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The one absolute, the primordial light
illuminates perennially the existent,
the one ultimate, the elemental energy
drives constantly everything created.
The awareness light flashes from infinity beacon,
life energy is sourced from the realm of eternity,
all flow to the divine ocean within each of us,
the manifestation of the only One, That Thou Art.
He is the universal consciousness suffusing the soul
with immeasurable perception of mindfulness
that transcends the essence of everything discernable
as the cosmic spirit of God (Parabrahma), That Thou Art.
As the ever surging flood of tormenting time
drags my soul into the maelstrom of abysmal agony,
I begin motionless journey to the enlightened within,
identify me as the Absolute (Brahman), That Thou Art.
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July 17, 2021
Contest : Tat Tvam Asi
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
government directives
corruption at her highest pinnacle
scientists are looking to save people
but they are concentrating on all
not just the rich
poverty of spirit is rampant
drought has lasted two months
water table is hard and dried out
rain is a but a vague memory
scientists speak of flowers
no one has them not even violets
food import has been approved
but food is not what we need
the electricity in the air is non-existent
dams are unmoving
water is at an all time low
we are conserving
scientists are begging the government to
drill boreholes now,
to find the much needed veins of water
which might save us from early death
where do we store all this food
the government asks
no one cares
what good is food to the dead
Water is life
we should be concentrating on water
Scientists are crying
storage of food?
Some welcome death
A relief
Let me live
I want to live again
Cos shadows are shadows
When life is real
Who will cover my shame
When am empty
Will I be blown away
Like I never exist
Who will write my story
So I want to live again
And if you love me
Let me live
Let me live
I don't live to be just
Smart
Yet I wish to live wisely
In an insane world
I wonder if am empty
What will be my worth
I have to live again
If am living now so
Let me live
Let me live
Life could be defined
In any way
Life could be calculated
With any formula
Yet life is life
And I am a life
In life
Am an existent of an
Existence
I bear a fruit to life so
Let me live
"The velvet veins running through my deep-coloured wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart's frosty rays."
~ Deepali Singhvi
The soft folds of velvet enclose
her slim body as she ambles
across the woods in tearful throes;
Wrapped in velvet, on she rambles
in whispers of ache that perturb
her feelings that are in shambles;
Her saunter's like a healing herb
that relieves her from her sorrow,
Here, there's no one else to disturb;
She follows a path that's narrow,
sits beside a well-worn headstone,
cries as if there is no morrow;
Slowly, she sighs sitting alone,
Unlocks a velvet box and takes
a black velvet rose to bemoan;
Places it there, her body shakes
with deep anguish for whom she lost,
"I'll love you always", her voice breaks;
Walking back, she's like velvet frost,
Wishing their love were not star-crossed.
I watch as she arrives
from my bedroom window.
creeping up my drive.
I open the door, she smiles.
we both knew what time it was.
Fresh out of the club.
she came to me!
bodies crying for me.
wearing a sweat suit,
with nothing beneath.
her fragrance, a musky fruit,
laying there in her birthday suit.
We do what it do!!
I feel like a feather, drifting through empty space .
No wind,
time non-existent..
I've just sinned,
and I grin...
This girl is not a barbie doll,
for me maybe a bit to small.
But in our case,
We're both considered a booty call...
Jared Pickett
11/24/09
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Death’s Dismissal
I have seen death
masquerading in its many faces,
the fear of those holding numbers,
the agony of those not. Stared into
the dimly fading headlights of the
passing vehicle, slowing as the vision
dimmed, the agony increased.
I have seen death
take the unsuspecting in an instant,
snatch the breath of youth, impose its
ugliness upon an empty future,
string barbed wire upon memory.
I have watched death
peering cowardly from non-existent
shadows, haunting our moments without
care, stealing, in hurtful bits and pieces,
the warmth of life’s slowing breath.
I have touched death
in weakness and denial of my life,
pleaded for release without conviction,
felt the loneliness and terror of submission,
saw the saddened eyes of death’s dismissal,
heard a number called, not mine, but death’s.
John G. Lawless
submitted to Death Shadow – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Justin Bordner
Buttocks push; breasts boast
through non-existent crowds.
A choreographed squall
above the whir and clunk
of loaded appliances.
Hispanic girls acting out
in a Laundromat.
Hips gesture, hands stab
and tussle with unwashed issues.
I’m distracted by the overheated hum,
can’t read the print
of my paperback. Words run
naked over yellow pages
The girls are angry
but not with each other.
Skimpy shorts and gang-inks.
The porous waft of feral hormones
seethes over some slight,
branded onto a Facebook page.
They flop onto the slatted bench
produce a smart phone,
scroll through pictures,
moue and glower softening
as baby shots are thumbed.
Melting smiles, then
they hold up the cell for me to see.
we coo and smile together.
The they return to their world
and I to mine.
When they get up
the backs of their thighs
are marked by the wooden seat.
Washing spins on.
Behind the bird perched on the chair
In the shade
There is a submarine in the harbor
In the sun---light
The world doesn't laugh at us
As we so often might feel
But with us, though we don't always---laugh
And so we organize everything around us
As if it was our job to do so.
All the mysterious, deepening wells of
Jokes and complete nonsense found
Absolutely---everywhere
We try to organize.
As if it was our job to do so.
Though it is no more our job to
Force it to all make sense then
It is the bird's job to sit on the
Chair in the shade with the sunlit
Sub idle in the rippling water behind
Her---
It is no more our job than breathing is a job.
Like breathing, we just do it.
There is no moral here: just sun and shade,
Birds and submarines---and humans
Trying to play a non-existent game,
Trying to remember to laugh, trying to stop trying.
When shining days are closing down,
As darkness trample upon your future
Happiness fading gradually
Like tree shedding its leaves
Nights tormenting like flies
As sorrow marches on your path
Birds singing sad songs
And friends busy like bees;
When shining days are closing down,
As darkness penetrate your defenses
Making you doubt core of existent
And thinking your world is falling apart
Until stranger knocks on your door
Enlightening you like mighty warrior
To dream fulfilling dreams
Continue building the tower
Determined and inspiring
Like ants in their lifetime mission.
When shining days are opening up,
Sun coming from the horizon
Mornings different from ever before
And nights becoming celebrations
While waiting for tommorrow again;
When shining days comes alive,
Sensing propitious moments
Messengers bringing good news
And life becoming meaningful
As you witness seeds of peace,
Joy and happiness growing in your path
Bernadette and Juliet
Alone, alone in her mind
as she sleeps comfortably
now alone permanently
as she drifts away un-noticed
Was it Bernadette or Juliet
that flew away
as the designer was given
a one thousand gun salute
As the glittering buttons
of a non-existent dress
grabs many headlines
allows many excuses to forget
So the role models fling their false tears
not speaking to, not noticing
the unplanned photographers,
Tv cameras that the PR people sent
As our models of hope
are wrenched apart
their love still untouched
by the ravages of the real? world
And all that is left is a world
that can't look smart, that will find
something else to pay ten grand for
in a world with one fewer true love's passion
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