Long Realization Poems
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When you broke me
I never expected to be fixed
Many felt I was beyond repair
I was tossed upon a heap of lonely souls
Drifting out to sea
Discarded
Forgotten
Silent amidst my hollow dreams
Still I was set free
Free from you
For once able to breath
A hand held out lifted me up
A new world was revealed
Substance
Hope
Friendship
Realization of what life could be
Confidence in a new reality
Someone could see the value of me
No longer lost
Heading towards hope
Elevated to the stars
Dreams no longer out of reach
I am not broken any more
Your predictions did not come true
I thank God he helped me
I'm living a life
far beyond the restraints of you
I listened to those lies spoken in my ear
Felt each word pierce my broken heart
Still some echos remain
But they are drowned by a stronger voice
And so I have learned to believe
My soul is refreshed and relieved
Part of me wishes that you could see
Sadly I know
You will never see the restored essence of me
” Through the grace of God alone, the desire for nonduality arises in wise men to save them from great fear.”
{Nonduality - monistic Consciousness, in which the knower, knowledge, and knowable - soul and God - become one; the highest realization of Divinity.
Fear - The word "fear" includes also such states of mind as insecurity, despair, and grief, all of which arise from a consciousness of oneself as limited and separate from others and which therefore can be dispelled only by realizing oneself as the All.}
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ignorance is the cause of fear
mistaken that we are body-mind
clinging to objects we hold dear
floundering about as do the blind
freedom within is near at hand
yet to invoke the boons of grace
we must be still to understand
that God holds us in close embrace
He was the kind of guy who overreacted
Frenzied over nothing, played devil’s advocate
And revved up every meeting by poking the bear.
Other employees either loved or hated him.
There were almost no gray feelings about Sam.
He was a hero to those who loved drama.
The workers who felt uncomfortable with heated exchanges,
Tried their best to bow out of meetings if he was attending.
He was the boss’s son, however, and showed up at most of them.
One day social media posted a video of a bear shaking a man
It was funny to people who did not know Sam,
But hysterical to those who do.
Because they would have expected Sam to yell and scream
Run away, and lead the bear on a happy merry chase.
Instead, Sam kept calm. Something he never did in meetings.
This was the turning point for Sam.
He became a hero, and much more quiet at work.
Many said it was his realization that life can be short.
Thus, he decided to not waste another minute poking the bear.
Aesthetic things bestow us lasting satiety.
as time oozes, its beauty only widens
dwindling in a jolt, yet prevailing to arise
a calm haven for us to unwind our soul
the sheen of opalescence is a dream.
I adore you the way cliffs love streams.
savoring soulful waves and breathing bliss,
as the earth basks in the sun's golden glow.
Wanderlust's wild whimsy wanders as a weapon.
There wasn't a single instance.
much before I knew it was you.
a single person who has made a major sync.
the quiet moment when you're in tune with me,
postulating that a bettor is on the way.
I searched high and low for my true love.
in search of the snail shell's sparkles
with a shallow inner happiness wonder
But, as wilted flowers, they faded quickly.
Affection is in the air, the paintbrush is lovely,
You're the bird who agrees to join me on my love flight.
Its powerful wings let it fly afar in the sky.
Not a single day passed with no action.
Before I was apodictic you were my beam,
luminosity washed across my existence.
I was terrified of drowning.
I swam in the warmth of love.
But the horrific lies kept piling up.
It suffocated my genuine desires.
With the wind whispering sweetly,
When will the sun shine again, my love?
Will it spill its molten compassion on both of us?
Why I must face this dark place on my own?
Is my affection for you overwhelming?
Silken grazing artistry and moonlit radiance
spark a desire for vivid colors and brightness.
Invigorated and upbeat feelings are present.
prior to the designer's luscious palette fading
Allow the moments to pass you by as streams.
My feelings for you are eternal.
the veracity of an emotion that is special.
Assuredness, mutuality, and the realization of a wish
I wish to never suffer a day away from you!
Written: January 27, 2023
Upto You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
The Unveiling
Vision
A realization
Heartfelt revelation
Of survival amid isolation
And with the noblest of intention
To defy mortality and attain regeneration
Not every journey reaches its ultimate destination
Still one sigh respired diffuses throughout all of creation
Tenderly awaken a dormant realm of reincarnation
Distant voices chant hymns in unison
Resuscitating desiccated carnation
Such a magical rejuvenation
Of cosmic proportion
Sanctification
Affirmation
Union
Penned: 03/28/2022
4:12 a.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Hindered by the depth and breadth of winter
Cliffs dangle just outside the bungalow
With clear icicle mysteries remote
Hanging over shingles for dear life
Inside, imprisoned safe and sound
The hunter counts his rounds of ammunition
Riffle nestled useless by the common fire side
No chasing prey this season
Sleep takes its place
Why shoot the snow without a reason
It would only blow around and settle somewhere else
Outside the storm brings misery
Three feet of snow to block the door
Wind rattles windows to claw inside
The cabin remains remote, imprisoned
Embedded in the snow
More inches rise with no where else to hide
But down on frozen lakes on powder blue
Cold holds on to banks of solid earth
All those inches piled high for what
Filling up the landscape with so much white
Pines cling on to memory of ice below the tundra line
Like all good trees they freeze but never die
Over sleeping keeps the bears in dens
No need for hunting them
It would only mean their end
The realization of how quickly drifts can rise
Accumulations conspired by cruel natures wrath
Shear numbers of snow flakes conspire
Wind and sky hold up the nights good-bye
Now stuck inside the simple shelter fixed
Winter bound, oats are hunters sustenance, companion
Along with tea and lemon, honey makes the best of company
Will see him through to doomsday, till things turn about
Closed in on times advances
A captive audience of one
Now waits in winter wonder
On snowy mountain counting down the hours
Some things in life we face with gratification and anticipation,
Tho' other events we eye with trepidation and frustration!
For instance, we look forward to that long-awaited vacation,
But a visitation to the dentist we approach with hesitation!
A preacher pounds the pulpit preaching the merits of salvation.
Alas, his flock anticipates the potluck, ignoring his exhortation!
Most folks strive to live a moral life to avoid eternal damnation,
Hoping to dwell in the Promised Land upon their expiration!
Folks are smitten with admiration for a new administration,
But forsake party affiliation when faced with inflation and taxation!
Dreamy-eyed brides look forward to their wedding celebration,
Tho' grooms may have second thoughts about such an obligation!
New recruits are engrossed with the recruiter's orientation,
But learn all too late that it was just so much obfuscation!
Some desire a military career but soon come to the realization,
That it requires lots of perspiration with paltry compensation!
Workers look forward to retirement after a ho-hum occupation,
To fulfill their aspiration of procrastination and relaxation!
Whether we confront it with exhilaration or abject exasperation,
'Tis a phenomenal phenomenon, this thing called anticipation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The Moby Dick Reunion
One hundred fifty nine years have passed
Since Melville published his novel.
Seven hundred twenty pages in length
Some say it was much too nautical.
All of the characters have gathered.
They’re going to have a reunion.
Rumor has it, they say, that Herman himself
Is making a huge revelation.
Ishmael is the first to arrive,
And it’s he who was telling the story.
That’s only right, in the book he survived,
He deserves to get all the glory.
Fedallah and Moby were next in line,
Just in from the Dr. Phil Show.
Their friendship had grown a lot lately.
The harpooner was psychic you know!
When he and Phil studied the big fishes mind,
They found out his reason for anger.
The fact that he was albino
Had burned in his mind like a canker.
Ahab, it seems, was equally mean,
And caused a lot of his stress.
He’d cornered the whale with harpoon boats,
And offered no way for egress.
Moby’s life has been changed forever.
He’s hitched to a really cute killer.
She’s working part time at Sea World,
Seems they needed a sub for their “killer”.
The pub where they met was named Starbucks,
In honor of the owner.
The first mate was rich as a pirate.
He could even afford to buy toner.
Then through the door entered Ahab,
With a prosthesis and brand new pipe.
He finally learned to be happy,
And enjoyed a simpler life.
With him was Herman Melville,
A screenplay under his arm.
One thousand pages he’d written,
About whalers who lived on a farm?
The crew didn’t give their attention.
By now, they were tanked up on rum.
He said he was going to Hollywood,
And if they were smart they would come.
But Ahab and Moby were sobbing.
Tears falling into their mugs.
After all of their trials they found friendship
In the bottom of a jug.
Herman begged them to go make the movie.
But, their lives were happier now.
They all had families to care for,
And no urge for taking a bow.
It seems that while Melville was groveling,
Pip and Ishmael had stolen the play.
They put it in Queequey’s coffin,
And watched it float slowly away.
That was the end of the reunion.
They all went home that night,
Happy with the realization,
That their lives were all just right!
problems are many
but with the pen my problems are semi
living life one page at a time
trying to stay in a straight line
consider me after you know my problems
with God I’m stronger, and my mind softens
he makes me not a monster
helping me to be somewhat smarter
was south bound straight to a dark place
was going north erasing my mind staying in space
counting the pain in chronological order
defining my bipolar disorder
flip a switch and I see red
unrational fears in my head
pouring my soul to a higher power
time after time my prayers got louder
sometimes crying in mental pain
but my reasons are not in vain
never really showing emotion
because inside I know something is broken
but not all is lost
man if it was not for god my life would be tossed
realization is the key to empowerment
and empowerment is the key to betterment
until I’m gone and over
I remain a soldier
Polar.
Unprecedented this obsessed attention
First a wish, awaken in fantasy’s mansion
Unraveling the beauty of her intention
Over the will of her emotion
Mutating through memory’s streets to future’s attraction
And still, fair is the underlying fascination
Offering her smile, time, and participation
Knowing he was hers by intuition
Obsessed? Yes, but wonder in expectation
Rest now, sweet wishes of sorrowful conclusion
Off he goes, not minding her conviction
Days, months and years passed like ration
Destined however, to be joyful amidst this fixation
Uplifting, as an imitation walks her dream to realization