,
which I project - little less than half life of
ordinary Earthling, whose quixotic, poetic,
ecologic, plus conscientious ethos promises
greater fulfillment, sans spirit, mind, and
body versus being addicted, hypnotized, or
tranquilized by latest technologic contraption.
Knowing eye of the hurricane is still,
Heart’s tranquil in the void of cessation,
Simply allowing God to do His will.
All that’s manifest, is God’s creation.
The table’s laid, everything’s ready made;
Heart’s tranquil in the void of cessation.
We search for joy, that with time does not fade;
Enabled when we choose to surrender.
The table’s laid, everything’s ready made.
Have we felt not within, silent thunder?
Bliss, as in scriptures, ours for the asking,
Enabled when we choose to surrender.
Ceasing striving, ending multitasking,
We feel heightened rapture, within resume;
Bliss, as in scriptures, ours for the asking.
Employing free will, to cravings exhume,
Knowing eye of the hurricane is still,
We feel heightened rapture, within resume,
Simply allowing God to do His will.
10-April-2022
AN ORIGINAL TERZANELLE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
18.28
“Beyond stillness,
beyond distraction,
the great soul thinks nothing
of liberation or bondage
Having seen the universe is void--
even though it seems to exist--
he is God”
Image and imagelessness
The vibrant void of Oneness
Renewal of the Ohm reverberation
Manifestation and non-manifestation
Been there done that
Not in fiction but in fact
If illumined we must feel it in our bones
Else not real and therefore a clone
We rest our case
There being no disgrace
We in innocence
Do admit our ignorance
(23-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 28-January-2022
How still is our stillness
Even in the void of oneness
If there be trace of separateness
Perceiving without presupposing
Knowing but without judging
Discerning by intuiting
Tranquil and content
In both ascent and descent
Vibrant in the divine bliss current
Graced to behold God face to face
Pure heart imbibing His grace
No puzzles left to lace
God alone is, all that is
Source of aliveness, pure bliss
One consciousness both that and this
Divine dance of separation and union
Witnessed from void of cessation
As an unending celebration