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TRANSIT GLORIA
turning surreal
blooming
imaginative
yet vintage
& compelling in loftiness
an influx
of euphoria
triumphal
yet unbowed
such contemporary
polemics
in
joyful shrieks
an embellishment
to reward & reinvigorates
yet
a contentious dream
obscure & curious
in an
endless
procession
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Spread love at all times—but not in an obnoxious way.
Peddle light, be it a candle—a mirror of its depiction.
Reach into the darkness and lead a soul to the light.
Elixir of life is labor, and the busier one is the happier.
Agape love is majestic and resilient—it's your lifeblood.
Deal with apex bliss—bestow the joy of your choice.
Irreverence is sin; meekness is ethics—it breeds bliss.
Narcissism wilts the bones and oozes heretic despair.
God's grace is the influx of favor within our grasp.
Happiness is driven by exquisite words of hope.
Attitude, not skill, will shepherd your determination.
Positivity is like a rainbow—it never looks down.
Poise and calm define if we're linked to our divine.
Inspiring people to follow God's will bestows delight.
Newness of life and honor is granted to the upright.
Ease of life entails doing duty rather than whims.
Success is not a proviso for happiness; the inverse is.
Smiling is the daunting language of mercy.
Written: March 20, 2023
1st place contest winner
Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Biological copulation draws Easter egg,
fecund gooey glommed gametes
heralding zygote
(adroit bitcoin currency)
describing extemporaneous fusion
generate hormonal influx
juices kickstarting life manifold
natural occurrence pregnancy quilts
rudimentary secrete tapestry
until vicar wizard yields
zealous adorable biological concatenation,
derivative extrapolated filigreed
Gonads heft, induce jointly knotted linkedin MineCraft
nascent occurrence
presaging quintessential reproduction, sharing third trimester,
umbilical venerated womb
yawping zee amazing baby, credit deoxyribonucleic acid,
enigma fantastically grand
husband injected jetted klatch, leaving microscopic nothings,
opportunistically pierced quarters, readied shutterfly trap,
uterus vibrantly welded
* * * * * * * * *
yoked zappa bun, cooked definitive enchilada,
formula generations hardy
induced jimmied kin, labored maternal newborn, one pricked queue,
randiness spurred testes ubiquitously, voyaged whimpering yelper
thence subjected to the royal treatment
whence reality inundates the full term offspring
upon a lifelong journey (initially as a foreigner sans in utero),
but willfulness viz life source secures survivor
against the pinging peccadilloes
learning by trial and error to iron out kinks
as one among the human league
since the modus operandi to transcend encumbrances
triggers built in impetus
to traverse poet tent shill pitfalls along
space/time continuum trajectory
which adversity only serves to net greater strength
since that instantaneous and spontaneous bitmap
encoded upon conception.
Form:
For centuries this island nation avoided an invasion
no foreign army on our shores forcing legislation
an English man would have his castle on the Magna Carta
and blend the blood of all there was from William back to Arthur
and though we may have warred ourselves in times of separation
we’d emerge a nation merged without an altercation
then go alone rejecting Rome and stand up for divorce
to see off power on our seas and stop the Spanish force
and carry on two separate states with Royalty conformed
until the war where they no more held power that would rule
though we restore the monarch for the purposes of law
they have no say no power-play upon our Bill Of Rights
the evolution to the start of kingdoms that unite
to industry that built cities and rinsed the countryside
and saw off every enemy expanding far and wide
the empire of empires with all its lands aligned
all this time we had survived and thrived on continuation
no mass migration nor invasion would disturb our nation
no influx until the crux of all the world at war
which was survived though empire died and people came ashore
immigration by invitation never seen before
to now somehow when we allow our nation to fall
So let’s be clear Britannia rose without mass immigration
but now we might just disappear through left wing re-tardation
one day this organic form
which in truth is but dust
for the moment seeming alive
owing to influx of God’s breath
will return back to Mother Earth
the elements it borrowed
to shape this human vessel
our soul which dwells in heart
gathering experiences granted
will then carry back to heaven
memories of tears and smiles
by our identity so generated
which reviewed from lens of love
we look at seeking redemption
knowing now that all souls are one
cleaved from the fabric of God
although there is no judgment
we cannot help but seek to repay
the debts of love which we owe
for we are yet in feeling of separation
and so unable to forgive ourselves
the misconception that we are ego
separate and distinct from existence
creates a need within our pure heart
to act as a doer in resonance with love
thus causing repeated reincarnation
until residual identity too drops away
whereupon all that is, is the light of Self
this Self of which we speak is eternal
it is this that is made in the image of God
so unless we embody this awareness
the true purpose of earth life yet awaits
and love in love with love employs no force
so it waits endlessly for love to awake
but our desire creates endless dreams
the coordinates of reference are now known
destiny is reaped as of seeds by us sown
when truth imbed is gradually assimilated
our reflex instincts honed and synced with love
the will of God and us then becomes one
and we then co-create on earth as is His will
that earth too becomes equivalent of heaven
January twelfth two thousand and ten
October seventh two thousand eighteen
and again August fourteenth,
two thousand and twenty one
witnessed near annihilation and destruction
of the Haitian nation,
(especially courtesy first and third aforementioned)
whereby countless/ nameless individuals
e’en the strongest Herculean type men
crushed by humungous slabs of building facades
practically demolishing every creation
since this island settled,
which indigenous tribes initially sought safety
in any geologic den
seeking solace and salvation
from wrath of nature
by paying obeisance via oblation,
perhaps giving credence
to clear water in tandem with rooster and hen
that laid a golden egg, especially
as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans
foisted forfeiture of land
with primitive implement like pen
no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery,
et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake such actions
rent asunder culture beseeched divine force
argh inhumane brutish, nasty and (shortish)
simians (compared to 21st century Homo sapiens)
refused to cease desecration,
yet the peoples of this dominion
rose from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
no matter genetic pool
underwent white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers,
which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
and basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets)
and those coveted legal tender bucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative
(wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard,
yet within the very fiber of tropical mangrove
persons patiently lined up their ducks
as intimated by this aging hippy type nerd,
and declared as the first
African American peoples spurred
INDEPENDENCE to be the word
whence adulation, elation, inspiration
akin to the sound winged fowl clucks
until the onset of one after another major earthquake
rendered land of high mountains
(crafted from Taíno language)
into jumble of utter annihilated smithereens.
“we must get out of our own way, so to speak
that the elixir divine, may inwards seep”
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Bliss influx foiled by our own hand
Erst memory binds and confines
Stalled by mind, which would understand
Whilst heart vibrant, with love aligns
Both doing and non-doing fail
Bliss influx foiled by our own hand
Brave of heart, yet rudderless sail
The void is where we take our stand
Cave of our heart, a joyous land
In but not of the outer world
Bliss influx foiled by our own hand
Unless flag of love is unfurled
Cessation the way to ascend
Deep into divine pastures grand
Renouncing desire, ego bend
Bliss influx foiled by our own hand
16-June-2021
Pheromones divine, arise from within
Our presence is aware of each nuance
Soma nectar dew glistens on our skin
Endlessly replays, this beauteous dance
Vaporised self assigns no preference
To magnetic attribute manifest
Each love hue is imbibed with reverence
As heart delights, flowing through trough and crest
Space flickers, revealing void luminous
Expanded form contains the universe
Magical grace influx, polyphonous
An epiphany we cannot rehearse
Our body prism refracts God’s soft white light
Rainbow in full view, nurtures soul’s delight
11-March-2022
28 Cracks In The Ceiling
I take my red-inked dagger in hand
And succinctly spew its secrets for all to see.
28 cracks in the ceiling, and I lost count.
There’s a storm moving out of the west.
I can smell the thunder and
The titillating turbulence of tintinnabulation.
An old lady sits cross-legged and knitting,
Waiting for the sweating sun to sink.
“I was just a girl in 1925… and now…”
The endless strained faces out there
Tell stories of death, disease and depravity.
They know the eternal worm is the other one
In this passion triangle.
28 cracks in the ceiling, and I lost count.
Snakes frothing in suburbia.
The megabytes of Zanzibar jettison out naked bone chips.
Later months and trivial dimes.
Smokestack realizations in a tent.
Church buttresses holding up my whining soul.
Green Edsels down in San Pedro.
Michelobs and round sassy broads fingering erect nipples.
With a Susie in each arm
He lights a cigarette in honor of grand appeasement.
Sensuous sinews entwine effervescently.
More loose chicks in short skirts,
Pouting and scamming.
Times are hot in the old town tonight.
Music and misery, wine and wickedness.
Stubborn clocks disarm with water-resistant influx.
I was a princox in petticoats.
We met at a Tastee Freez at twilight.
28 cracks in the ceiling, and I lost count.
"Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other"
Anton Chekhov
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Medicine, an in-pouring
Literature, poetry, our outpouring
In tandem setting into motion, vibration
Epitomising our being-ness by gentle resonation
Let then our medicine, oh hermit, be the love caress
Soft, healing touch, leaving us free of duress
Distilled and enriched within our heart
All souls one and none apart
We affirm in definitiveness
Bliss influx grips us in rapturousness
Mind body magnetised, one with the universe
Radiating beauteous love hues, as our creative verse
15-March-2021
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