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Purring, humming magnetic heat,
engulfs our form from head to feet!
Hark prismatic bliss beats strumming;
magnetic heat, purring, humming!
Central funnel, from root to crown,
aglow with light, wherein we drown;
bliss currents flow in this tunnel,
from root to crown, central funnel.
Soma nectar drips in our heart;
we feel therein, ignition start!
Rapture unbound, attention grips;
in our heart, soma nectar drips!
Divine aligned, love alone is.
Each node of form feels God’s bliss fizz.
Nothing remains to be divined;
love alone is, divine aligned.
04-September-2022
(Swap Quatrain)
Swap Quatrain Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
The moments we share are a gift,
uniquely qualified.
A magnetic shift, of consciousness,
of honed homing sense equalized.
Through the protective layers it
sifts, like the hungry for a meal.
Moments weigh us in the balance
like a scale,
scaling what can be, and becoming fare.
Selling us there the fabrics
and colors possibilty wants to wear.
Window-shopping with depth charge,
buying as the damages can afford,
to live large.
Aloneness is shared and blotted out
in mosaic chemical.
Effervescent instant instance of oracle.
Willful in the persistence of time-
skillfully forged sign by sign.
A mystery of union encompasses
small in its spaces, compasses with string,
attachment, attaching all in its placement.
In heart chambers of containment.
For a moment is really not a moment,
it is continuum of continuity.
There is magic in relation to experience
and its mystery.
A convergence of paths intertwine,
encompasses our way back machine,
back to the place we
were conceived of the Divine.
A moment is an immortal stare.
A segway to Eternity, raw, rare.
The building block of here.
The moment you are there.
As faith faithfully undresses,
dresses doubts wound.
Vulnerability-confesses,
caresses- open, bare naked truth.
A moment.
Bares a question to mark,
what is the meaning-"to share" to spark.
It peels away the distance between us,
lightning from the dark.
The invisible doors of the soultiverse,
and its keeps and its moors.
They lead hand in hand to a place
more and more.
Love answers stark in a moment
and with no quarter taken.
In chemical equasion,
it is the answer, never to be forgotten by
the spirit professing the formula
for a tear.
Of joy ever partaken.
Nature nourished by Sovereign’s nurture
Abounds with mother earth’s treasure
Triumphantly fulfilling existence-feature
Upheld against degradation’s pressure
Replenishing through re-birth each creature
Exemplifying life wonders’ pleasure.
Delightful magnetic fascination
Ecstatic kin to emancipation
Linkage against worthlessness’ dysfunction
Instilling worshipful liberation
Gripping emotions for admiration
Heightening spiritual exaltation
That thanks Creator’s beautification
Surely, nature provokes praise-devotion!*
*Psalm 89:5 And the heavens shall praise thy wonders, O LORD: thy faithfulness also in the congregation of the saints.
July 15, 2019
2nd place, "FINETUNE THIS COLLABORATION" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 8/5/2019.
The bridge you walk over
The water that carries you over the fall
One whom singles out souls to meet other souls.
I AM a human bridge.
I know who will love you, and
who would care enough to learn your name?
I also know who would
be made better by you.
I Am a human magnet.
I am that human ladder;
The town crier.
No one remembers who held the ladder,
as they climbed to the pinnacle up to fame.
You can name each of the
people that you met at the top,
except no one remembers, the ladder,
the catalyst, or the climb,
no one remembers that pull of gravity,
or the magnetic force, that drew you
toward the light, and deemed you to be exquisite.
Who then shined the light on your exquisites and said?
“If you got it, I spot it’’.
‘’Now the world is at your feet,
and calls out your name…
You know not who connected you,
plugged you in and said shine on’’.
With or without me...''Shine on’’…
No one remembers the bridge,nor the water or the vessel,
no one remembers the catalyst…but the truly grateful.
The grateful realizes how they got where they are…
The others, well they know…
incidentally they seek out all of
your haters,not by coincidence.
In the end you watch them turn on each other…
As they wear a mark of shame,
plagiarism, disloyalty, and conceit.
The lesson is ‘’everyone can’t see you;
Yet, they really want to be you’’.
Never mix nor mingle with your Catalysis’ enemies,
your catalyst has a natural enthusiasm, or energy
about you that causes others to want be in your shoes.
The bridge, the magnet, the ladder, all matter.
There is always someone who can get you to the next level;
Yet, will have expectations and outcomes that will
not be in your own interest.
Like when the novelty is gone, when the thrill is gone,
they will leave you devalued, like you never were.
Because they never really knew your worth;Or your name!
‘’A true catalyst knows what the eyes speak.
And what the heart holds’’.
when the slope of our lives
tilted downwards in agony
suspended in hopeless dreams
and fortunate resilience
we eloped together
scraped traces of a future
from the debris of sorrow
and took off into the light
gathered the moon
spooned together and joined
our remains at hip mind and soul
a stellar spectacle
unveiled eclipses for what they were
shadows of rays to caress
contours for illustration
mosaic patchwork pastels and sepia
free flowing disinhibition
personified artwork in progress
your ruby lips and southern complexion
the aura and irresistible smile
mesmerizing pushing and pulling
guide the compass and magnetic embrace
memories and compassion grace our passage
and imprint the joy of daring adventure
for when one did not take to the road
on a lesser travelled path one never knew
what one would miss on the journey
not a day has passed since we absconded
from past terrors misery and surrender
without essence gratitude and elation
because a kiss of life’s beauty
breathed love kindness and compassion
into a seed bed of meaning
companionship hot coupling
holding each other firm on the soil
at which roots and wings grew
from the moment we escaped
09th September 2021
Funom Makama
A poem written to your spouse ...
He is the only magnetic I know that heals my wounds
the only Server I recognize as my very own Samaritan
He is the light of my life and the glow of my rare Hope
my go to Man, my Savior who died a thousand deaths
for the sake of all His children, young and old...
J JESUS BE MY LIGHT
E EACH AND EVERY DAY
S SAVE ME WITH YOUR GRACE
U UNITE US WITH YOUR LOVE
S SACRED ONE
He is the sun that warms me by day
the moon that blankets my weary nights
He is an invisible life force born of woman
the one that loved us without hate or sin.
brushed by the blushing Fontainebleau,
blooming with rainless foliage,
like a poem kissed by the green…
I sigh as thoughts wander
in saffron silence,
in the echoing warmth
of your breathing silhouette...
we are beyond wraiths of wildflowers,
waltzing through the wilderness,
sipping honeyed drops of sunlight,
whilst specks of citrine
soar above olives~
merging in mystical mists of magnetic gold,
oblivious to the spectral leaves
thriving within inner forests,
veiling the vindictive vines
painted with ice-corpse colors of life.
O time, cloaked in cryptic clouds~
in a world that cares not for the forgotten,
let the fields of fervent petals
dress the untouched trees
with butterfly-blue blurs,
as peace is more than a mere noun,
nestled between framed figs…
and to heal is to heed the harmonized~
hymns mirroring soft springs of Eden,
where l o v e is an aesthetic array
ribboned with amorous emeralds~
scattered across meadows
lost in redolent reveries.
I speak to the breeze,
cradling the balmy boulevard
in hushed tones~
to unfreeze the wintry thistles,
to untangle complex chords of woes
piercing the pained canvas
aching within my mind..
for in the layered heart
of external pleasures,
there I’ve found the palette~
that homes not regrets and troubles
but elevates the m a g i c
of sketched solace…
the verdant of swirling hope
fine-tuned strokes of sage~
sun-soaked distraction,
a memory of soulmates
tied
to the timeless roots
infused with trust ...
Was professor of astronomy, ah those heady days
Studied fields in cosmology, including solar rays
Observed galaxies all my life, seeking exotic events
Ironically happens now, as my death’s dispensed
By dour hospice window, seeds a suffusion of light
Not dazzling, quite fuzzy, discernibly white
Shallow luminosity, enters my departing room
‘Twas pitch black this night, no forecast moon’
Growing in intensity, colours turn purple green
Must be an invasion, of extraterrestrial aliens
Hope they finish me fast, this final stage is slow
Then the fireworks start, whole world’s set aglow
Heaven’s have ruptured, no raindrops seen
Cataclysmic silent eruption, yet everywhere serene
It’s not possible, unconscionable, too far south
Only a gamma ray burst, could bring this about
A possible hypernova, just light years away
Hits Earth’s magnetic field, in a mega-aurora display
Iridescent photons, avalanche over me
My teardrops fluoresce, through the apertures of agony
Hypnotic warmth, released from cold light
My woes are assuaged, God this feels so nice
Semiconscious state, accruing spiritual bliss
“So this is how life ends, amid ethereal fine mist.”
Nurses are praying, down on their knees
Speaking foreign languages, at wonderment they see
Some fear the apocalypse, whilst others run about
I hum Cohen’s Hallelujah, but these words spill out
#O come purge my mind, cover woes
Give back the life, that I forgo
Help me bear this weight, won’t ya
Blind darkness, annihilate fate
Finish suffering, show your face
Unleash the love, they call Gods grace!
#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#
Pyrotechnics are over, now quiescently asleep
Drowning no longer, in pillow soaked weep
Greeting my parents, bereaving my family
As I enter a tunnel, leaving the apertures of agony.
Originally written 02/18/21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
11/06/22
And you walked with me
in drear-nighted February
through the smell of petrol
in the farmer's yard.
Your song is a piece
of global clay
and clay grows wild
magnetic Gael roses.
The splendour of colour in this life
is as rare as holding a symphony
midst the siren's wail
and shockheaded metal violence.
Light of my eye
hazel and sallow flower
You were imprisoned by a bit part
in history--
granted a proletarian choice
by dawn gryphons--
denounced what you loved
with dignity.
Victims and riots
in so many parts--
Peace may yet be possible
in this moment,
as you lead me up the creaking stairs,
gently by the hand.
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My literary collection, it does increase;
I love to read my library of books;
a collection that I’ll never cease,
to enjoy in my safe, reading nook.
Such wonders of places, oh so fare;
I revel in their masterful stories.
Sitting in my favorite chair,
my heart sings of heroic glories.
Though, yesterday, I chose a book;
to go with my glass of chardonnay.
I sat down in my reading nook
and turned a strangely, dusty page.
The dust, opaque powder, lay upon
the first few pages of my volume;
as dust on the hoof of a fawn
that has yet, to be groomed.
Strange was the feel as I brushed
light, ethereal, velvety;
near magnetic to the touch
engulfed me with static energy.
No other thought, did I give
but read my chapters, eagerly.
That dust from some mysterious sieve;
what put it there, I would soon see.
As I awoke from a coughing choke
and went down stairs for a drink;
what I saw must be a joke,
I had to double blink.
What I saw through the library door;
something moved, perhaps a light, I think.
It was reading on the floor;
it’s hair, a golden pink!
It couldn’t be, no sir’ee,
they simply don’t exist;
but, there it was a bloom’in faerie;
surrounded by a dusty mist.