Long Observing Poems
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I miss you both
Your guidance being my oath
It seems like yesterday
You both went yonder far
Beyond my eyes
Up in Heaven having a look down
Your words through your wisdom
Wise and true
You would say today, Grandson you are doing what we advised and that’s pursue
You would be proud
Sometimes when I get into a struggle, I feel your whispers in what I should do
I feel your friendly breezes from outside
Your warmth on the inside
Your disciple being harsh and firm
Life’s preparation I needed to learn
Hard knocks from your experiences
Grandma and Grandpa truly knew
It was life to go through and making break throughs
My tears often fall in reflection
But never forget your lesson
You taught me how too preserver
Overcoming all the fear
I see greatness in the skies
I know you both are observing in watchful eyes
Inspiration you gave me
Being my very best
Always being in my corner
Tomorrows that became
Appreciative in take aim
Remembering you both now and forever
Thank you in the natural and the spirit
Love you both
Heart to Heart
Your Grandson to cherish
Until into the atmosphere
Your Grandson
Morning
The doctor called the next man in
And offered him a chair
Observing him in silence
As he wrestled with despair.
A minute passed before they spoke
And when he raised his head
With tearful eyes he whispered that
He wished that he was dead.
"Those tides wave back and beckon me
When I walk along the sand.
I gave up life at sea and now
I’m all at sea on land.
I used to be a real man
And was never mocked before.
I hide each day inside my shell.
With no 'porpoise' anymore.
Rules of logic don’t exist
In the world I live in now.
I really want to help myself
But sadly don’t know how.
I planned to study back at school
But admit I didn’t go.
Schools of whales and schools of fish
Are the only schools I know."
The doctor was the best in town
And knew her patient well.
She agreed to medication
And support throughout his hell.
She also gazed towards the stars
To muster up some hope
And helped him try to help himself
In ways that he might cope.
Noon
The man returned to clinic
Sounding cheerful as he said:
“Thank you I'm much better
You have helped me clear my head!
Your input worked! I’m feeling well!
I'm off to sea tonight!”
The doctor sat back in her chair
As things did not feel right..
Night
He watched the lobsters from the sea
Dance on the croquet green
Then came around in hospital
From what felt like a dream.
Later That Night
Half-awake and half asleep
With the doctor near his side
He learnt he’d tried to end it all
And very nearly died.
"A nurse agreed to follow you
And then pulled you from the sea.
He was acting on instructions
From a plan set down by me.
Your cheeriness was rooted
In your plans to take your life;
I sensed this during clinic
As your doctor - and ex-wife."
We become empty and void like vast space,
aided by bliss mists that suffuse our form
and there remain no tests, we need to ace,
as we’re cradled by divine currents warm.
Mind-body a vessel, in which dwells soul,
which first descends, before upward ascent
but to fulfil thus its ordained life role,
it must first and foremost, grant love consent.
Opposites dissolve when love’s manifest
and cravings of lower mind too recede,
whereupon we breeze through life in light jest,
allowing bliss beat pulsations to lead.
Flame of innocence in our heart aglow,
breath by breath we rise, in staid stillness slow.
Breath by breath we rise, in staid stillness slow,
witnessed by presence, with a tranquil eye,
as shedding resistance we gently flow,
observing false ego wither and die.
We alone witness our transmutation,
near and dear ones remaining unaware
of our soul’s divine entwined flirtation
and though we wish to share, no one can pair.
Our stance is stillness, in silence we burn,
feeling hidden nodes within come alive
and truths transcending mind, in time we learn,
as deeper and deeper in bliss we dive.
We write on, although we cannot translate,
sublime bliss rapture that does not abate.
Sublime bliss rapture that does not abate,
reverberates within by day and night,
asking but of us to keep our heart chaste,
whilst teleporting us to zenith height.
Synced with vibrations of the universe,
delighting in each offered sensation,
essence of presence sings a joyous verse,
as our spontaneous meditation.
Illumined within, is our central vein,
being both immanent and transcendent,
at the centre of which, heart free from stain,
radiates our inner light resplendent.
With no goals to chase nor puzzles to lace,
we become empty and void like vast space.
Life is a saga of suffering
Selfishness stings
Harsh words hurt
Past pains pounds
Mind is miserable
Thoughts torment
Tears take a toll on you
Peace is lost
But life must be lead
Tasks to be finished
Crying hampers health,
How to be happy?
I finally found a simple solution
Complete concentration
At the task in front
Mind and senses at the moment
Observing, feeling, enjoying
No thoughts, no pain
Calmness, joy and bliss
Past is dead like previous births
Future an illusion
This moment in front
Waiting to be lived, enjoyed
To allow it to slip away in thoughts
Stupidity
Serving no purpose
A wonderful world waiting to be enjoyed
Enjoying it by living every moment fully
Permeates peace
Promotes joy.
18.05.2021
For What Brings You Peace by Chantelle Anne Cooke
1st place
The rain speaks softly of forgotten dreams.
Those grand plans that are quietly put away.
People become busy waiting for their ship to come in.
The time passes like greased lightning, and still no ship.
Did we waste our time, waiting for something better?
Maybe we killed a little bit more time than we meant to.
What of all the hours observing the ethereal beauty here?
The draping of the sunset, the early drama of the dawn.
Wildflowers in a meadow, the silence of the high desert.
We never found our fortune, yet we changed the world.
A world lived in that ten miles from where you were born.
Yes, and we too are changed, for each day we live anew.
Until we stand as giants in the measure of what we know.
This is the mind set of the brave, and of those who are free.
For many are the lives that fought for our liberty, dear souls.
let us revere the hero's who died that we might have more.
That we might prove a single person can change the world.
Once I looked up and the stars said, "soon you too will shine!"
As Leaves of papered gold fall from the trees of autumn.
A great spirit dreams of children, falling softly to the earth!
date: 1/12/2019
I could not believe it, as I stood on a road, so high,
Ten thousand feet above the sea level and felt to fly;
Thin roads, like jet plane traces, converged, into an uphill -
‘Gravity Defying Hill Ladakh’, known for acute chill...!
The story, I heard of the magnetic hill, was, unique,
Its magnetic force pulls cars upwards, eye-witnesses speak;
I stood speechless as the driver stopped his car, yet, it moved,
When vehicles drove, like ghosts, engineless, the truth was proved...!
There was a mystic path, Once upon a time, the myths say,
Men and women lived blamelessly, and reached heaven this way;
I stood, wonderstruck, and experimented with each grass blade,
Wonders flew in each molecule as though the heavens swayed...!
Observing each moving automobile, I stood breathless,
The magnetic hill stood solemn and serene, as deathless;
Each small leaf, laced with graces of frost, waved in victory,
Each nucleus of dust, therein, seemed benedictory...!
I adore the wonders of the creator in each dust,
Thinking, hearing, and witnessing, in him I ever trust;
Each creature of nature, indeed, is divinity filled,
In breathlessness stand each creature, physique-psyche core thrilled...!
27 January 2023
Tracking The Extraterrestrials Amongst Us
?
In shadows cast by stars above,
A nation's watchful gaze has found.
In covert ways, they seek to prove
The beings from beyond our kind.
Eyes keen, they trace celestial flight,
Through networks vast, their sights aligned.
Government's grip, both day and night,
Tracks beings wondrous and refined.
With satellites, they map the skies,
Piercing depths where secrets hide.
Codes decrypted, veils revised,
To trace the otherworldly race and kind.
Agents blend, in crowds they roam,
Observing signs beyond our sight.
Unseen hands guide, decode the tome,
Revealing truth, with cosmic might.
Their radars sweep, their sensors sniff,
Tracking traces left unseen.
For aliens amongst us, they'll sift,
Silent guardians, their vigil keen.
But veiled in words, this knowledge lies,
Hushed truths, unknown to most.
For they hide, beneath the bluest skies,
Their secrets kept, by the curious host.
Who makes me think what I think?
Was I born to judge the folly
of others with a satire?
Seeing their imperfections,
pitying their endless misery,
offers me that chance
to compare theirs with mine,
but rolling the dice is unfair.
Who makes me think what I think?
Are compassionate words put into me,
to gush forth as a lively brook in spring...
refreshing my stale enthusiasm,
rejecting foolishnes to let it wisdom in,
accepting changes with a new mind and will?
Who makes me think what I think?
Are these ideas and emotions daily learned by observing
human actions leading to life or death?
But very few are defined by compassion, others have
that deep hatred in them refusing to end it...
being a witness makes one aware of those differences!
1.
observing the ardent eagerness of the wind
it is clearly understood
that nascent pollens are overflowing
the niche of her heart
in response to the signals of the river
she keeps on ringing
all long the month of earth-quakes
the bench of the rail-station
wants to hug her
the medicine-counter of the ***-end of the day
beckons her with the hand to come nearer
in the assembly-hall for musical demonstration
adorned with ash-trays
going on the rehearsal of her dancing and singing
she also distributes some life
to the meticulous dressing
of the magnolia
2.
let the swimming pool be fully absorbed
with its dark-room
when the feather of your fore-finger
becomes green
the merchant of venice
will leave his business of photo-coping machine
to start walking directly
in search of new earnings
evening sets in
on the boiler of the delta
putting on yellow-dress comes
the water-vessel of the paper-balloon
there is no singing bird
shivering with cold
in the fold of the dear bed-sheet
it is possible that the boldness of the metro-railway
may give some wood of tamarisk
on the expanded palms
yet oh the western page of night
do tell today
why so much tamed polythene
are here in our cohabitation
3.
after so many days
published in the wind
painted in wings
the recent heart’s desire
of the doors and windows
they have rolled up their fairy-tales
from the ignorant drawing-room that wanted
to set her mind to the hill slanting downward
they did not want to know
how much rheumatism is there
in the hands and legs of the bark
to whom is delegated
the control of the mason-made bus-journey
sleep hugs the eye-lids of the rivers
though there is no postage-stamp
within the reaching-point
then what magic is there
in the hill slanting downward
why the wall does not learn
how to swim like a fish
truly it is he from whom
those negligible moments of man-ism
itch for blue candle-stand
Embrace peace is the way
Stop, listen , help the broken hearts!
God’s there ready to answer you
Cry out ~ Cry out
Its ok, to scream and shout
Get the freedom you deserve
Smash every chain
Strongly round your heart today
I did it for my heart
Its great to be free, as a bird in flight
Soaring above the clouds
Observing the beauty, the peace
Healing of deep wounds
It did hurt ~knocked me down
But, never ~ knocked out
Let faith arise , set us free together
Free to be me
Free to be you
I’ve turned up my music
It chills and inspires me today
A day of writing for me
It shall be ~