Long Realities Poems
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Johre
White Light
penetrates Gaia
she opens Her lava
oozes the Violet Flame
fountains of Sophi-El spring
containing silver fish
we eat them Not
Johre reward >>
Integration =
Sati
masculine feminine
figure of eight moves
awareness defines steps
opposites magnetise eyes
east loves west north adores south
within square is rectangle mouthed
circles sliding across smoothly flow
overlapping voids birth material power
Sati reward >>
Peace =
Shanti
all is One
under Galactic Sun
spiral in seasons graceful tall
points on all timelines timeously fall
dimensional realities to magically merge
human to superhuman, AI to sentient aides
angels to archangels winking in delightful blinks
Shanti reward >>
Power =
Chokoray
next~~~~~~~~~~~~instalment >>>wait
Courts oblivious, on blissful high,
Poor plaintiffs on a long wait die,
The system still stays put
On same age-old input,
Mothballed, the pending cases lie.
Perfection, a vague search,
Totter in wobbly lurch,
Load of cases on deathbed lie,
The price paid for delays sky-high.
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Happenings |11.05.2023| justice
Poet’s note: Research reveals that some of the oldest cases are pending for over 60 years, almost a lifetime of an average plaintiff. One might feel, a less than perfect justice is better than the perfect one that takes such a long time. A limerick here tends to lament the pathetic realities. One may note: to bring home its point a limerick tends to exaggerate and so need not be taken on the face value. This is the fourth in the series: Your slip is showing, Milord.
I know nothing of war.
It doesn't reside with me.
I just know there's a knock
on the door,
a pull on the arm,
a sense of rightness,
or something like that,
which some answer to.
That, I can see.
But I don't have to, you know.
I'm just a girl. Hard work
is an optional reality.
That's what they tell me.
But I see something
like a forked path.
On the left, roses scattered,
scent sweet, air mostly clear
with a few rare storms that quickly pass.
And on the right,
only fog. Gray and thick.
A jungle in the clouds.
My battle is this you see.
I crave adventure too.
So I make wars with myself,
I plant the weeds
to obstruct the path.
Maybe I just love climbing things.
Easy is boring,
I know you can see that.
So here we are,
with the aftertaste of something
we can BOTH understand.
The question is, can you see me
holding all the things I've kept hidden
in my open hand?
Can I trace the shape
of those realities
that corrupt the half of you
that's different?
Can you deal with me being a criminal too?
See, it's gotten me,
and they've gotten you.
But if it's what you want,
and it's what I need,
then I'll look for you
somewhere in the middle.
where you and I are ALMOST the same.
And who is artist?
I was told before, dollar for painting
(a hundred for creation)
I don't believe that anymore
(never really did)
We are the architects, playing to the open field of the underworld to realities
(an artist with an 'e')
thick conglomerates of sticky color for fingertips
assimilations of rarities in a crown of words
(and I wear it every day)
I walk with a liquid transcription in my mind, and a step before another
planned to exist.
It's the attraction to memory-movement-making
Paste against palette, mouth against ambiance
a sensuality, that goes beyond knowing
and enters the realm of divine.
We are what we are- and what we are is
liquid- little tapers of movement,
beautiful movement.
Even the naked, aspiring snakes of Adam and Eve
begins here.
And who is artist?
I promise you this
They'll never pay you to enough to know.
Propelling the will to strive soaring high
Midst inspiring words for celestial fly
Poetry springing from the depth of heart
Enlivens hope against worthlessness’ sigh.
Exposing realities of word-paint
Verily presenting truth without taint
Bringing enlightenment glow to the mind
Advocacy poems stir up with “Don’t faint.”
Creating vivid scenes for soul-delight
Indeed exuding bliss of love so bright
Uplifting poems hoist kindness to reach out
With friendship-warmth kindling fellowship light.
Midst liberty bursting out bounty-gain
Proclaiming serenely, “The Lord does reign”
Divinely exalting poems prop worship*
Beautifying life against woe and pain.
Along free verse or rhyme’s melodic flow
Driving toward spiritual go and grow
Gratitude poems expose faith in action
Praising God to radiate prayer glow.
*Psalm 95:6 O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.”
November 29, 2022
4th place, "Poetry is a life-cherishing force" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 12/1/2022.
Arti.fictional iD
" identify "
it's a part that tickles
on the inside
" nine "
materials merging
to form one mind
a dangerous game
well worth the ride
a serpent
bares her eyes...
chaotic straightaway
wings without a butterfly
and the matter... is choice
dark formations
in a singular voice
sights to be seen
and the vanishing
happens
where last you've been
" realities "
revolve to solve
" a paradox "
an elusive equation
leads manifestation
and a possible collision
in degrees of separation
" nothing is mad "
if a matter of inclusion
"...the Core Matters..." are at hand
1 Corinthians 13 on
Love
1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a ringing gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have absolute faith so as to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and exult in the surrender of my body,a but have not love, I gain nothing.
4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no account of wrongs. 6Love takes no pleasure in evil, but rejoices in the truth. 7It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be restrained; where there is knowledge, it will be dismissed. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when the perfect comes, the partial passes away.
11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I set aside childish ways. 12Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is love.
Hebrews 13:1
13 Keep on loving one another as brothers and sisters.
He let her walk on out the door
He couldn’t say, “I’m sorry”, any more
Tears were still wet on the pillow case
He watched her go with a solemn face
Seems he always had to apologize
Even when the untruths were her lies
Finally he came to realize
She was the only one needing alibis
She always made him feel like he did wrong
He fell in step with that dance and song
And with her lies she strung him along
Thinking he was weak and she was strong
Finally he woke up to the realities
He was not to blame for her infidelities
It was time for him to take a stand
He didn’t need her to be prove he’s a man
He let her walk on out the door
He couldn’t say, “I’m sorry”, any more
The only one he needed to apologize to
Was to he himself and no longer you
The night before the eve,
Of a New Year that's overdue.
Where tomorrow's celebration hastens,
A sole reminder to define virtue.
This move to a current season,
Can be a fresh start for some.
While yesterday's baggage is still carried,
Unpacked quickly, to the present asylum.
No matter how much one seeks renewal,
Prior seeds must be remembered and used.
Since our prior journeys have left their footprints,
Casting imperfections to be abused.
As long as change is chosen and resolute,
A constant memory must be tethered to the past.
Because if we forget the realities and hardships,
We'll underwrite tomorrow to a short-term, not to last.
It's not only critical, but also fundamental,
That we don't tire through all the prior events.
Since the volume of noise can often deafen,
Those listening and fatigued by malcontents.
If we see change with this passage of time,
Then reason stands freely to confess.
Where admissions of our regretful behavior,
May relieve the burdens that reduce and depress.
So pay attention, stay alert and focused,
Because another year won't forget the one before.
And when the truth reaches out, to hold and cherish,
Beliefs can be reshapen, while those at fault, can now ignore.
A world of illusions procreates
blinking sustained delusions
existence shivering in probabilities
memories afloat in traces astray
If only I were a meteor
I'd cross those barriers
to merge their essence for you..
Surviving beliefs proclaim strengths
astounding errors of hurled conquests
a seed of faith cocoons itself
in hazy blue dreams
If only I were a blissful rainbow
I'd splash hopeful colours
melting through the breeze for you..
Dark hallucinations evaporate
shrines of intuition exasperate
realities hinder imaginations
locking invisible worlds in mist
If only I were a feather in clouds
I'd wipe the dust of charades
sweeping showers of love for you..
Mortal moments stride along
paranoia of wanderer remains
wondering if forever sustains
a light to caress tender heart
If only I were a pious rivulet
I'd wash away those scars in flow
gleaming reborn leaves for you..
Superfluous battles of anxieties
pointing ancient spears of malady
shattering trust of naivety
masked crowds leading to agony
If only I were a lighthouse
I'd guide your fears in storms
projecting lucid emotions for you..
Sometimes I wonder if I really belong
to a world lost in speculations
If only I were a nurtured moment
If only I were a frivolous feeling
If only I were an eternal story
I'd orchestrate a timeless journey
mesmerizing parallel universes for you..
My love I am just a heart
striving to breathe in reality
scattered along my latent desires
all I am is a scintillating memory
tapping your silence in whispers
to hold you in my arms maybe..
What happened to that little girl?
Whatever happened to that little girl?
The one that was carefree and happy?
It seems as though shes lost.
Swallowed by life and buried by the world.
Forced to grow up way to soon...
Left to fend in this crazy placed called home,
Forced to create a hardened shell
To protect the little she has left of herself.
Shes been broken.
Broken by hard words and harsh realities.
She searches for love under every rock,
Only to get hurt more and to become more fragile.
Life has been so cruel, shes stopped fighting back.
Scared, cold, alone.
Shes so lost...
Damaged and used...
She walks through her days with a blank stare.
She wishes she wasnt there.
Why wont anyone help?
They see her walk away, pretending not to see anything.
Its easier to ignore it than to help.
She lies doelwn everyday and prays to never wake up.
The world is just too hard to take she was once a free spirit.
But now shes broken.
Maybe she will finally be free...
The day she is no longer here to be BROKEN.....