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I stab my aggrivating computer in loathe
Strike me on fire...below the stove
It's still loading...
giving me loads of trash
Throw me in the treshold for crying out loud!
Oh, I have something to mend-- looks like a rash!
I'm swinging upside down; I'm in total doubt!
I relied on my reply!
Look how it repays me--
It purposely deletes my post
I'd rather you except it, you maddening control-freak!
Ah, I really need to hold my tongue...
Computers are absolutely unpredictable (a total distraction I must add!)
Much like math of some sort-- solving a bogus fraction!
PLEASE just post my reply!
I would be greatly appreciated!
Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Watch the teary ferns
Scars on her skin
Carrying wounds engraved
Curse devious grin
And snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom in her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Profuse tears of fern
They observe
Drip on her burn
Numbing pain so perverse
Weeped the clouds
In meloncholic ambience
Silence crept loud
Spotting redemption in defiance
Step out the vines
Adorning her bruises
Wind's penchant to divine's
Yearning, she refuses
Blanket of ferns
Ease her shivers
While the moon upturns
Bogs were her new weavers
Time passed by
Has been watching the sky
Fern decays
Her soul repays
I'm often labeled a fool
for helping my fellow man.
And criticized for being
a loser without a plan.
Folks insist my time’s squandered,
tending to the sick and weak.
Why assist the destitute,
they're best left on the street?
Some suggest I play their game
and adopt their point of view.
For it’s totally crazy
to worry the way I do.
Most say you can't save sinners,
their misery's meant to be.
And when they beg you for coins,
walk-on, as if you don't see.
Why suffer another's pain,
they preach at me night and day?
But Karma repays kindness
and will send some back my way.
(Quatrain)
1/25/2015
We feel within, magnetic heat,
gripping us in meditation
and as rapture within us grows,
false identity falls away,
whence we reclaim our inner light,
here and now, in the waking state.
No doubt at first, fear forms yet bait
but with head bowed low at God’s feet,
we imbibe wisdom, byte by byte,
speeding soul’s acceleration
and now that bliss is here to stay,
third eye pulsates between eyebrows.
Holder of the flame alone knows,
what it feels like at heavens gate,
which once we grant love right of way,
finds us head to toe bliss replete,
feeling one with God’s creation,
awakened to spherical sight.
Love drenched thus by day and by night,
presence repays debts our soul owes,
immersed in endless flirtation
with bliss without a goal to state,
so fellow souls we meet and greet,
treating flow of life as mere play.
For pure of heart, there’s no delay,
in reaching heaven’s zenith height,
for with bliss keeping heart upbeat,
essence of presence freely flows,
being worthy, joyous and chaste,
God alone soul’s aspiration.
Bliss thus forms soul growth foundation,
with mindfulness as our mainstay
and as nodes within us gyrate,
we dwell at all times in delight,
borne by grace God Himself bestows,
ascent from which there’s no retreat.
Pulse of love continues to tweet,
gripping us in blissful repose,
till we see light of Self bright white.
The year half gone, from now on, just enjoy each dawn-
so much has been lost, due to the cost virus tossed.
Just waiting around, then we found life grew confound-
all alone, end unknown, and bad news, still bemoan.
With places closed, transposed are we and are supposed
to get along, remaining quite strong, right or wrong!
We must now accept and adjust though feeling thrust
into sad ways and delays that now build dismays.
Just when will we again, live good days- until then
can't be forlorn by this thorn- enjoy now each morn.
July 25, 2020
Premiere Contest: Keen Observation I
Sponsor: Funom Makama
Rules:
1 original, poem on any theme and of any title, published not
earlier than the 25th of July 2020. This poem MUST follow all
the meters/patterns/sequence you've keenly observed in the
poem below, provided by sponsor:
The way we meet, kiss and greet feels intense but sweet
he paints my town red, softens my bed while I’m fed
each other we give, then we live; so I believe
from my store, he gets more but repays with a sore
when love abound, its sound may cause a turn around
his touch I need, but he wants to breed: Love indeed!
Caesar who consumes the pizza still feels bizarre
Bossy like dad, makes me sad, yet doesn’t feel bad
Blind hen pricked with a pen, wasted years, now at ten
I’ve stopped his drone, I’m so grown, my life now my own.
I’ve known all sorts of people
I’ve said all kinds of things
I’ve disappointed many
Kept them waiting in the wings
I’ve asked myself what benefits a real connection brings
I had a dream about you
We were walking in a store
Felt a strange disorientation
Like we’d both been there before
Some things are just impossible to replicate, for sure
Here’s to new relationships
Down with old regrets
Every day, you clean my soul
Your love repays my debts
Here’s to new relationships
Down with old regrets
Every day, you clean my soul
Your love repays my debts
When I hug you tight,
It’s like my heart is breaking
Love like a rock –
No posturing or faking
This dream can live
After the point of fitful waking
I’m a child and a man
All freshly-birthed and shaking
Reason killed the matador:
The burden of the sport
There’s some proven miracles
Cold logic can’t support
Here’s to new relationships
Down with old regrets
Every day, you clean my soul
Your love repays my debts.
2016
Day and night we toiled but some aims were foiled
by souls who opposed us, thwarting our goal
but we wished all well, since our heart’s unsoiled
and detractors merely play their life role.
Made in His image, we are living light,
yet on earth we burn, since we’re here to learn,
so be it boon or blight, it is alright,
for when we forgive, God’s grace we so earn.
Reptiles in human form create a storm
but in timeless time, they will heed love’s chime,
so we send them pulsations of joy warm,
that divine entwined, they heavenward climb.
Seeds of love sowed, repays our soul’s debts owed,
thus breath by breath bliss in heart is endowed.
Each passing day puts on display
a puzzle piece of jigsaw soul.
Providing parts to add to hearts,
from halfway done to fully whole.
The bygone years are souvenirs,
the trinkets of a time gone by;
though caked with rust, dried blood, and dust,
they stain, then fade, but never die.
The decades roll and ring a toll
for lessons taught but slowly learned.
Experience, with common sense,
shall grow, rebuilding bridges burned.
The wisdom found on weathered ground
repays, with interest, youthful debt.
Each piece a shred, profusely bled,
but, joined as one, a finished set.
God gave my mum best of both worlds
Heaven and hell and that's why since she left,
we her kids are confused for we want to go to heaven
But hellish thoughts keep us from flying
That's why I struggle most days
Because I'm still finding a balance of both worlds
Cause I be trying to do good all the time
But in turn the world repays me with the bad
Sometimes I'd seat all alone and wonder,
what if she were here, would I still struggle
Or she'd be fighting some unseen battles for me
Cause she never slept without prayer
And ever since she left its been one storm after another
It feels like our only chain holding both worlds at bay
Broke and is somewhere in heaven
That's why hell is now onto us
God gave my mum best of both worlds
And she made the best out of both
Hopefully we too will find that much needed balance
Cause at the moment it feels like we breaking in between them
The PO£T
Beloved Apothecary, you are most
lovely to me in ways you cannot guess;
your subtle smile, which haunts me like a ghost,
exalts and elevates me nonetheless.
More beautiful than the rest, you beguile
the best in me, a tame and mild, old soul
your soft demeanor has blessed all this while;
and mended to health and to being whole.
Because of you, I have gained newfound wealth,
a treasure and fortune from meeting you
one fateful night this last spring, on the twelfth
of May, which I remember to this day, too.
Like “Mona Lisa,” so are your delicate ways;
but a glimpse of you oh! so divinely repays.