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Premium Member Transit Gloria

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
Form: Other


Premium Member Spreading Happiness

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
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

Vagaries of Life

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:

Continuation Built The Nation

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
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In Simple Words

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


Haitian Earthquakes

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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Deepening Stillness

“we must get out of our own way, so to speak
that the elixir divine, may inwards seep”
_______________________________

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
Form: Quatern

Premium Member Magic Show

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
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member 28 Cracks In the Ceiling

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.

Premium Member Bliss Vivified Exuberance

"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

~~~~~~~~~

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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Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Form: Rhyme

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