Long Mindful Poems

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Life

Scars won’t heal 
Love can’t solve inner lust with 
a prejudice heart 
Pain can only be solved by 
anomalous feeling 
Happiness won’t last without 
desire for one’s heart 
Sorrow only fills the void with 
unapt options with time 
Lust won’t solve love if love 
isn’t present within the heart 
Death is temporary although lasts 
for eternity 
Passion isn’t love, lust or admiration 
it’s simply exceeding inept truth of 
emotional pain 
Life is eternal without love,lust passion or feelings 
Be mindful of your soul 
at all levels of oneself 
Ascertain throughout life with 
all passions gaining upon you 
Stay true loyal and amorous 
towards one soul 
As death draws near sing
ones life bereavement 
Letting your soul omit your self’s 
departure with grace 
Sing your death song and 
be forever gone
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Kicking over the Traces

blinkered by formal training  
counting bright abacus beads of syllables  
mindful not to step on cracks—  
rhythm is everything 

     the audience  c h e e r s !!!  
   the runner-up jeers— 
maybe next time the nexus of …


the bows and brasses displayed
     along with my bruises
         an abacus of pearls 
c.a.s.t  
      on  
        w a t e r
                  that drowns out the h-o-o-f-b-e-a-t-s  of 
a  P O U N D I N G  heart


a trace of desire

slated at the font

of knowledge


concurrent with my past  
       laurels  
              I bow to your discerning palate—  
                    you clap for
 REPETITION

repetition

r e p e t i t i o n

but I do not rest  
unlike Keats  
        my NAME  
               is not  
                   writ in  
                              w  a  t  e  r …
Form: Other

Premium Member Sensitive Ears

Our mouths at times have quite a bad habit
Getting us in a whole bunch of do-do
Forgetting that sensitive ears can sometimes
Unintentionally be hurt, so true

We must always be cognisant of other's feelings
Those things that make people hurt
Insensitivity can lead to misunderstanding
Making others your friendship to avert

Our hearts are really quite delicate at times
We must always be mindful of this
When in doubt we best say nothing at all
Being hurtful is never our wish

Not only will someone feel more at ease
What I've realized over the years
You'll also feel more at peace with yourself
Not bruising someone's sensitive ears

  

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Cosmic Crack

Tao of the Cosmic Crack
flowing rivered crotch
between Great White Father's polarizing
zero-sum soiled soul
And silently suppressed
Black Hole 
non-zero curious potential 
double-circling integrity
of spacious firm
and resonant flowing
pregnant possibilities

Win/win bicameral
dipolar co-arising
deep rooted
and wide crown branching
karmic mountain/valley 
convex/concave co-passions

Coinvested
in ecopolitical cooperatives
of sacred spirit holes empowering
Nature's polarities 
enlightening SunFather
full-powering EarthMother's 
most brilliant balancing beauty
rays
and skies
and eyes

For dusky starlit nights
restoring conjugal peace,
mindbodied justice

Now ecocidally sad remembering
what EarthGoddess Grace
has brought Yang/Yin together
appositionally mindful

No privileged StraightWhitePatriarchal Corporation
made of predatively weaponized colonization
could defy RedBlooded AnthroHealth 
and deft green EarthMother SafeWealth

Double convex/concave-binary 
1/0 mind/body
peak sacred experiential 
private/public peaking 
Creator/ReCreation
speaking and non-speaking parts

Divide
separate
cracks

Loving Pole/Hole prime removing
active bipartisan infestments
inviting cosmic sparks,
healthcare roles,
in-between 1 win/lose 
fractured salvation universe
and 0 win/win 
unitarian positions
systems
structures

MonoTheistic patriarchal
and PanEnTheistic matriarchal
co-religions
spiritually concave 
dark holy
dawning naturally convex light
reflecting body mindful heat

Curiously depolarizing 
complex cosmic gay
enlightening
liberating FatherSun

Thereby empowering dark and dusky 
EarthMother volcanic wholarity
erupting great and fulsome BlackHole
fertile cosmic cracks,
co-empathic sacred health
of Gaia's bipartisan passions.

Premium Member A Dedicated Verse To Curtis Moorman---In Writing His Praise Write On

A dedicated verse to CURTIS  MOORMAN---IN WRITING HIS PRAISE WRITE ON

O’ beautiful humanity
Fellow brothers of iniquities, yet saved graciously
Write on, write on
Rolling heaven clouds, soar
Let not hands and fingers never still
Be alive continue to write peace be still
Keep mindful of God’s quills
Remember thought
Redeeming times be witness will
Pen in hand
Hand on keyboard
Write on, write on
Share those the words from co-creator God
He whom gives to us one and all
Freedom surely becksNcalls
Write on, write on
Rest not the testimony
Your testimony for the peoples
Raise high your hands write those pieces
Of letters stern ever firm full of grace places smiles on faces
Reprove, be moved by love not choice
Write on, write those encouraging verse
Be loud, be Godly proud
Write a verse, nev’er stop
Even least one in good times or bad
Write on whether happy or sad
If the gift you choose God given you
 You won’t use
Use it before you lose it mankind needs you
Let not the wind still
In writings always praise, praise
Praise, praise, praise, praise, praise
HIM
Write ON, Write On,
 Write ON







1/6/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©


Premium Member Who Am I

              Now, I feel sad.
        Usually, I am OK.
      It's mainly because of this back problem - 
        which can isolate me.
  Sometimes, my personality keeps me apart.
  I'm afraid of old age, pain, and isolation.
    I cannot help but to get old,
  but there are things I can do to stay connected.

              First and foremost,
        I must take good care of myself,
      but I must accept that time takes its toll - 
        ...and there is something else.
  I can be mindful of how I communicate,
  like sharing positive messages more freely,
    being more open and honest, 
  and yet keeping negativity to myself.
Form: Verse

Premium Member A Prayer To God the Father

When beset with daily troubles,
that I cannot understand.
I will lift my eyes toward Jesus,
I'll clutch His nail scarred hand.

For it's your son and I love him,
He is with me every day.
Always watching, always listening,
guiding me Lord lest I stray.

My prayer is to be a witness Lord,
to those not serving you.
While eagerly doing and pursuing,
little things you'd have me do.

Not for worldly fame or glory,
for I know they will not last.
But in memory of the Christ child,
come to earth to cleanse our past.

So as this year quickly leaves us,
and You a new one usher in.
May my thoughts be ever mindful,
of all the things that might have been.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member In the bardo

With no agenda in our shelf,
having become the witness self,
our gentle touch and mindful eye,
allows life to flow by itself.

There yet are moments when we sigh,
since thought tempests take time to die
but for the most part, we are still
and in the vast void, wingless fly.

We sense in heart, bliss nectar spill
and drink greedily to our fill,
which is of course to steady mind,
surrendering to God our will.

Thoughts slow down and we become kind,
our head and heart, with love aligned
and as we slowly vaporise,
fears and desires no longer bind.

This oh monk, is the way we rise,
ceasing to weigh, measure or size,
merging soul with the all-that-is,
feeling each heartbeat in surprise.
Form: Rubaiyat

Leave Taking

Leave Taking
by Michael R. Burch 
 
Brilliant leaves abandon battered limbs
to waltz upon ecstatic winds
until they die.
 
But the barren and embittered trees,
lament the frolic of the leaves
and curse the bleak November sky . . .
 
Now, as I watch the leaves' high flight
before the fading autumn light,
I think that, perhaps, at last I may
have learned what it means to say—
goodbye.
 
Published by There is Something in the Autumn (anthology), Mindful of Poetry, The Lyric

I wrote this poem around age 14 or 15, imagining what it would be like to grow up and say goodbye to one’s children!
Form: Verse

Premium Member Metaphysical Therapies

Religious,
and perhaps all pedagogical traditions,
are variations on a creation story theme,
both rooted in, and feeding on, multicultural evidence
of faith in polyculturally expanding
mental-crown/physical-root
therapeutic resonant wealth/resilient health-integrity 

Fruit of Holy Spirit/Nature co-arising love/life outcomes,
actively loving trusted truths 
with peak experienced sacred beauty,
and or diverse 
more monotheistic Truth v polytheistic Beauty
fundamentally monoculturing,
monopolistic,
colonizing
abusive and neglectful
demonically dispirited
dissociative ideation,
irreligious actively distrusting trauma,
unnatural,
dis-organically disorganizing
rabidly anti-womanist
homophobic
racist
and anti-spiritual idolatries.

Metaphysics,
religious and scientific and aesthetically woven creation stories,
are bicamerally reconnecting
mindful trust and sacred body beauty
of humane EarthMother 
indigenously polytheistic faith
in FatherSun+EarthMother 
prime enlightening+empowering
ego/ecosystemic 
inhaling/exhaling
informing/exflowing
positive wealth/health co-relationship.

Faith evolves an external landscape cultural projection
of an internal co-empathic landscape 
empowering neurosystemic inclusivity
and economically ecological
re-connecting
co-arising peak inter-religioning gratitude,
and degenerative dissonance therefrom.


Gratitude
is a Basic Trust
aptic-empathic response
formed through the experiential praxis of agapic love,
tribal integrity,
RNA/DNA synergy;
the Holy holistic gestalt
of becoming ReGenerate Issue-Identity Awareness;
original intent of deeply enlightened co-gravity's bicameral listening
for healthy WinWin self-identity nutritional opportunities
with diminishing LoseLose risks through decomposition of WinLose networks,
internal and external.

Sociopathology:
My problem is that I am not the center of my universe.

Sociotherapy:
My solution is to perma-multi culturally reintegrate
within our shared universal (0)-soul center,
each moment,
each thought within time,
each relationship between times,
each resonantly resolving development 
of EarthTribe's ecologically unfolding time.

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