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Something dreadful is reflected in this scene
Could be she's seen death in a horrid dream, or
perhaps a relapse of an affliction or addiction
has left her crestfallen, in an insentient state
with the blood of her sin dripping from her eyes.
In vines, she's entangled for having sat so long
Grieving for whatever tragedy has gone wrong.
Entwined in living vines of a scarlet rose
more alive than she appears to be.
Is it a dark disgrace she bears in this pose?
One Poe would have drawn to illustrate a poem
telling a dark tale as black ravens preen.
With iridescent wings fluttering, they hover near
plucking at an ornament worn round her neck
Cawing attention to her pox in squawking voices,
making her circumspect for being called a sinner.
Has she committed some dark dastardly deed
that's left her sitting on that garden bench
as if in widow's threads, dreading her crime
and praying Mea Culpas for forgiveness?
Forlorn she sits, weary from existence,
oblivious to the avian souls. Do they guard her
or are they being persistent in cawing her shame?
Has she been the victim of some abysmal crime?
What horror must be kept secreted in her mind
and what keeps her kohled eyes closed as if blind?
Don't ask the black bird for he has sworn allegiance
Nevermore would he tell the tale of it all as she falls
ever deeper into the madness that has left her cold.
Aa alabaster statue on a garden bench.
Is she missing her beloved when he was claimed by death
or a wench who in an act of jealousy killed her lover?
The sin committed in passion is a mortal blunder and more...
A flaw in the heart of one Poe would never call Lenore.
When we so chose, to manifest on earth,
Stirrings of love divine, brought forth a pulse;
Our innate aliveness, bubbling with mirth,
Humming resonation with God’s impulse,
Feeling by touch, each offered sensation,
In playful, blissful, childlike innocence.
Heart outpoured joy in spontaneous verse,
Soul aligned as one with all creation,
Dwelt in glory of God’s magnificence ~
Exuberance had no need to rehearse.
Our body had it’s need, fuelled by greed;
Gripped by desire, our mind was in a fog.
Stirrings of ego, soon started to breed,
Boon now bane, tail began wagging the dog.
Baton of awareness shifted to mind.
Insentient to love, our heart grew cold,
Enslaved by lust, we had nowhere to hide,
Bound head to foot in ego’s ruthless bind.
Love became a trade, soul to devil sold,
Our heart contacted, though God dwelt inside.
Back to the start, the time our soul was free;
By God’s grace, we melded head with our heart,
Throb of love as conscience, our referee,
Soul’s radiance restored as work of art.
Love in love with love offers no excuse,
Beauteous, all embracing, lyrical.
Bubbling effervescence is it’s delight;
Presence then succumbs not to ego’s ruse,
An epitome of God’s miracle,
Love drenched soul again glows as living light.
10-May-2022
10 syllables per line ~ HMS
Rhyme pattern: ababcdecde fgfghijhij klklmnomno ~ Rhymezone
Grammar ~ PS
Theme: Love
Form O- Ode- New poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
At first we assumed everyone feels just the way we do
Being the light of Self in singularity present here in duality
Bilocating breath by breath between form and formlessness
Mind empty of concepts, heart detached and presence vibrant
Moment to moment, all moments entwined in the continuum
Embracing and releasing each life touch with nonchalance
Attention transfixed in the play of bliss magnetism within
Over time we realised souls surrounding us were asleep
Which is to say, their consciousness was rooted in the ego
Causing them to be enslaved by cravings pertaining to form
Insentient to living light of God aflame in the cave of the heart
Little wonder, we found it was difficult for us to communicate
For we spoke the language of tender love and gentleness
Whilst they were oriented toward lust and domination
No, it was clear that we did not fit in here, in this zoo
No judgments but it was clearly a vibrational mismatch
Inundated by the cacophonous din of conditioned beliefs
We took shelter in the ever present flow of Holy Spirit within
Alone whilst surrounded by unconscious minds all around
Choosing a pseudonym and penning our soul’s emote
Of the dance of polarities orbiting love in the void
Without compassion there is no genius,
gracious sculptures without life of happiness.
Compassion comes with forgiveness,
enabling the grace of continuous.
When compassion enters the door,
rationality escapes between the floor.
Natural compassion regardless wonder,
gratitude and miracle wand to ponder.
Pale compassion lead to separation,
while glowing ones create love elevation.
The spirit of compassion has many shadows,
without ethics it leads to the gallows.
The spirit of feelings is lost in words of sentiment,
compassions beauty insentient.
Impulses are intoxicating inferior sensation,
compassioned deeds by choice become realization.
It the lovers heart that touches depth,
the godly soul that soars by concept.
Compassioned eye of the seer’s that penetrates,
the knower’s spirit by merit assimilates.
It is the twist of thought,
what is the curl of the beloved.
Compassion sees souls bound to their mind tree,
insentient to touch of love’s moonbeam
and if it could, it would, set them now free
but cannot, so does not, as they so dream.
God’s breath that keeps organic dust alive,
waits for love within mankind to awake,
by partaking nectar from heart’s bliss hive,
ours for asking, when ego we forsake.
Recognising God’s light glows deep within
all forms, we clearly see we are all one,
so lighting the lamp of love, we begin,
relinquishing desires, coming undone.
Wake up oh hermit, we have slept too long ~
Let’s rise together, taking all along
Change the story
These words kept ringing in my ears
Change the story
That's not what people want to hear
Every morning you saturate the airwaves
with insentient and agonizing words
disdaining my intelligence
and rekindling a treacherous fire
You have gone down that road before
stirring up fear and doubt
Impeding upon history
And trespassing on my dignity.
You have eroded all civility
spilling vengeance , derision and anger
Catering to their weaknesses
And making unrealistic promises.
Change your groundless theory and
work towards unity
stand up for what you believe in
and stop this useless masquerading
You have been hammering a tale
that is so hard to bear
The chronicle keeps duplicating itself
resonating deeply in despair
The music is playing loudly
Echoing mystics in the air
Change the precarious story
and face the fight with decency.
Awaking from sleep
We found ourselves here
For no reason at all
Grinning from ear to ear
Our joy was short-lived
As analytical mind took over
Encasing us in a cloud of dust
Stifling our hearts playful caper
Lethargy anchoring us in a comfort zone
Confining attention in a narrow domain
We soon became insentient to throb of love
Ingraining habits leaving our soul stained
Upon reaching the point of exhaustion
We chose cessation, nestled in silence
Therein, astonished at feeling magnetism
Teleporting us to bliss transcendence
Such dear friends, is the world within
A journey without linear movement
Wherein rapture of thunderous bliss ignition
Envelopes us in a sea of tranquil contentment
25-April-2021
As the breath of God vitalised inert matter,
dust thus animated, began to dance,
enabled by bliss magnetism,
suffusing feeble form.
One that became two, feeling separate from source,
looked in within, beholding head and heart,
conjoined and yet standing apart,
insentient to love.
Essence of presence, being but the breath of God,
continued to radiate love and light,
even though the ego thwarted,
its amorous advance.
Although love for love pines, it yet employs no force,
so remains gentle but yet persistent,
waiting for the soul to awake,
from stuporous slumber.
In time, Schumann’s resonance, by the breath of God,
raises frequency of earth elements,
whereupon with heart receptive,
soul’s eye becomes single.
Moment by moment, all moments in time entwined,
all entities but seek to find themselves,
which is living light eternal,
made in image of God.
I exist bound by you
like wildflowers planted pitilessly in dry soil
that plunder and devour the strength of my seeds
My stem grows pallid
My petals scentless and uninspiring
My roots withering in arid dust
strangled by weeds of apathy
Parched in the blight of callous care
Squandered in winds of insentient lies
That snare fire like fugitive arsons
Burning me with insensitivity to shrivel and sicken
As you beget your vanity with the strength
Of the Sun’s scalding degrees
So scarce the waters of your compassion
that scarcely feed my soul
I stand naked, bare and weak
in the barren home inside your pain
I cling harder to grip
As I wither in the dust of lonely casualty
Strangled and forfeited
I slowly die clenched in your fist of willful despair
trembling from your demise
As my unseeing love yields the compromise
May 24, 2023
Brian Strand Premier No. 1219 Poetry Contest
It being crystal clear
we self block the divine current
owing to hidden fear
thus insentient to the love scent
The limitation in peaked fullness
of the divine electricity
owing to in-form energy conduits
constrained by identity
Surrender conditional
attempting steering by doership
as long as mind active
our ego spirals in oneupmanship
Whilst flowing in a calm tranquil
self aware awareness
vaporising into the heart spacial
in a sea of blissfulness
Time & tide do flow on
as we are reshaped on the anvil
we rest in staid silence
surrendering residual egoic will
30-September-2020