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Bursts forth blissfulness, in tranquil stillness
Magnetic heat fills us from head to feet
Ineffable is our heart’s happiness
In resonance with the divine love beat
Our head melds with heart, conceding defeat
Silence continuum, ushers wellness
As Ohm vibration within does repeat
Bursts forth blissfulness, in tranquil stillness
Negating not, our mind-body this-ness
We rest egoic thought forms, that love deplete
Vibrant then becomes, in-form consciousness
Magnetic heat fills us from head to feet
We vaporise, as love does love throbs greet
Our aura transmutes to soft white brightness
As we imbibe soma elixir sweet
Ineffable is, our heart’s happiness
Wisdom downloads dispel our soul’s darkness
As of heart’s desire, we dance to love’s tweet
Is-ness of being-ness in joyfulness
In resonance with the divine love beat
Rapture’s unbound as polarities meet
Boundaries blur; we entwine with oneness
Heart takes pole position, at the love seat
God’s light in fullness, fills our emptiness
Bursts forth blissfulness
25-November-2021
Out on the porch for a little recess
From life's daily chores, listen to raindrops
Pitter-patter, musical sounds request
From gentle breeze, which stirs windchimes non-stop
Nature's orchestra plays as in hammock relaxed lay
A novel to read or just nap away
Afternoon quietly, what more pleasure
Maybe do something risque
Meet with lover, love away rainy day
In deep caresses our love we'll measure
The flame will burn higher as our desire
Rises with each kiss and loving caress
As the rain's rhythm sets mood, love's red fire
Glows as love to each other we confess
Romancing to rain's music dance and sway
Raindrops, roses, love's desire only glows
Lover so glad you could be companion to
Maybe do something risque
As on the love seat, inflamed we repose
Not needing love potion our love to renew
Lover so glad that I met you today
Out on porch listening to rain's rhythm
Stirring music in my soul fears allay
Perfectly matched love's biorhythm
There are now no fears or life's dismay
Love come take me away to higher realm
Come, stay, don't just wait life's rainy day to
Maybe do something risque
Hold, caress, don't wait 'til life overwhelms
Love come stay please don't ever bid adieu
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Contest: An Ode To Small Comfort On a Rainy Afternoon
Both liberation and bondage
The touch of love and acts savage
Sensed at the centreless fulcrum
Where no mind-body battles rage
Our soul, in this here body prism
Once aligned with love, leaves no chasm
Nestled at God’s feet, bliss replete
Bliss bursts at our sensorium
Head melds with heart, at the love seat
Greeting each face we chance to meet
Truth dawns without aid of mirrors
Savouring soma nectar sweet
In joy imbibing bliss tremors
All are love and light reflectors
Luminous in the vibrant void
Delighting in bliss borne shivers
14-November-2021
Every evening I come home on time,
I hug you and say, " How was your day? "
No smile, no affection, no greeting from you: you seem the image of clay,
but a resentful feeling, fed by suspicion, is ready to explode inside!
Staring at me with doubt, you'll soon turn into a freak;
I go to the kitchen to get a beer to wash the poison down...
when I get back, my cell phone is gone!
There you are! Curved up into the love seat
checking out all my messages and a particular picture....
angrily you say, " Who's that silly blonde? Your new lover? "
I fight back by saying, " Darling, have you touched another drink?
What is the meaning of these fits of jealousy? "
And vicious than a tiger showing her sharp teeth,
you get up to start a demoniac fight revving up your stupidity.
Anything that lies on the coffee table you throw at me:
a pack of cigarettes, even an ashtray that misses me by an inch,
by luck, I duck feeling like a grindstone turned by a winch...
I yell, " Damn you and your jealousy! " I shut the door and flee.
Shelah is an autumn fairy who loves pumpkins, squash, and maize.
She lives in the best oak tree in Semi-Forgotten Forest.
Old lady down the road makes quilts, so she snags material for free.
So many fat quarters at Ethel's, she rarely misses these small pieces.
Shelah's digs are amazing! She loves color, patterns, textures.
Pink polka dotted curtains, orange striped throws, couch with red dogs.
Double love seat in neon green paisley which took a little more material.
Ethel has tons, she will not live long enough to use it all anyway.
Shelah’s hobbies are simple - quilting, painting, and poetry.
She had no computer, her mother says it would corrupt her
TVs are out. She has an energy that kills them instantly.
Her electrical field goes counterclockwise, she is an empath.
She teaches young fairies to quilt. They are all making bedspreads.
Luckily Ethyl has a lot of material, I mean scads of it.
Shelah is presently teaching eighteen teenage faeries quilting
Boy faeries too? Damn right! They are faeries right?
If you want to join Forgotten Forest Chamber of Commerce
Here is the application form. Please fill it out legibly.
Are you fast? Can you fly in and out of windows carrying material?
Have you made some narrow escapes? Did you like it?
Shelah is the head of every committee; she will explain your initiation.
Due to her being bright, wise, intelligent and bossy, she is Queen here.
We other faeries are in awe of her and of her beautiful quilts.
One last question. Can you carry slippery stuff like silk and satin?
Hello there, fragrance of boundless delight
Love touch vibrational, makes us complete
Joy such, from which may we never alight
Bubbling rapture renews each day and night
As love does love, in joyousness so greet
Hello there, fragrance of boundless delight
Our love grows byte by byte, to zenith height
Suffused we are, by bliss nectar replete
Joy such, from which may we never alight
Love enigmatic, hidden in plain sight
Each sensory flicker, elixir sweet
Hello there, fragrance of boundless delight
Twin flame souls entwine, radiating light
Soundless rhythm we feel is one heartbeat
Joy such, from which may we never alight
Our love transcendental makes all wrongs right
Together we occupy, one love seat
Hello there, fragrance of boundless delight
Joy such, from which may we never alight
09-September-2021
A Poem to your spouse on his-her birthday. Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Funom Makama
I wrote my dad a poem, one year.
Thought he was clearing his voice.
He was choked up with tears,
something I never expected.
Mom died.
Those tears became a torrent.
Endearment.
His story is written,
not on fancy paper
but in martini glasses,
cheers,
in the blanket,
on the love seat,
at the table with the blinds -
mom saw only once
before cancer
sent her to the place of no return.
I brought balloons.
The giant one said Happy Father’s Day.
Accompanying those
three pink and one blue -
representative of the love
that surrounds him.
we’ve got you, dad.
you’re not alone.
your children have you.
…and dad,
you both were great parents.
Fan in close proximity to my breast
Large and tinted pink
You drink in my dance of squirming
You love how I wear my abash
My heartbeat upon my face
You see it…you feel it
You’re in the shadows
I’m haunted by your presence
yet, I’m “addicted to your alchemy”
the outcome of which frightens me
I can’t see your face but I know
that you’re more handsome than anyone
has a right to be…confident that you are
painted upon the pages of history
Nameless…faceless entity
You slay me
I faint under your thumb that snaps me
as I pose on the love seat
Why can’t I run
Why don’t I
Are you a phantom…I fathom
you’re wrapped in black silk
from head to toe
I’ll grab my cross, you must know
As I walked along an old dirt path thickened and over-grown with greenery, Unfamiliar with the territory...
I approach a small opening of short bright green grass
I couldn't help but notice that in between two ripened apple trees, was an old half-rotted love seat swing made from vines and thick branches
Staring at it, watching it swing slowly with the wind...
And with my mind and body in a motionless trance
"I Wonder" I ask myself
I wonder- who the last occupants were, who were the last to sit there together?
Must be at least a hundred years old; I think
Were they young teenagers in love?
Were they newlyweds, or long-time lovers- unmarried?
Maybe, they were old... like me
Hmm... Maybe, just maybe...it was where Adam & Eve sat while biting the apple?
While thinking these thoughts... the loves seat continued to swing more rapid
Suddenly,
The love seat stops swinging... but the mild wind still blows
It was like an invitation for me to have a seat. With chills running from the back of my neck, through my spine, and down to my toes... I sit
Closing my eyes gently. a chill-calming feeling warms my body and soul
The answer to the question will forever be a mystery
But now I know who the last two occupants were...
It was me... and the Lord
We have been blessed with good health…Both my wife, Deborah, and me…
which is why we both have DONOR listed on our drivers license/ID.
But now that we’ve grown older we are pretty sure…
Doctors might not want our old organs anymore.
So, if we can’t be organ donors…
Before we move away…the two of us agreed…
To donate some of the furniture…we no longer need.
Because unlike our old body parts…the two of us conceded
our old furniture, though old, is still wanted and still needed.
We loved our old furniture…and rather than sell or simply lose it
It’s nice to know it now resides with families who can use it.
Our couch, rocking chair and day bed…
now live in our neighbors growing family’s safe keeping.
They can sit on our couch, rock their baby in the chair
and the day bed is where their daughter will be sleeping.
Some bookshelves and a nice long table…now complete
a work station for the newlyweds who live across the street.
Our old roll top desk, Hawaiian chair and file cabinet…Have found a way to blend
into the house of two older newlyweds…who have become dear friends.
Our love seat and IKEA shelving unit… were quite heavy
so with a few grunts and groans…
they now sit in the first apartment of 3 young men…
starting to live out on their own.
Some of Deborah’s Fiesta ware…in all those bright colors we love to see
have found their way into the houses of friends and family.
We are happy knowing our furnishings…
will live in other houses where friends and family dwell…
and we sat around in our ever-emptying house…we wished we had an organ
so we could have donated it as well