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Cupid Herself sings to us a love song,
hoping to infuse in hearts, love and light,
that we enter heaven, where we belong
but since demonic fear is our soul’s blight,
cold heart notices not love’s seduction,
bemused by desires, conjured by ego,
led astray by mind’s faulty deduction,
trauma bonding thus, afraid to let go.
Ego builds an imaginary script
and till this day, like a dead man walking,
we remain in ego’s vice like hold gripped,
fleeing from imaginary ghosts stalking.
Be this as it may, we can always choose,
God’s love and light as our heart’s only muse.
God’s love and light as our heart’s only muse,
dissolves false identity, we cling to
but we need to walk the path, win or lose,
being he who above cuckoo’s nest flew.
To transcend mind, we must leave thoughts behind.
It’s something even mind can understand!
Shifting into silence, where no fears bind,
we make in the vast void, our final stand.
Since it’s easy, this shift is difficult
because we are used to struggle and strife
but choosing not to follow any cult,
we allow our soul, a new lease of life.
Voids within fill, if we choose to be still,
aligning head and heart, with divine will.
Aligning head and heart, with divine will,
simply means we witness life as it flows,
feeling soma nectar within us spill,
whereupon our auric field gently glows,
imbibing God’s elixir from heaven,
which ignites feeble form with magnetism,
throbbing within body chakras seven,
illuminating this organic prism.
God eagerly waits for us to come home
but we too must likewise opt to entwine
with bliss, aligning with cosmic gong ‘Om’,
reverberating deep within our spine.
Hark! Music of the spheres takes all along!
Cupid Herself sings to us a love song!
Love and light is our need,
bereft of which, we’re lost.
How then may we reclaim
God’s essence that’s within,
in our earth life end game?
Love and light is our need.
Hark how heart calls to life!
Let’s ignite love’s incense,
which simply stated means,
sparking soul’s effulgence.
Love and light is our need,
so why waste further time?
To feel here now complete,
gentle thought flow, be still,
that heart be bliss replete.
Love and light is our need,
healing wounds of our past.
Once tremulous heart thaws,
silence restores God’s light,
seen in the gap, the pause.
23-March-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'N' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
I wish to dream, my eyes to recide within my mind.
But hark the hand of time strikes midnight;
I lie awake.
I long to immerse myself in fairytale,
where magic speaks adventure, challenge and victory;
not stony silence.
I hope for a frivolous encounter.
Join Peter Pan and the lost boys, preserve my childlike innocence;
but alas, a new day dawns.
I gaze outside my window, toward the twinkling light.
I allow my mind to wonder, amid the swirling expanse of cosmos;
a billion, trillion worlds out there.
I ponder my existence, my own self worth.
But remind myself that God cares even for the sparrow, a calm washes over me;
my eyes close.
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“Daddy, do you believe in angels?” The young boy asked obviously excited
“Why yes I do.” His dad replied and the young boy was delighted.
“Angels are good, aren’t they dad?” He obviously had something on his mind.
“Yes they are.” His father said, “They are loving, generous and kind”.
“I believe they’re here to remind us to stay innocent and pure
and when our heart is aching…to help us find a cure.”
“I believe they are here to remind us to find pleasure in every day
to keep our hearts and minds open to magic…
to help us laugh and run and play.”
“I believe they are here to look out for us…they try to stay hidden…out of view
and influence us to be good…I believe that’s what angels do.”
“Why do you ask?” The father questioned now obviously excited
“Because I have an angel!” the young boy said and his father was delighted.
“He says his name is Harold…and he says my angel he will always be
He says no matter where I am…he’ll always look out for me.”
“That’s wonderful!” his father said, “and where did you two meet?”
“We met In church this morning…we were sharing the same seat.”
And when the chorus sang Hark! Harold the Angel sing
He said, “This is my song”.
Then he floated up to the alter, played his harp, and sang along.
The father smiled at the innocence of his child…his love for him was strong
He was glad he found his angel inside a Christmas song…
And as his father watched at his son’s heart beam…
his own heart began to throb
he was glad to know…
from this point on…
Harold, the angel, was on the job.
Ode to Poets
Poets have vivid imaginations because their minds work differently.
They see things others don’t, with an understanding that goes deeper.
They bare words on paper smudged by tears of pain and laughter,
And to see one in action will set emotions fluttering into the ether.
O, to be a fledgling that has outgrown the eyrie,
Flinging itself off the cliff to ride on the currents freely.
Singing from on high and then descending into the chasm,
Or to be a sailor departing on a bark to sail the seven oceans.
Where waves of innocence splash one’s face with indulgence.
Bathing in inspired nourishment independent of performance.
And to perk one’s ears toward the grandest stage of entertainment,
And share an experience with someone dear to your resemblance.
On a platform high enough so that the world will see your presence.
“Hark!” the poet reiterates, a memory to be cherished by their audience,
Who come to hear freshness in this stale world of commerce and politics.
You cannot climb a mountain without strength, but you can endeavour
Throughout the passage of time and treasure the poets’ candor.
~names allured ere call of wind _conferred again to All’s begin~
~meandering souls ebb tides of sea _ so shall marrows forever be~
We hark unto ye trumpets, O elephants_ tis proclaimed magnificence_
As Ye Bellow of Life’s passing in “Heavenly Eloquence”
~Here lies a tribute of essential remembrance_
A wading monument of Life on earth brief residence.
Here silences the war of self_ O ye grateful benevolence_
Desisted “malum in se” per ye astute calm resonance~
Though as humbling our earthly abode behest us, our ethereal statue is of the greater value _and that of supreme prominence_
It is in this light we ask that thy soul be judge not harshly but with utmost care and tenderness_
We extend our forgiveness to all thy follies made towards man and beast alike _so they may bare weight of little consequence_
We Pray that of all the works of thine hands _ only the best of them deems to be that of the highest significance_
We ask that the power of all that is glorious and good be used in determining the final resting place of thy eternal unending existence.
For as a well loved _ and beloved devoted friend, family, mortal and being, we pray thy deeds built thee a worthy heavenly edifice.
As we lay in mourn with thee _ let our outstretched hands hold as clear unwavering evidence_
Of our bond to rise above the shadows of darkness and fear _ and to shine brightly in unified elegance_
May thy grace and glory hold a candle to those who have traveled before thee _So Ye may live on amongst them In humble respect and love _ with dignified endurance_
Yea though, we shall not ever hear thy voice or see thy smiling face _ Thy life is forever ours _ In memory of thy happiness, thy sorrows, thy absence and in thy ever presence_
There shall be no other like unto thee_ For Thy virtue is beheld by Thine own instinctive essence.
So blame us not for our reluctance to give way to thy fate _ we beg pardon of our momentary hesitance.
Standing together here today _ we stand not in question of our sad unwillful grievances.
For the bitter sweet memory of thy “Life and Loves” flashes before our eyes in momentary instances.
Long ago Messiah came
tiny babe with Holy Name.
Born a lamb of Bethlehem
Promise of redemption’s plan.
Sinless one, He died for sin.
God in flesh, He rose again!
Ascended One enthroned above,
bids His followers to love.
Let the great glad tidings ring,
Christ will soon return as king!
Finally our Lord will reign,
ridding earth of death and pain.
Glorified in robes of white,
His radiance dispels the night.
All knees will bow and tongues confess
He is Lord and nothing less!
Holy hands to Him we raise!
All creation, give Him praise!
Holy One, our everything!
Jesus Christ the Lord and King!
December 8, 2021
A Christmas Carol Contest
Regina McIntosh, sponsor
* sung to the tune of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing"
Hark
The captain spoke to the sick and starving
As he bobbled on the bow
And began
We will go there
Pointing his crooked finger as his dark, salty body dropped
But with each upsurge he made another point
You are here because you got lost
I'm here to take you home
Down surge
I'm not sure we will make it
Upsurge
But you have strong oars made of Spanish mahogany one at a time
Down surge
Some of you are weaker and will think of dying
Upsurge
Others will pick you up because you are worthy of love
Down surge
Your stomachs are full of toxic blubber meat
Upsurge
You will endure for the purpose of Her
hug at port, wet and tired and lost
Down surge
You will not endure if you are proud
Upsurge
Down surge
And just his eyes.
Only sounds of orphaned oars and flapping sails and rusty rudders.
Two whales appear, each pick a side.
Guiding, with twin wakes, and moving the boys toward there
Upsurge
Down surge
The whales were moving them there.
Screaming to their distant loved ones
I'll be home soon
We oft ask ourself, the purpose of life
For desire pursuit, makes us not bliss rife
Pause awhile to ask who in truth we are
Driven by instincts, we’ve drifted afar
Deadened to conscience, how will we reform
Blind lead the blind; in stupor we conform
We’re worldly wise but heart has contracted
From path of love and light, soul’s detracted
Who’s the stranger we see in the mirror
Cold heart allows not love to draw nearer
Why inner conflict, like Jekyll and Hyde
In our palm too, head and heart lines divide
Religion too offers us no relief
We’re asked not to question imposed belief
Why do we fear the unknown and occult
Time’s now to exit each and every cult
Reflect, are we not reborn, with each breath
There’s no liberation at point of death
Save fears and desires, what thoughts do we think
Trauma bonding thus, no wonder we sink
The path then seems clear, as to how to start
First things first, let us meld head with our heart
No sooner head and heart act hand in glove
Boundless grace in-pours; we’re suffused with love
Dropping thought, we become a child again
So easy it is, to break ego’s chain
Analysing not fulcrum of a sneeze
Delight in effervescence of release
Choosing stillness as our default fulcrum
We hark within heart, the soundless bliss drum
Oh weary hermit, embrace the vast void
Once heart’s love drenched, we’re never by fears toyed
Seeing life in motion, what’s there to clasp
In blissful wonder, just let out a gasp
How may we garner truth, if we resist
Know we are living light and a love mist
Questions cease as we become the answer
Transmuted as the divine bliss dancer
14-August-2022
I loved that day which blest its night
With antediluvian might,
Of ours flourishing souls in joy
That some divine being must deploy.
It was a lithe nocturnal wood,
‘Midst whose darkening core there stood
A tiny cottage, ancient as the Moon.
Whence we then heard the leaves to croon.
Lagoon! a lustrous lagoon saw we!
Beside the trees, serried in glee,
And our small home– its lovely limit
Never saw this oneness split.
‘Twas morning then, but now the murk
Embraced two lovely hearts, and hark !
The crickets, ever hidden did hurl
Their doleful screech from many a knurl.
Above a couple at peace in a nest
Did murmur private words , as if lest
None could overhear their sound,
None could intrude their world from ‘round.
Then thou closer, closer wert,
I dwelt, exulted, on thy sinless heart.
And our gay mutters were no louder
Than theirs who loved the voice of amour.
A luscious smile as thou didst pour
On night’s abundant beauty store,
Perhaps He lavished for lovers’ sake
Another world that we could make.
Fake! ‘Twas fake for it wouldn’t last,
As that unseen joy glided fast
Towards a sunny dullness again;
No mystic love there did we regain !