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As the holy season commemorates revelations of scriptures,
Sacred flame burning within, reinvigorates soul’s intellect,
Steering away from the fallible, toward realms of perfect,
Away from servitude of wealth, to caring for less-fortunate;
Empowering wisdom, vying sapience of enlightenment,
Inspiring collaboration in sanctity of spiritual exchange,
Rejecting overtures nescient, engaged in narrowness,
That confine humanity in fallacies unwitting, misguided.
In domains of self-reflection, repentance, and forgiveness,
Voice of indifference cedes to psalms compassionate,
As defective acts vow to mend ways, yearning for flawless;
Remorseful and empathetic, eying benevolence of solace.
From teachings of awakening, from sagacity of harmony,
Cognitive minds seek insights, transcendent in epiphany,
Propelling life toward enrichment in peace and congruity,
Vying spheres beyond the ordinary, edified in tranquility.
From sanctum of souls, depths of hearts, bells-pious chime,
Tolling expressions of kindness, echoing prayers sublime,
Celebrating precious gift of life, grateful for glory of divine,
As lanterns ethereal guide humanity, through reign of time.
A hush — as if the Atmosphere
Forgot its mortal Name —
And I — slipped out my finite Frame
As Dawn forsakes its Flame —
No Pulse — but some tremendous Calm
Enrobed the trembling Air —
And I beheld my “Being” — stand
Apart — yet everywhere —
The Earth — a dwindling lantern —
My Thoughts — unmoored — afloat —
They touched an unseen Architecture
The Soul keeps in its Throat —
A Corridor of Quiet — rose —
Unmapped by Flesh or Fear —
And something — tender — beckoned me —
As if it longed me near —
But then — a tether — delicate —
Drew me to Breath again —
And stitched my Spirit to its Clay
With one familiar Pain —
I carried back the Certainty
No Scholar can confine —
That Life is but the Narrow Door
To Rooms of the Divine --
Bouncing from piles of baby powder grains,
ballerina feet firm balance establishing
Addictive activity pulls challenger audacious
Amidst busy Aussie city, solo gull glide coast
Butterflies rise sucked cyclonic as lottery balls
flung zealously in cage of their time confine
Rustle, shuffle moves obscured by shifting parasols
Underfoot troughs of leaf strewn crayons crunch
All tail torso helicopter hover dragonfly drones
hyper typewriter praised as stained glass panes
Rolling straw pale star spike weeds lodge like spurs
Saddle a galloping goanna, zig zag slapstick speed
Wing span suspending wind buffet blows up lungs
- tyre dug furrows tie semi second sand shoes
Lips hardly part to pant, patted with chest sweat
Gym of God's choreography lifts in limber stealth
Jet propulsion medusa arm eight cylinders sucker
adhere to embankments, grapple with sea grapes
Befriending crevices, cracked turquoise tracks
Grippy point toe tentacles clamber over cavities
Southport beach
Isolated city beauty
Exercise 18th November
Written: September 16, 2023
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Arcane sunlight in early morning stillness,
Dancing by a veil of mist with rare brilliance.
I huddle near the window pane, pondering,
In this calm span, where dreams are wandering
In the atrium of my mind, ideas waltz and play,
A vast ballroom where creativity holds sway.
A plethora of views, lingering to decry their way,
Sundry zeal and views, in a chaotic display.
But time will settle afar too soon,
Akin to fleeting whisper beneath the moon,
Yet in its wake, memories remain,
A testament to blithely cheer and pain.
In this span of time, where shadows reside,
I decry solace and peace, seeking a guide.
I census down the worries that burden my soul,
With ink-stained fingers, I strive to be whole.
Window waxes my portal to a realm outside,
Where potentials await, and quests reside.
I gaze upon the canvas of life's grand design,
Yearning to break free from walls that confine.
On a sullen dawn, as the sun starts to rise,
A restless soul awakens a hidden disguise.
In each breath, the spirit starts to upheave,
A phoenix emerging, ready to achieve.
From ashes, it soars, on wings of pure fire,
Igniting the darkness, fueling its desire.
Through the darkest of nights, I must discern,
For within the tempest, a fire will burn.
The serenity of dawn bides to yearn,
Whispering secrets, awaiting their turn.
In the quietest hours, when all is still,
I find solace and strength, an iron will.
Allow those coffee eyes to close.
Try to visualize the sea,
a blue moon touches a sea of glass
as I draw you close to me.
See shooting stars light up the sky.
Feel my words caress your ear,
my lips stroke yours, a spark ignites,
are my thoughts becoming clear?
An evening breeze blows golden sand
as your robe drops to the floor.
The stars explode excitedly,
should I stop? Do you want more?
Soft naked flesh in midnight blue.
Fingertips run down your spine,
embrace the rush of lapping waves
as my fingers dip Divine.
Can you feel the fires burning?
Their flames samba through the night,
the native drums giving rhythm
while my tongue brings sheer delight.
Please take a moment, breathe the air.
Time to enter your confine,
I'll ride the ripples to the shore
so relax! Tonight, you're mine.
Now close your eyes and visualize
tidal waves crash over you,
your body's aching, out of breath.
Sweet release brings passion's hue.
Beneath blue, cloudless, endless, blissful line;
briny breeze filled sea along the coastline,
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
changeful flight swooping from azure confine.
Beneath blue, cloudless, endless, blissful line
dance above ever-changing rippling waves,
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
up and down floating sails towards shore raves.
Dance above ever-changing rippling waves
on fish, crab, anything that moves. Nestling
up and down floating sails towards shore raves
on brown seaweed, midst rocky isle waiting.
On fish, crab, anything that moves; nestling
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
on brown seaweed, midst rocky isle waiting,
beneath blue, cloudless, endless, blissful line.
11/22/2019
example for contest... I used the poem "Seagull" and modified a little for the example
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/seagull_1188175
In the land of silvery mists, where dreams touch the ground,
A being-abyss struggles, wishing to rise in docile flight and facing a deep fear,
Striving to be a fruitful field, the most fertile version of its essence,
While the shadows of insecurity cast it into the amphitheater of blooming thoughts, to crush it.
As the depths of the ocean carve waves towards unknown shores, so it sweeps the black soil of doubts,
Foreseeing serene sorrows from now on, the swirl that is just beginning its existential course,
Before the step has been set on the ancient path of stars, before the seeds of hope are thrown to the wind.
And every conceived gesture, every uttered word that will gravitate around it,
Will be sewn in a silent dance together with its shadowed face of expectation, imprinted in the essence of the tome of life,
They will intertwine, like threads of gold in the fabric of the night, in odes of the density of dreams,
Sending echoes through the abandoned galaxies of the heart, reflecting in the constellations of distant love.
However, the gaze directed towards the traces of the past heralds unwritten legends,
Whispers of time on its aged skin, spoken in a twilight that only it hears,
Resembling forgotten smiles which rays of dawn resurrect,
In the fields where the cries of the helpless and the shouts of the strong intermingle, a lattice of recovery.
Breaking the walls of the four seasons that confine its soul in a temple of skin is not a journey without fears,
It's an ascension on stairs of comets, a search for oneself through the fog of a universe made up of shades of grey,
But when the constellations dispense their counsel in a symphonic accord,
The revelation of a world between worlds is uncovered, where its destiny is written in the stars.
Receive your promise as a lamb at the bosom of spring, let its sash unfold,
Expand the curtain of hope over the scenes of your days, allow pure magic to flood your mood,
For if you do not catch the sky in flight, if you do not savor from the chalice of chosen moments,
The opportunity to reweave the tapestry of fate will flutter away like a startled bird – the precious sands of time will scatter to remind you of the age of silence.
The Mind—misplaces common Roads—
Yet finds a Secret Way—
Where others walk in measured Steps—
It wanders—into Day—
A Thought—too bright—for narrow Rooms—
Breaks quietly the Frame—
And in its Fracture—builds a World—
Untitled—yet the Same—
The Clock—refuses such a Brain—
Its Hours—will not confine—
For Time—becomes a pliant Thread—
Wound loosely—through Design—
The Crowd—may name it “Elsewhere”—still—
Or whisper—“Not as We”—
Yet Stars—are but Divergent Fires—
That keep Infinity—
So let the Mind—unfettered—move—
Uncharted—unapproved—
For every Soul—misunderstood—
Holds Truth—yet unproved—
Was e’er a moment held so calm,
To dull and silhouette our lives,
Like Tithoneus weeping with the dawn,
Should find Elysium in those eyes
Uncloth’d, my mind in tearful thoughts concedes,
A vision of thee ‘neath the moon,
I gently press my will toward thee,
And ever vex my soul with you
Yea! Thy beauty finds me vex’d,
As tho’ some poet never told,
With words, yet eloquently breath’d,
Of all the wonders that ye hold
One roseate portrait of your smile,
Like an opera well rehears’d,
Sets this savage soul on fire,
And bids me as the desert thirst
My passions know no other bounds,
Like silhouettes these words confine,
My soul, one tear opaques me now,
And births an opera in my mind
One vision how the Nile runs,
Strange goddess to this tear,
In other moments melts the sun,
And then thy beauty with the night appears!
Written: August 02, 2025,
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There is a palimpsest etched in our bones,
Our dyspneic fire, a palingenesis hone—
A solar sprout rising from the slough of the soul,
Not just a flickering flame, but fleshy and foal.
It rushes through the usufructuary veins,
A specter donned in radiant aurific chains.
It had no furnace to evolve this flame—
It arises to life under the pounding maim.
Neither a faraway star nor a volition spire,
But breath coruscates with fervent desire.
We are the sun at the zenith of disguise—
The dawn dances across our cyanotic eyes.
Despite distrust and twilight, it remains,
In quiet windstorms and supple refrains—
A burning ember carved into every cell,
It shines brightly, unaffected by shellac spell.
It flickers fiercely when faith feels hollow,
It fifes softly beneath the paths we follow.
Even sadness, cloaked in velvety night—
Sparkles warmly in the peaceful light.
No glass can confine it, and no grave can dim,
The solar spirit thrives vibrantly and can swim.
We don't chase the flames that flicker above—
For as its bearers, we embody an empyrean love.
Let the lips express what limbs may forget—
The rising sun and spirit that entwined never met.
They merge and bend such reflections in a stream,
Genesis, devoid of direction, is brimming with dreams.
And when the stars falter to recall our names,
The light inside will always blaze the same—
Not searching for the sky, nor fearing the fall,
Realizing we are clay stewed by flames after all.