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Touched By An Angel

My life, it has ambled treacherously for some time now,
To the cheerless and ecstatic, diurnal and nocturnal rhythms somehow. 
Furtively it quests for joys life seldom offers,
With the touch of its lips and the rock of hips, from luck and fortune’s brimming coffers.

From caged intangible impregnable expanse, into my hazy apparitions, an angel, she descends,
To be tended softly first and then into me she blends.
An angel they say she is to all mankind,
Peace of mind and all the joys festoon themselves combined to whoever she be confined.

Last Sunday’s dawn, when seeking solitude in a musing trance,
Meditating on my heart chakra, without thoughts in my mind swaying in a the ceremonial dance,
I felt the caress of her aura and poise,
Mien & demeanor of her simplicity swept across me without any noise

My yearning heart suckles on her auric light and feverous emotions that are diffuse,
Kindness her moniker, and from now on from within me she will repeatedly unleash and break loose.
21/3/2012, by:  Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Pixie Sue and Little Old Me

“The fairy was flying in loops and swirls around her,
shedding fairy dust as she went. Throwing it at Wendy.
Delighted, the human girl raised her arms up
to fully experience what was happening. Delicate
golden sparkles floated down and kissed her skin.
Where they touched, Wendy felt lighter.
Tiny pains she hadn't even realized
she felt entirely disappeared, and
any weariness vanished.
She felt rested, energetic, and- airy.” 
— Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

PIXIE SUE AND LITTLE OLD ME

greenery fell on me,
   spare not the show —
      a pixie dancing deliriously 
all aglow

wrinkled bark of the wise old oak,
   tickled pink,
      his wizened spark —
an ageless drink

pixie sue in polka dot dress
   amuses the congress —
      applause adrift
in giggling face-lifts

opulent oaks
   shake their bountiful heads.
      the verdant snow —
a confection of Spring, spreads

my leather toes pointed
   with little bell swings
      melody of a child’s heart —
ring ring ring

and i’m lifting, floating, flying
   freely into cloud high —
      a tornadic bliss,
a kiss from the earth to the sky

sue looks up in disbelief,
   cries —
      she wants to live life larger,
grow in size

the leaves twiddle
   and twirl,
      crafting a nifty nest,
a basket for this panglossian girl —

no a boat — a love cruise
   that sails up to the sky.
      sue spots her friend,
lands on her head, amused

a hat for me
   a strawberry beach for her —
      the scent unexpected so far out.
pixie sue with pointed toes — a waterspout

the oaks
   extend their limbs,
      as polka dots
deliriously fall on them

4/7/2020
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Surfing Endless Waves

What co-arises together
must co-exhale to part.

Last night my HIV+ hunted down my negative,
my darkside,
death and fear,
my anger about my mortality,
my greater anger about our mortality as a species,
my greatest anger about our mortality as Earth's DNA/RNA Tribes of Life,
that we all are so wrong and pointless
given limitations of our time's memory
riding,
hiding,
hunting inside our skin
for how to not let this incarnate hunt ever end.

Yet, with dawn's light,
this haunting by endless nothingness,
as if we had never become, so never been,
this fear of death and anger against its organic final demand,
we hope to end
with seamless faith in eternally timeless ego-identity.

Where did this ego emerge from?
Endless nothingness?
Or, a paradise womb of cooperative eco-normics, 
eco-logically self-optimizing nutritional health, 
perfect temperature care, 
nurturing co-abundance
between this seed of ego and this Mother Earth ElderEcoSystem,
sufficient well-being wealth
which, as decomposed,
became creolizing syntax

Natural elements with spiritual flows and functions
progenerated by co-arising gravity of time's folding
and refolding 
and unfolding revolutions,
the stardust structure of Father Time's seasonal
reasonal 
primally relational language.

How do we ecologically reason and induce,
expand and contract,
regenerate and decompose,
produce and consume,
this emergent hypothesis about ego's discontinuous nondual co-arising.

Inevitable mortality,
just how frightening and maddening is this,
to embrace
absorb
devour
soak up
co-prehend

Ego v Eco-science
co-arising to co-decompose
integrative/disintegrative folds
of cosmologically progenitive 
dual-destiny transparent
Eco-Time?

Those who surf our co-arising together
must learn to co-exhale dismount
to co-arise the waves of future's time
now foreshadowing sacred co-presence.

The Silver Lining of Therapeutic Words

Compassionate auras is what I see
When you talk your talk so gleefully
You are searching for the light in goodbye at the break of dawn,
But find yourself someone to have a sincere shoulder to cry upon

So sick of the small talk these days and sick of walking the same old route
You know what I'm talking about – the hopelessness, drowning us in doubt
Save me as I slowly fall away into the heartless abyss
Kill the helplessness inside and give in to happiness

Confidently, you talk by experience
It amazes me – your unique radiance
Kill me with your kindness and thrill me with your thundering might once more
I don't want to be left behind and please don't shut the front door on me anymore

Memories of you fade in my mind unfortunately
I fear letting go of my insanity into the whirlpool of confusion frankly
Honestly, I am probably this broken record in your life…a never-ending tune of move-on
Isn't it bizarre that I know your weaknesses and strengths all by heart? I can go on and on about it, hon

Your touch, you held me with your cold, chamber-like hands
Loved you so much, but you're like an airplane, landing on foreign lands…
Never landing on the precious land of my understanding apparently
Never-ending like the numerous sand in the beach of pure prosperity

Struggling to see the beauteous sun as I swim this shimmering shore, 
Hidden amongst clouds of uncanny uncertainty
I am lost in my dark cave and I wonder if I'll ever be braver than before…
Also lost in the forbidden forest of glistening gravity

There's a silver lining beyond sinking below the surface of serenity
There's a silver lining of simply letting go and accepting reality for what it truly is…have some hopefulness
There's a silver lining in your prudent, compassionate auras ardently
There's a tragedy in reverse in your miraculous life of strife and peace that leads to unconditional happiness

So weep not, for God is near…
You've sought a heart without fear…
There's a silver lining everywhere on Earth
You must hold on to it dear like remedial mirth

Down Beat

the causes i have lost
ever think the clouds
are hiding something
unfelt from birth
bounced around by atoms
grounded to beneath the ground
down
beaten like a beg
with no
rested pecs
Hero to nuns
ashamed suns
ending just befor
be
gin in a gin ring
unnoticedly unnotice a
bubble
dying from time
denying the seconds
out
round 2
this er keeps getting up
how
looking right threw me
with a listing lisping lips lubricate lusciously less
than naught
no's brought
the anti existent uneffisent to
cause a fuss
Spitting pity like leaded aero plain
as the knows on your face
ends of the human
race you to the bottom
Stop dare any God
stop my wor
nope no takers
ok demons djinns
here my jutting chin
Nope no one
you belittle me humanity
devolving so i dont belong
hope nature kills you
well thats your natural
state the truth
no fear for me
i dont believe the
now i put the instead of thee
what does the mean how many
dont know the meaning of simple words
watching love sold on revolving
on a crystal shelf
marked priceless
for all to bid on
and on this poem goes
but listen how the lines doth flow
almost hear the whispered wishes of a wave
forever breaking
a storms applause
or throw money


Premium Member Rest In Beauty

In these troubling times of uncertainty,
And pain that runs deep through our veins
We must remember what matters most
What we still have and care far reaching
No-one knows what will happen next
We have this precious moment now
It's hard to accept it, if not feeling well
But, there can be new moments if we try
An injured bird may struggle to fly
It may seem hopeless for anything
But a hobble is a step, a squeak may be a voice
A song can return, on the ground or in the sky
You may cry tears that wait to be wept
Find positive images, where they are kept
Mountains can be so hard to climb
But the view from the top, you will find
No more wondering how you got there,
You just did and now you may rest in beauty

Heidi Sands

4/26/20

Premium Member Promise of the Pomegranates

Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
where a heart is free and the sky is wide
where time is slow like a rivers flow
and the crow that flies is your only guide
In orchards wild and row upon row
the pomegranates grow in the countryside.
Such dreams of peace relieve the crush
And guide the sweep of the painter's brush.

Outside the city where the four winds blow
Prolific with seeds the pomegranates grow 
And when in winter all covered in snow
the promise of spring and summer bestow
 Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
 I wait with the wisdom inside that I know
That seasons may come, or seasons may go
And the winds of change may toss us and blow
But in our hearts is a place we may go
Outside the city where pomegranates grow

First Line Prompt 
Julia Ward
N/ A’d
Form: Lyric

A World Unraveling

The air hums with the weight of whispers,
of promises broken before they were made.
Skies once endless now streaked with fire,
oceans rising like hands reaching,
asking if we still remember their name.

Cities pulse in restless hunger,
neon veins feeding sleepless bodies.
Glass towers stretch toward absent gods,
while shadows curl in alleyways,
where the forgotten carve silence into stone.

Somewhere, a child draws a sun
on a cracked wall, yellow and bright.
Somewhere, a soldier closes his eyes,
hearing home in the wind,
a lullaby lost in the noise of war.

We stitch borders into the earth,
call them laws, call them safety.
But the wind does not ask for permission,
nor does the rain know the weight
of the flags we raise like shields.

And yet, the trees still speak in green,
the rivers still sing their silver songs.
Hope lingers in hands held tight,
in voices rising against the silence,
in the small, stubborn light of tomorrow.

Premium Member Animals Deserve Better

An animal deserves to be treated right
Whether it be wild or has taken fright
It shouldn't be harmed or left alone
If it's a domestic it needs a home

It needs love and people who care
Not to be beaten or thrown down the stairs 
Abandoned and left to fend for themselves 
How wrong it is to be left on the shelves 

Tied up in bags and dumped on the ground
Left there to die and not make a sound
They've done nothing wrong just misunderstood 
Help them live and remove that hood

Show them love and a smiling face
We are not evil we're a human race 
Animals deserve life after all 
So save that dog and throw them a ball

It's not a big ask to show support
For animal cruelty is not a sport

Premium Member A Feeling of Anticipation

Hope springs eternal, they say
   Robin red-breast seen with the blue jay
Flowers poke their way up through hard ground
   Buds on tree open, prisoners unbound

The sky is a pale azure-blue
   Her breezes so warm and inviting
Spring's yearly hope's again sprung
   The very air whispers promises exciting...

Then what to make of renewed hope in mid-Winter
   Rivers and streams no longer flowing
Icicles hang from stark tree limbs midst snowing
   Few hints of life outdoors stirring or growing

Yet it's in with the New Year, decked out in gay flirtation
   Spirits soaring higher, with each clink of inebriation
Optimism peeking into every nook and cranny of our nation
   There's a feeling of can't-miss anticipation --
This year will usher in an era of Lasting Peace and Jubilation!


              December 31, 2018
Form: Rhyme

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