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Now, mighty ones,
I return to sing the song of Alahsar,
now, come with me,
once more, let us stand in the priceless dream,
like the eagles, high aloft,
let us fly now too Dream-Scape.
A great wall stands,
ever impenetrable,
this outer wall to kingdom,
it stands firm,
within the great wall,
the largest, silver gates we behold,
this is where the song does take us,
now, let us see what we shall see,
let us watch the scene unfold.
We see many soldiers of the outer guard,
armour shining,
they stand watch at the outer gates,
Now, listen, a great hammering on the gates,
something hard strikes four times on the gates,
then a short break,
this repeats, time after time,
the signal of the enemy dignitaries,
outwith the gates,
in eternal darkness,
these damned souls awaited entry.
the gates are slowly opened,
soldiers now stand expectant,
mighty hands on sword hilts,
spears at the ready,
shields held tight,
the great silver gates,
they open slowly to the darkness,
a gasp from the soldiers of the golden king.
These mighty soldiers,
they now take a step backwards
out of the darkness,
eight spider riders of Akrah,
they advance,
they come forth on their gigantic spiders,
shudder now at this sight,
slowly, these abominations,
they did come into the light.
soldiers of the golden king,
they begin to retreat,
stand tall, men of Alahsar,
the order of the golden king,
let them pass, these loathsome beasts,
The gates stood atop a hill,
at the bottom of this hill,
one hundred of the elite knights,
the Captain and ten others,
they did splinter from the group,
ascending the hill.
The mighty bastions of Hellish design,
they move so slowly forward,
eyes of amber putrescense,
aligned on head,
perfect sight,
poison fangs begin dripping,
food so close,
bodies of the most mighty bulk,
carried with such hateful ease,
eight mighty legs,
they carry the weight with ease.
True, dark-haired demons,
born of the darkness,
what fear they do instil,
their leader, on the first spider,
he pointed a long finger at the captain,
Slowly, the spiders moved in line,
towards the Captain, their Hellish march,
when the head rider was up behind the Captain,
they all started down the hill,
Let us now follow this strange procession.
To Be Continued..........
Subtle you are and cunning in skill,
Bleed me through words, you long to instil.
History lies, for once you were kind,
Lover of mine, was it I who were blind?
You played me like child, lost in my youth.
Longing to please, to think it were truth.
Taste that was sweet and egger for more,
Is suddenly bitter in poisonous gall.
Help me in need and hold me in grief,
All of these things you did with belief.
A flair for the word, a knowing to speak,
To turn me about, while leaving me weak.
Fool that I am, I bought the charade,
Look at me now, for this you have made.
Sodden if angst, bitter in spite,
My vision is clear, as well as my sight.
Beastly you are, in hideous form,
The beauty you held, insidious scorn,
Poison you are, ultimate death.
It rots and it spreads till nothing is left.
Time that we spent, oblivious tears,
Squandered and spent insidious years…
Form:
Russia's losses have been greater with their Ukrainian invasion
Compared to nine years in Afghanistan, another miscalculation
Many towns and cities in Ukraine are now being taken back
As Ukrainian defenders launch, a devastating counter attack.
At a river in the Donbas region the Russians tried to cross
But were met with fierce resistance and suffered a great loss
An entire Russian battalion with tanks and vehicles too
Have met with a horrific end, as Ukrainian missiles flew.
How many more losses can the cowardly Russians take?
But they'll never admit, that they have made a grave mistake
Their substandard ageing weapons are being put to the test
And are no match for NATO weapons, which are simply the best.
The first war criminal is in the dock, and his trial is underway
For an act of cold blooded murder and with his freedom he'll pay
He'll no doubt serve time in a prison cell ,for a very long time
But surely that is too lenient and he should be hung for his crime.
Russia will never conquer Ukraine and it's a war they won't win
The civilised world is sending a clear message to Vladimar Putin
Russia's botched invasion has now caused NATO to expand
Two more countries will now join the alliance, Sweden and Finland.
Russia is threatening the West and NATO, saying it may go nuclear
It's just sabre rattling on their part and they're trying to instil fear
Even if they launched their missiles, it would invoke article five
The Russian state would cease to exist and they wouldn't survive.
Russia should now do the honourable thing and admit defeat
And for Putin to give the order to his forces, in Ukraine to retreat
Acts of aggression won't be tolerated and the west will not give way
And if you invade a peaceful country, then a high price you will pay.
Written 15th May 2022
Wanderings of soul
Couldn't see the colour of the sky,
Nor the birds, their flight so high,
The greens were lost in twilight,
Didn't you see tears in my eyes ?
My stray soul that still wanders,
Passion swamps mind that ponders,
Parallel walk yet no greet,
Will the two banks ever meet ?
Vibrant dreams await fulfil,
Desires in heart deep instil,
Quell pain of eternity,
Do I live infinity ?
Till wrinkles on skin appear,
Emotions to mind will steer,
Till rainbow in sky will fade,
Can I beat my weary jade ?
Wanderings of soul will end,
Love if you could just pretend,
Your lie would be worth a price,
Can't you see tears in my eyes ?
Written December 7th, 2014
Iambic heptameter
For contest 'Iambic verse' by Giorgio A.V.
Now for PD's contest "Best poem of 2014 contest"
Awarded 10th place
Now entered for "Your best old poem contest" by Judy Konos
Awarded 1st place win
Entered for "Best love poem #4" poetry contest by SKAT A
Awarded 9th place win
Now entered for "Favourite" poetry contest by Casarah
“The mere presence of a body signifies that its existence is made possible by unfulfilled desires.” Sri Yukteswar Giri, as stated by him in ‘An Autobiography of a Yogi’ by Paramahansa Yogananda
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A monk on a hill, too employs free will, to bliss instil
Thus cessation a soul choice, paving way for elation
Synergy with divine energy enveloping form in bliss
Purring rapturous delight renewing within day and night
Suffusing mind body fully with the soma pheromone
Luminescent spiritual light, soft white, as God manifests
As feeble earth entity melds with His presence completely
Wonder beyond all wonders, benedictions are as bestowed
Upon lower mind vaporised, receptive to embracing surprise
Is this burning yearning for merging with God, an obsession
There being no identity resident within seeking attainment
Save in-form presence magnetically, prayerfully connecting
Hypnotic stupor slowly receding, enabling the mists to clear
Recognising self as spirit unbound, upon earth for a sojourn
Love in love with love for love alone, vibrant rainbow blissful
Being to become an integral, indivisible part of God essence
If this is obsession
It is time to confess
17-March-2021
My obsession poetry contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
What have you done to us my child?
I tore my body to bring you here
He wetted his shirt with sweat to ink your books
23 years of learning gave you a well-paying job
Your job gifted you a high held head.
Then what has gone wrong with you my child?
We chose a man to take your hand
We mistook that he makes your life a merry-go-round.
He used your beauty, brain and brass.
But that doesn't mean you have to suffer all the loss.
Did I give you birth to offer you as a prey on someone else's plate?
Couldn't our blood instil courage in you that you surrendered your life to the fear of a demon?
Didn't your red belt remind you that you are a fighter?
Why hasn't your education given you confidence to face life's challenges?
Why hasn't your job given you courage to live an independent life?
The walls of the dark room shouted beyond their limits to stop you
The wooden cupboard tried its best to hide the bottle from you
The locked door tried to break open its latch to show the world your cowardice
The flickering lamp's attempts to ignite your mind proved to be powerless.
When the eyes of your 2-year old search for you in the middle of the night,
how should I tell that the greed of her dad gulped her mother's breath?
When your father madly waits for you over the weekend,
how should I convince him that his bold daughter has boldly ended her life?
When your friends look for a shoulder to lean on,
how should I tell them that you burnt your body beyond recognition?
When my heart wants to kiss your forehead and hug you,
how should I show it the powdered you resting in that copper canister?
I tell all the daughters out there
Your life is not your wicked blackmailing boyfriend
Your life is not your selfish husband nor your greedy in-laws
Your life is not your snatched virginity
Your life is not a dowry case on the cop's table
Your life is your courage, it should stand as an inspiration.
Your life is your identity, it should set an example.
Your life is YOU.
Your life is YOU.
Your blood is yours, don't let it flow for the foolish.
Your bones are yours, don't crush them under their greedy paws.
You belong to YOU and not to anyone else.
On the question of destiny and free will,
though life as impulsed will unfold as ordained,
feeling influx of grace, which God does instil,
our consciousness expands, from thought forms unchained,
whence the love dove perches on soul’s window sill,
revealing the light of Self, pure and unstained.
Spirit in form is here for a brief sojourn,
imbibing benign bliss burns in body urn.
When debts of love are repaid, in bliss we wade,
impacted no longer by the quirks of fate,
our non-judgmental eye assigning no grade,
knowing tempests that rise, will in time abate,
path of the heart offering bliss readymade,
propelling our presence straight through heaven’s gate.
Free will is the manner in which we respond,
choice of purity, forging with God a bond.
Contemplating, to whom does destiny come
and who is the doer, who seemingly acts,
in tranquil silence, betwixt bliss beat’s soft hum,
noticing how nodes within forge loving pacts,
aligned to the cadence of the cosmic drum,
whence negating the ego, since it reacts,
we see we’re not form but the life force itself,
recognised clearly as the light of our Self.
A Plea to the Charioteer
My prayers to you Charioteer
To guide me to the path full of light,
To lead me to the road that is right
And drive me to the route that is bright.
Let not the heat of anger besiege me
Nor the pangs of pride assail me,
Keep me clear from the sin of arrogance,
And free from the whiffs of petulance.
Should my mind ever go astray
Or should my faith in you ever sway,
Do refresh my veins with your flame
And goad me to the noble way.
Should hurdles be laid on my lanes,
Steer your chariot to evade them
Without inflicting any strain
Or any pain on anyone.
Should I ever wish to quit the field
Instil in me the strength and the will
To inner foes never to yield
Until I reach my last station.
I pray that you ever be by my side
And brace me with courage enough
To confront every stormy tide,
To vanquish every hidden foe
In battles within, though rough and tough.
When the final breath I will heave,
My plea that you fly me in your chariot
To your bright heavenly abode
My most cherished goal to achieve
To serve you at your wish and will.
Folks call me, they call me...
Unusual
They make, they make fun of me...
Call me unusual
So unkind,
nothing but hatred and malice on their minds...
Father, Father God;'
Why? you make me odd;
I'm refusing to be ridiculed I reborn...
I'm unusual
They call me funny looking because I don't look like you;
Well, I don't care what you really think;
This is my choice and I choose, to do, I'm
unusual
Folks call me, they call me...
Unusual
They make, they make fun of me...
Call me unusual
So unkind,
nothing but hatred and malice on their minds...
You have no heaven nor hell to put me in;
Don't call me beautiful your not my friend;
While you're back-biting;
And yet I instil a love for you, yes name caller, insulter...
I do yet love you, because of that too makes me unusual;
Because I prise a King His name is this I contain is
Jesus... He makes our day, makes me happy to be this way;
So if forgivingness is wrong on my part
If loving you in your hatred well I guess I am
unusual
5/19/04
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2004, 2019©
arranged music by BUCK BOWEN 2004©
In attempting to portray inner light,
immediate and intimate to us,
the flavour of fragrance was lost to sight,
lost in symbols, which began to nonplus.
The truth of our being is never lost
but here and now, with memory erased,
dark delusion causes our heart to frost,
deadened to bliss beats that leave us amazed.
The dilemma of monks is clear to see,
for what they wish to say, addresses heart
but since from thought forms we are never free,
our soul’s spiritual quest fails to start.
How may truth of oneness be known to mind,
as we flounder about, just like the blind?
As we flounder about, just like the blind,
in pursuit of desires which will not last,
truth of our inner light we cannot find
and thus our dark destiny’s die is cast.
As long as everything is weighed and sized,
we are separated from existence
and truth of Self is never realised,
simply because of ego’s insistence.
Know we are far more than this feeble form,
which we can see, is subject to decay,
so entering silence, feeling heart warm,
we can, if we choose, grant love right of way.
This is a choice we must make by free will,
for voids within to fill, we must be still.
For voids within to fill, we must be still,
transcending mind by leaving thoughts behind,
that God may Himself, love and light instil,
that we are with ultimate truth aligned.
Nothing need be done save coming undone,
attention animated in the void,
whereupon we recognise all are one,
being no longer by thought forms decoyed.
Descent and ascent is the game we play,
that when delusion drops in the ocean,
we imbibe within bliss that’s here to stay,
sipping soma nectar’s magic potion.
How may we describe throb of bliss delight,
in attempting to portray inner light?