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Reflect on this proverb, oh worthy hermit
'A chain is only as strong as its weakest link'
So let us look deep within the core of our being
To discern the cause why time and again we sink
Bemused by myriad illusions our mind is hypnotised
Flitting about unsatiated between objects of desire
But fleeting moments of joy are followed by pain
Elusive seems eternal bliss for which we aspire
The root cause of suffering then is ignorance
For we flounder about knowing not who we are
In bondage to feral instinct, we discern not the truth
From God’s domain of love and light, we’ve drifted afar
With this recognition, once we shift into tranquil silence
The chinks in our armour are automatically repaired
Divine aligned, love drenched soul stands erect
Mind, body and soul finally with God paired
09-February-2023
Proverbial Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Though gloomy, devoid of brightness’ stain,
Beyond the firmament… God sees me languishing in pain…
...with my heart pleading for His miracle to gain.
I praise Him… since from the sky,
He spreads to me His loving domain!
Though showing environmental discomfort,
Beyond the clouds… God hears me seeking for divine aid and support…
…with my cry begging for His help, my ultimate resort.
I thank Him… that from the sky,
He presents Himself as the steadfast fort!
Though radiating with stars so rare,
Beyond the earthly heaven… God knows me needing urgent care…
…with my soul longing for His assured welfare.
I worship Him… as from the sky,
He opens His throne where at His blessings I stare!
Though it seems to predicts calamity,
Beyond the space above… God understands me agonizing in my infirmity…
…with my faith clinging to His security.
I trust Him… for from the sky,
He assures His sovereign authority!
*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith ... Have faith in God.
May 26, 2018
Edited on June 16, 2018
1st Place, "Late June 2018 Standard..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/21/2018.
There was man named Garrison,
and he lived the good life,
flush with that big trust-fund money,
he hungered for the night,
for booze and bodies tight,
the finest clubs were his domain,
his bar tabs were truly insane,
his one-night stands were numerous,
the affairs always light.
He was technically a lawyer
in his father’s old firm,
was kept on mostly for his name,
got more money to burn,
deserved not what he ‘earned,’
his condo was a bachelor pad,
wis many friends thought it was rad,
the women came and women went,
an ever-constant churn.
But Garry saw no problem here,
he was ‘living the dream,’
ladies and drugs, mountains of cash,
the dreams of quiet teens,
a hit in every scene…
but his father just sighed and said,
“Keep it up and you’ll end up dead.”
Still Garry saw no issue with
enjoying his own green.
Though as he went through his twenties
he noticed a strange thing,
every time he lived it on up,
less pleasure did it bring,
less fun in every fling,
it was fun but not as intense,
at fist this did not make much sense,
he’d always so enjoyed this life,
now it wasn’t working…
And worse still was the growing pain
that he’d feel the next day,
sometimes it made him stop to ask
if he wanted to play,
Or at home should he stay?
He had achieved what most men want,
a wild life that he could flaunt,
so then why, when being honest,
did he no longer crave?
And then one day at twenty-eight
his friends wanted to drink,
the thought of it made his bones hurt,
so away he did slink,
depressed, needing to think...
looked at his life, what did he see?
Pregnancy scares and STDs,
and a handful of nights he’d slept
off his drunk in the clink.
Nothing to show for all his fun,
nothing that could impress,
the world did not care that he had
dropped many a tight dress,
everything seemed a mess,
and worst of all, he’d no savings,
he’d always blown through everything,
while his brother had made partner,
Garry himself felt less.
He would soon drift far from his friends,
far from the debauchery,
felt like a stranger in his own life,
some sort of refugee,
his path he could not see…
What was life now? He couldn’t say,
what once was clear now seemed so gray,
he wondered if this was adulthood,
searching for what to be…
Spruced, cleaned up, did up
It's been ages or so of corruption erupt
As yet, making heads or tails of disrupt
What could have been, a city of brotherly love
From, we will never blink free of
The once boom town of olden days, forgotten
With its forsaken downtrodden
Reflection of shattered wind hum
And vanished forebears, begotten
Times --News flash hearing
Bouncing back, itty-bitty
Fordtown, Motor City
Rousing, awakening, breathing
The start of a new beginning
Know-how, patcher uppers, mending
Casing, coating, covering
The fractured wounds of di-TRITE, history
By and by, one and all to see
That you're recovering so forth, to be
Time will camouflage all of thee
Leftover wounds, fade and shade
Generous amount, lipstick, paint, masquerade
To feather back in, the once decried
And find character domain with pride
No sense in holding, something, blurring
Expectation is in the purifying
Smell the wild breeze of futurity
Witness the buds blooming
And a sea of new faces developing
Promising, a forgetful time of *Big D* nebulous dreary
Cosmic energy porous
Luminous egg shaped torus
Flanked by Vishnu & Shiva
In the centre seated Brahma
Such is the manifestation
Directly cognised visualisation
Of a friend we know close hand
Who now before God stands
God domain Hirayangarbha
Upon which planet Hirayanyaloka
He meets Jesus & Agastyamuni
Ascended master Yukteswar Giri
The visitation of consciousness
As pure unbound awareness
To love energised Gods domain
By grace alone when ego is slain
There is of course far more to it
Each ascension marks new summits
All we hope is that this validation
Strengthens resolve of our meditation
Making love divine our orientation
29-August-2020
Love, light and bliss is our natural state,
as that who we are when we are quiet,
our tranquil presence poised at heaven’s gate,
gentling our thoughts before they run riot.
Once we renounce ownership over thought,
from mind’s meanderings we are immune,
ensconced in bliss mists that divine grace brought,
vibrant and joyous, humming a love tune.
Simply by animating attention,
with no earth bound agenda in focus,
divine magnetism our meditation,
in wonderment we surf the bliss locus.
That egoic delusion may be destroyed ~
We gently slide into the vibrant void
We gently slide into the vibrant void,
in a domain that is beyond space-time,
no longer by cravings of ego toyed,
resting thus in peace betwixt bliss beat’s chime.
In timeless time we see God face to face,
deep in the cave of our heart, where He dwells
but know God-vision is solely by grace,
when the axe of purity ego fells.
The truth that is seen is beyond space-time,
where we see our true Self as living light,
divine spark mirroring God’s heartbeat’s chime,
whence fears erased, we know we’ll be alright.
This knowing garnered we willingly share ~
Truth of the ancients we have laid bare
Truth of the ancients we have laid bare,
that all souls on earth may connect with source,
of their divinity become aware,
in staid stillness without employing force.
That we are not body-mind, once we know,
thoughts slowed down and all attachments renounced,
light of Self within heart begins to glow,
whence cravings of wayward ego are trounced.
Simply thus by plugging energy leak,
all nodes within feeble form magnetised,
we discover we are he who we seek
and truth of God within is realised.
To reclaim our Self is our ordained fate ~
Love, light and bliss is our natural state
Beneath the sun-kissed sky of Coastal California's domain,
Where Pacific waves meet the land, an eternal refrain.
Golden shores stretch along the rugged terrain,
A canvas painted with nature's utmost pertain.
Majestic cliffs rise with stoic grace,
Overlooking the ocean's vast embrace.
Seagulls glide on the breeze, a ballet in the air with grace
As the salty mist weaves tales without balance.
Beneath the azure sky, dolphins play,
With joyful leaps and flips, they lead the way.
Silhouetted against the sky so sunny,
Their laughter echoes, in a complete harmony.
Whales, majestic giants of the deep,
Gracefully traverse the waters, secrets to keep.
In rhythmic dance, their tails let tales slip,
Of distant journeys and ancient trails to keep.
Surfers ride the waves with skill and grace,
Chasing the rhythm of the ocean's embrace.
As the swell rises and the tide pulls in balance,
They become one with nature, in the Pacific’s embrace.
Silent waters always are said to run deep;
And looks often end up in deception
As venturesome finds do in exception
Bring forth reward to cherish and keep
A trekking crew found on an desolate hill
An odd tree with feathery leaves wide spread,
And plump, tempting fruits coloured red ;
For a while the dazed gapers all stood still ....
The younger ones rushed forth to pluck ,
Before the slower few could warn or prevent ,
And lavishly bit off with wild thrilling content ;
Wildness now overpowered the lagging ruck
Moments of ecstasy did there prevail ;
Like the Greek heroes on the Lotos island,
Each was lost in the indrawn wonderland
And every spell was slothful and under sail
Oblivion covered up the place and time
Thoughts and senses to iceberg had frozen ;
Trusted arms and fingers refused to fasten ;
Order, rhythm, and breath lost their prime
Chance and daring had brought them there
Temptation did prompt the eating of it ,
Smothering and closing all ways to quit ;
Everything lost and nothing found anywhere !
Living has its own marked margin and domain
No courage dare cross Nature's set ambit :
Taste or possession of things odd is out of wit --
Perhaps trying the forbidden fruit over again !
When stars are perfectly aligned
A fervent eye will meet another
Never needing an introduction
Feeling like it just belongs there
Making a home without permission
Like a bird-nest in summer garden.
But it's a random occurrence;
Not everyone is welcome there,
When eyes hastily meet and greet
They don't always send a message
For heart has its own domain
Where entry is well guarded
Screening for the eye of deceit
It exercises controlling interest.
Every wanderer looking intently
Bounces off of so many faces
Missing the point of love
Pure like a dove, free like a bird,
Never should one try to catch it
Like a fish in shallow waters.
March 8, 2018
Triumph luster can forever last against stain!
Verily true when won thru God’s might and His grace
With faith in His might as the Supreme sovereign.
Victory medals glow with accomplishments’ gain
While the focus is on the Lord in running the race…
Triumph luster can forever last against stain.
Trophies garnered in battles will just be in vain
When selfishness is upheld by arrogance-brace
Showing patina’s tarnishing effect so plain.
Pageant crowns sparkle with pleasant beauty midst pain
As virtuous deeds accompany worship-praise
Triumph luster can forever last against stain.
Championship belts may hide every corrosion-strain
But not the rust of greed and envy with their trace
That are encroaching the heart and hurting the vein.
Jewels of genuine works shine on servant’s terrain
Gems of life-building treasures reflect prayer rays
Triumph luster can forever last against stain
In honoring the Lord* midst His loving domain.
*Proverbs 3:9 Honour the LORD...
June 30, 2018
5th Place, "Patina" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin; judged on 7/3/2018.