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We navigate life's stanza's quirky rhyme,
as through obscuring fog we strain to see
two well worn roads on the landscape of time.
One leads through the mist of what's yet to be,
revealing lofty mountains we will climb,
and a grown prince and princess, you and me.
Images, sometimes false and sometimes true,
we discern what will be of me and you.
Another lane shows places we have been,
where airy mem'ries float and waft through trees.
We play the sweet game of remember when,
and in the time it takes to sneeze,
we wish to do it all over again
as reminiscence floats off in the breeze.
Right here, these two paths cross under the sun,
and this grand time is now, my special one.
When we say, ‘I am’, our hand goes to the heart,
signalling it represents seat of our soul,
which drenched in God’s love deems no one as apart.
To open the heart is our very first goal,
without which in truth soul’s life quest cannot start
but the problem is, ego is in control
and so animal instincts as yet prevail,
with thoughts orbiting dark desires that assail.
The heart is all love and love employs no force,
so it’s only by free will that we can choose,
to make our touch gentle and change our life’s course,
heeding voice of conscience, repaying our dues,
atoning in silence and feeling remorse,
praying like a child till love begins to ooze.
Heart is the centre of our chakras seven;
God dwells deep within, so take it as heaven.
Performing at a karaoke place,
he strode to the stage, such a mammal; oh!
That song he sang! Its words I can't erase:
" I want to f*ck you like an animal."
A pervert he and everything that's base,
yet strangely, I was feeling flammable.
He ambled off onto his girlfriend's arms.
I wondered her impression of his charms.
Then later at a concert i would spy
right smack in front of me and my own mate,
the buck against his girlfriend was that guy
behind her pressed.I watched them undulate,
like having sex, but dressed, and they can't wait!
A yearning suddenly came over me.
That night a strange boy was my fantasy.
(Stanza one is Ottava Rima while Stanza 2 is Rhyme Royal.)
True story from one of the few times I attended a long-ago motorcycle rally with hubbie. Posted 4/6/17 John Lawless' GO AHEAD....I DARE YA!!!Contest
How many roses since have come and gone?
he thought as he sat looking at her grave.
How many futures had been staked upon
those brilliant blooms to her he often gave?
What stiff buds like hands in prayer since drawn
in oils on canvas did she seem to crave?
“White angels,” she did sing the day they wed.
Again he placed them here now she was dead,
as he'd done each year upon her birthday.
The emerald garden and granite stones
still looked untouched. The olive trees now swayed
as ever had in June. As white as bones,
statues silent, but proud as gods portrayed,
were yet his marble friends and not undone
by tears. My Angel White was she when wed,
he mused again, his feelings still unsaid.
A thousand memories like ivy spill
over the wall behind his quiet chair.
Such fervent whispers in a windless chill
go through his head of sparse and silver hair.
So many letters from an inkless quill
he wrote alone as though they'd reach her there.
A thousand roses white as angels tread
upon his dreams, keep singing in his head.
But now the car was packed, the house was sold.
Their young sons all were grown and since moved out.
He blurted forth, “My darling, now I'm old.
The boys are grown and all are strong and stout;
I know that you'll be safe within their fold.
I must move, have a life that's now about
the years that I have left. I'll always hold
those times we had as precious as though gold.”
He stood and put the chair into the car.
He cried upon the freeway for some time,
the new life in the desert still afar
from coastal past and reminiscent clime.
A new home that he'd found could be on par
with what he'd now let go. Had come the time
when he must vanquish sacred angels white.
And thus he drove into the coming night.
8/20/17
We all fail in one way or another, and failure
is an essential and painful way to learn...
while searching for that life's treasure;
and if it is never found, rejoice in what you have
by honoring the gifts that were given to us:
to love with an immense desire to be loved,
to be comforted when others turn away and
you can't find a shoulder to lean on!
Why be a perfectionist in all you do? But altruism isn't fair,
and you may miss out on those chances for acquaintances,
look around: people are happy with only significant things:
being heard and surrounded with inseparable friends...
even birds gather on the roofs tops to chat among themselves,
and notice this human misery, not wishing to be us indeed;
and we have more intelligence than them, and are much stronger
and wiser to let unhappiness and envy derange our existence!
I tried all and nothing determined or guaranteed
how successful or gratified I would have been,
if had impersonated the role of perfectionist;
meekness flees from us when we detour,
to shorten the distance and the struggle to get there...
to devise a plan is to start being human to the very core,
detesting the absurd idea of being a perfectionist,
and deviate from the dilemma which devitalizes our energy!
I spoke to a perfectionist who was as sharp
as the expressions he used in his flawless speech,
a well-educated person with an unlimited knowledge:
what I wasn't impressed with...wasn't his worth or ample pride,
or his self-importance and the self-revealing attitude
towards his brilliant personality and self-esteem:
but a lack of perception...to seem so worried about his age;
and seeing my deriding look, he took off his shades and cried!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
"In tranquil silence, let's journey within ~
Following the scent of love, just begin"
~ quote by poet
Having an innate urge to feel contrast,
and noticing heart from head stood apart,
we journeyed thereto, without being asked,
whereupon when we added love to cart,
fears receded and thus whence die was cast,
suffused with bliss mists, soul's God search did start.
This journey without movement beauteous,
took us to heaven's very nucleus.
06-March-2023
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My dearest Mrs., Ms., Mystic, or Miss,
this morning Venus had a special "ask".
She said to make you fall in loving bliss,
for Cupid's ill and not up to the task.
I'm nervous as I'm kind of new at this.
My first question, should I wear a mask?
I guess I am off to a rocky start.
Oh my, how ever will I win your heart?
Poetic angel from our earthly sphere,
I come with a toolkit to enchant you.
I will whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
Three amorous wishes I will grant you.
I'll hold you when you find yourself in fear.
We will dance barefoot under skies of blue.
In my bag, you'll find a twenty-carat ring.
I'll give you that or any other thing.
Hmm, let me see, what do I know of love?
We can walk in the ocean's crashing tide,
hear the gentle coo of a turtle dove,
fly above the clouds on a rainbow slide,
carefree as we view the world from above,
while I serenade you as we take that ride.
I think by now we should be holding hands
if I'm to meet the god of love's demands.
Shall we dine out tonight by candlelight
or gaily pick wildflowers in a field?
Allow imagination to take flight,
so that you will finally softly yield,
and passionately fall in love despite
I'm Cupid's stand-in with no dart to wield.
I've failed to fulfill Venus's orders.
Oh, please don't report me to headquarters.
Is-ness of Being-ness
Feeling the energy loop come alive,
enlivened by a magnetic bliss hum,
to the soundless music divine we jive,
each node within form, our sensorium
as soma nectar flows from our bliss hive,
renewing thus rapture continuum,
as secrets divine hidden in plain sight,
bliss pulsating within by day and night.
Magnetic currents heighten while we sleep,
raising our vibration to zenith height,
thus when the void beckons, we take the leap,
entwining with oneness, to soul’s delight,
even as God’s elixir seeps in deep
bestowing upon us spherical sight,
whereupon we cognise soundless thunder,
beheld by presence in childlike wonder.
24-September-2022
Mesmerized by the fire in his warm eyes
Love played over my soul, softly glowing
Beautiful alive, like glorious skies
Singing wonders to my life, hopes growing
Feelings so perfect I could not disguise
Love so tender. my whole heart was showing
Breaking through the darkness, hushing my fears
Stirring my best dreams, silencing my tears
With him, I could feel my heart skip two beats
Joy echoed the love living inside me
Where I found beauty so full it defeats
Every feeling of despair so I’m free
To be the woman who feels, in heartbeats
Sure that what has come is what’s meant to be
The best of the best, the most joyful kiss
Blended with gentle and filled with sweet bliss
I lost him to the past where he’s buried
Fate would reveal the truth, so heartbreaking
Through so many years, the pain I carried
Awaiting love that would be earthshaking
Felt like he could’ve been who I married
Now, I know it wasn’t love in the making
Sometimes I wonder about this lost love
Alhough I’m sure he wasn’t sent from above
I loved to stargaze on a warm Summer's night,
living in a country village as a boy.
The stars back then appeared amazingly bright,
providing hours of imaginative joy.
A breathtaking, almost spiritual sight,
the kids in cities never got to enjoy.
And to this day, some haven't seen a starry sky,
but I hope that they all will, before they die.
Imagine billions of stars scattered above,
like sparkling diamonds, twinkling in the pitch-black.
Away from the grinding gears of push and shove,
I'd silently listen to Nature's soundtrack.
And observe creation, basking in God's love,
spending hours just staring up, flat on my back.
Feeling connected, as a part of it all,
I'd look up in awe, watching shooting stars fall.