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“Happiness comes when the individual merges in God”
~ last words of Swami Sivananda
‘Who am I’ being the question
Is what we first need to probe
Before we wonder Who God is
As wayward ego we disrobe
All that comes and goes is unreal
So it’s clear we’re not body mind
Space and time seems to be a cage
In which desires grip us in a bind
Taking refuge in staid silence
Ego in head melds with love in heart
As formless presence poised in the void
We feel within bliss ignition start
Bliss in permanence is a boon
Fixating focus in all time meditation
In time identity falls away
We then feel one with God’s creation
Mirroring the swami’s heartbeat
Divine magnetism bestows clear sight
The mists clear and then we see
That our true form is living light
This play of attraction and repulsion
plays out within the realm of space and time
wherein free will may choose resonation
with vibrations of divine love sublime
Slowed down vibrations in our waking state
enable us to calibrate our heart
that by abiding in stillness sedate
we recognise all are one, none apart
Fixating attention in the vast void
we relinquish control by surrender
throbbing with rapture, by bliss currents buoyed
beholding our soul ascent in wonder
Thought rested, love suffused silence the way
Through day and night, to rhythm of God sway
21-December-2021
Dumber than Dumber and Dumber...
Wondering about the plundering of a slumbering hunter king...
Thunder from down under sundering over the paper Sunday brings...
The flavor to be savored for later when the alligators escape the ring...
Sinking stinky shrink y dinks when the ding of the doorbell didn’t ring...
Fiending friends minus the “r” in new types of mining while whining...
Finding time for aligning the dining of jinxed schemes blistering a mister...
Fixating on everything,
Hating nothing,
Hustling and bustling,
Some muscle-
What a tussle-
More trouble-it is a daily type of thing...
Huddled, befuddled, bugged, drugged, once was hugged,
What a lovely thing!
Tugging on a rope for Cope,
NOT coping but hoping and hoping,
Smiling over that sink,
NOT winking, slinkies shrinking and expanding,
Chest pounding, wound, drowning,
NOT clowning, frowning, at downing more towny styled vodka drinks,
Bout to doubt more @ the shouting in store,
Illegal activities, radical tattle, two-paddle style wild child mascot teams,
Hassled twenty million castles for fascist rapping more poetry,
You know it be; still a honeybee that is me...
Cheese! For my Queen strung out like a string bean seeing what life brings all steamy,
... A Midsommer Night’s Dream
Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips of twigs sun rays glow.
Driving slowly, traffic is moving, blinkers brightly turning on
As somber day, bearing yawn, is awakening bleak and drawn
When kids thrilled, frolic and build, a snowman on their lawn
Celebrating school closings on this messy, dampened dawn.
Peering scenes tinted gold, hushed romantic gazes behold
Fixating on meadows bold, where pristine paintings unfold
Delighting in the glowing blaze that brightens daze of malaise
Appealing to zeal of morning, blushing haze in emergent rays.
A deer ambles besides her fawn, exiting her quiet hideout
Curious to scout how leisurely strollers are sauntering about,
Ruminating sunshine while darkened clouds are phasing out
As bluing skies, sparkle eyes, illuminating zest of astral clout.
Beyond foothills, tall cliffs sigh, scintillating in sapphire sky
When far from here, climbing up high, cerulean motifs vie
As cobalt imprints horizons amplify, where birds merrily fly
Announcing to the receding storm: it’s time to say goodbye.
When daylight quivers on melting mound of thawing ground
Amidst whispers swirling around, muffled wind’s hissing sound;
Golden glints thrill, glistening hill, tinting the landscapes blue
Refracting puddles in ornate view of glinted beams’ opal hue.
November 16, 2020
Poem of the day on November 18, 2020
Placed 1st: In rhymes sublime poetry contest--by Joseph May
The ants and the beetles were all celebrating
As I wed the spider that I had been dating
And soon sixteen legs would be consolidating
I could say eighteen but that’s exaggerating
But all of a sudden the ground was vibrating
We tried to get clear but the plants were gyrating
We made for a drain with a safe metal grating
To hide from the beast and it’s red armour plating
We froze at the passage the beast was creating
By severing grass with its twin blades rotating
In fear of our lives we then started debating
To run off together or try separating
A not so near miss meant I’ll never be mating
Sometimes the obvious doesn't need stating
At least while my wife finds that rather frustrating
I won’t be her lunch when we’re done consummating
We tried to escape with some skilful pond skating
It helped that the air machine wasn't aerating
But there was a fountain that was agitating
The surface too much which was infuriating
I turned to the man and began contemplating
If spiders could ever do human castrating
But soon he was done and he started inflating
A pool with a puncture, he found that deflating
Reward and his effort were not correlating
And that made him mad, made him start salivating
And just when we thought that he might be fixating
His face went all blank and his eyes were dilating
He glared at us spiders, his ire not abating
So we thought it best to be reciprocating
But he had a brick in his hand elevating
I’ll tell you right now, that was not constipating
Perhaps it’s now time for some quick relocating
This isn’t the fate I was anticip.....
Bright midsummer heat
ignites the vibrant
kaleidoscope, blending
cerulean cascades and
magenta splendors beneath
incandescent skies.
THE CHROMATIC SOLSTICE
Beneath the resplendent
architecture of July,
We unfurl the convoluted
fabric of our dreams,
Immersed in an effervescent
alchemy,
Where cerulean cascades
and magenta splendors
gleam.
With meticulous constriction
and chromatic grace,
We subjugate the pristine
cotton's stark expanse,
Applying pigment in a
labyrinthine embrace,
A kaleidoscopic,
psychedelic, sunlit trance.
The solar zenith acts as our
alchemical fire,
Fixating hues within the
cellulose domain,
A symphony of shades, a
visual choir,
Untied and resurrected from
the dye- bath's stain.
A spectacular show enlightens heavens above
In ephemeral musings of burning meteoroids
Mimicking likeness of falling ornamental stars--
Beaming streaks of rainbow-colors earthbound,
When earth crosses trajectory of comet's path
Encountering in its way pebbles of cosmic rock
Colliding, illuminating in orbital trespass,
Elements of iron, copper, magnesium, silicone
Glittering within spectra of kaleidoscopic astral art;
Streaming down rockets of blazing stars--
Tinted meteor-showers flaunting nature's panorama
Fixating sights upward where constellations are,
In idyllic August venue gazing ashen sky
Exhilarated witnessing magical phenomenon;
Mesmerizing predawn with seductive stagecraft
Premiering its play slyly when moon's hiding out
And sun's yet to commence ascending golden arc.
August 15, 2019
Placed 2nd: Shooting stars poetry contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Placed 3rd: Strand select N contest by Brian Strand
Bleak existence portrayed,
nonetheless this (baby
boomer) hybrid dreamer
oft times evocative
edenic reveries bekiss
mine psyche with pastoral trappings
evoking utopian bliss
on par with drawing
winning lottery ticket,
which fantasy I quickly dismiss,
where dolorous voices within me hiss
mocking pipe dream compensating
for unlived life hide miss
whiling away hours
of young adulthood...
this threescore aged man did blithely piss
away enraptured with Swiss
Family Robinson fantasy,
gladly exchanging tsoris
entailing breathtaking adventure
versus sequestered bookishness burr
rowed nose engrossed
with page turner capture
ring imagination of this erstwhile drifter
addressing, fixating, and keeping coiffure
as disheveled appearance, where daily
father and mother showed me the door
particularly on account, cuz for one more
nanosecond, they could not endure
this healthy sole son vaping expenditure
as both parents toiled away,
they tired trying to swallow failure
while primarily main feature
of this poem lackadaisically
exhausted as an Evansburg Park fixture
(calling squirrels on first name basis),
no sooner this bookworm gave vague gesture
after setting foot inside abode - 'pon dusk
asper whereabouts, off
into bedroom I did immure
and disappear into story
maybe one about main
character pledging indenture
role as heavy footsteps shook
324 Level Road domicile infrastructure
awaiting the wrath
of Khan spouting ultimatums
our father/son rapport long did inure
a "NON FAKE" wall not immune
to malicious, noxious, vicious... lecture
to offspring who long outwore his
Harris Tweed Scottish welcome mat,
yet... feared testing nonsecure
mooring which familiarity bred contempt!
I watch them grow through the lens of my device,
Each victory won in spite of pain,
Every moment of tears turns to laughter,
And the loud crowds echoing on stages
Always jolt me back to reality.
I have always watched,
From when I was a kid and they were kids too,
To now, when I’m grown,
And they, successful with fame,
While I gloat about the economy.
I watched them grow, but I never grew,
Fixating my journey on a little device,
Where moments of joy are short-lived.
The plan was to watch and forget my sorrows,
But my sorrows won’t forget me.
Their plan was to break and bloom,
While mine was to stay happy
Without caring much for tomorrow.
It dawned on me when my last penny
Was wasted on data.
I’ve watched Selena grow from the wizard’s tale
To the beauty queen she is today.
I’ve watched Zayn sing his heart out,
Until a simple "Yay!" on stage
Fetched him thousands of sold-out tickets.
But I have never changed,
Stuck in my yoga stance,
Always positioned to watch and grasp
A fleeting moment of laughter
From my tiny little device.
They grow off my penny,
And I watch them slip away.
Even after all these lamentations,
I’m still curious if Selena
Sold out her concert tickets.
Date: 04/01/2025
Contest title: Pick-A-Title, Vol 48 Poetry Contest
Name of sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Removal of redundant stone
won't always procreate in sculpture
fixating smile
I'm disintegrating on silicate particles
words planted dams
through my respiratory system
so I can't hide infested clay mold under my breath
pressing that finger between my eyes
won't deprive me of seeing
miracles often aren't like what you would imagine
they appear unfitted
regularly misplaced for a burden
but anamnesis couldn't smudge my smiling eyes
I was dreamed
mother did that to me
she grabbed my body out of god's hands
and made out of it a cornerstone without permission to break
timely dream became neaten from escapes
yet, only eyes pulled out outrun
and I don't like seek and hide
what if you stay hidden for too long and no one ever finds you
body began to resemble at loosening furniture
or that's just a reflection
created by the puddles on that pavement
as they are rolling unstoppable
producing need to keep that window open
and maintain themselves aside
assured
body resembles at loosen furniture
it could easily be folded in wooden ark
so archangels can not find that
human suffer is not inborn
it is inherited
so many times I was asked: from where do you draw the strength
it is essential to capture that residual ray of hope
once you seize it
you can't … not to paint the light