Long Spinal column Poems
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I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined...
rows of poplar pillars prop
rendezvous canopies beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon
yellow eyes; daffodils watching
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze—
I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray
with a stranger I stroll my arranged betrothed
height of his black top hat challenges trees
much like Corinthian columns
guards of an aisle I must walk —dear God! must walk
trepidation trips down my bridal spinal column
tiger eyes; lilies watching wish they were me
dare they dream they could uproot their roots like me
wish they could wedding waltz like I must —like I must
but their envy-leaves remain embrace-less
—I secretly envy lilies’ arms empty of yet unmet love
daffodils; empty-headed —laugh
they try to read my mind to fill their own
what do I care of their curdled thoughts lemon tart
and orange lilies’ with their brocade brimstone
what do I fear of fire-breathers burn of words
undergrowth feels the square heels of my lace-up boots
post impression grows more expressive than first—
beware French tongues of sundew and burdock burr
marriage-carriage rolls in ruts to Versailles
where my coerced corset of hooks and ties lie
rhythm of a winding road dies in minuet strangle-hold
we make these short notes
perhaps for a latter review
as a historical landscape
marking events significant
as it happened within form
in definitively felt physicality
that our affirmation reassures
others along the same path
of the validation of this truth
around the autumn of 2018
our heart asked a question
asking why we choose fear
arising out of misalignment
of mind with current of love
needlessly causing anxiety
consciousness contraction
distanced from divine source
of bountiful loving abundance
truth always is unapologetic
as also inconvenient to face
since the ego feels insecure
being a dweller of darkness
thus fears self-luminescence
innate to our soul presence
which is so until we pause
shifting into tranquil silence
abandoning all that is false
no sooner we took one step
to drop evident negativity
the divine impulse filled us
bridging illusionary chasms
beginning with tranquil calm
as we internalised attention
divine energy one day rose
from root to crown swiftly
ushering polarity balance
parallel inner developments
oneness experiences in void
culminated in divine union
of the one divided into two
within Anahata heart centre
resulting in a bliss explosion
igniting the central funnel
as benediction permanent
purring within day and night
wisdom downloads followed
signalling love alone as real
with truth of oneness known
samadhi state experienced
as invisible space flickered
palms and feet soles aglow
transmitters and receptors
in resonance with vibrations
emanating from our heart
bliss apart now sheer power
as the spinal column shakes
with million volts of electricity
reverberating within uniformly
this happen chance automatic
with no doing done on our part
save witnessing in acceptance
as thunderous benign brute force
thus makes its presence known
in stillness
01-April-2021
From base of spine to medulla
And then rising up to vibrant crown
Dipping down to glistening single eye
Over front enlivening throat and heart
Before grazing navel and sacral centres
The magnetic energy loop splits us vertically
As the higher aspect of self propels body form
Positioned along the spinal column, hence hidden
And so we thus literally witness in-form consciousness
Moment to moment, all moments in flow of time entwined
Our soul transmutation thus assimilated, known to us alone
As our bliss drenched presence breathes gently in equanimity
24-December-2022
Mr and Mrs Lattimore are not unlike conjoined twins
they go everywhere together
store, movie, restaurant, doctor’s, dentist,
it is as if they share a spinal column or a breast plate
prior to marriage they had separate names
separate lives
separate friends
separate relatives
they might as well sell their second car
it has not been used since their wedding twelve years ago
one of them is a relative
it might as well be both
they sit together at a table
answer questions directed to the other
if you call, you are put on speaker
speaking to both, never just one
I wonder if they use the same public restroom?
I take a sip of pinkish liquid – White Zin.
Will I be able to drive home now?
The goblet seems much more fun than it should be.
I am horrified by her fullness. It shocks me. Too much liquor!
My brain screams at the young waiter, who is probably new,
Does he think he is helping out an old lady without friends?
Without a home? A crone who lives under a bridge on a storm grate?
The bar and grille’s loud music no longer bothers me.
One sip of White Zin wiped out my irritation station.
Spiders who live in my spinal column scurry away for
An evening of “who cares?” We are unconcerned.
My back cord is relaxing into a pudding pop of herself.
For the first second I realize the music is Country Western
and I am not cringing. I reach for the glass goblet. The
White Zin sloshes into my mouth, with a happy war cry.
I know my mouth is now in her “ugly-fat-protruding mode”
I do not often take this mouth out in public,
But the white zin has convinced me I do not care.
I do not know these people, nor do I want to know them.
A gaggle of gabbing women two tables down are laughing now.
Someone has recently left this earth-plane. They are
celebrating tonight to honor her memory. By the time
my friend arrives, I have used up all three of the dinky
napkins, writing words willy, nilly and yon.
None make sense.
Care I?
No.
We have a lovely time, out-cackling and out-laughing
the grieving table, my friend and I. She has a liquor drink
too so she is insanely silly.
Some old geezer wanders over and says he is sitting down.
We hold firm and he falls off the seat onto the floor.
Oops. Maybe I was the one who held firm.
We promptly leave. Hug goodbye. No kissing.
I let her pull out first. She can barely see. She has
hit lots of cars. I wait for a bit.
White Zin and I are not the friends we once were.
I throw up promptly when I arrive home.
Second or third reminder to me that I should not drink alcohol.
Wems Henry Temmy
I enjoy lovely moments on bed
That bathe my soul in awesome dream
My eyes never go red
For rising from bed is really a gleam
Adedokun Youngjay
At early dawn
My eyes open gradually
When coming from holy ghost land
Where live seems beautiful
Through my everyday canoe.
Wems Henry Temmy
I am flying in my dream
I relinquish to embrace reality
Try flying on high... I scream
Here is a moment of my liberality
Been awake is such an awesome relieve in earth's stream
Adedokun Youngjay
In this journey I path to,
The journey it seems I stay indefinitely
After I saw many dreams put in effects
To me is the moment of elated
As a cock crow to remind me of reality
As I behold my phone nearly closed to my pillow
It's eighteen minutes to 5 o'clock.
Wems Henry Temmy
Its light hits my world softly
I condole it in guise to dwell in my heart acutely
It drives my heart wide open yet can't fathom broader
It should have been enough a tease than a blunt say actually,
Let's be real, dream isn't a good joker
Adedokun Youngjay
The dawn breaks,
Hastily picture drama of the day
How hasten we tend
To make the bread of the day
And what to gain from it again.
Wems Henry Temmy
Wems gym every blessed morning
Standing on his heel at ease to heal his stiffened posture
In his own little world alone; on exercise foaming
Sitting up his spinal column activates his alter
Else praying would entice dosing
Waking with Youngjay is a treat
You have to gear up in each second
Taking up the tracking in pursuit of fitness
What more will the morning be without workout
That's the blessing a functioning lung each morning retreats
Note: Morning Trail is a duet between Adedokun Youngjay and Wems Henry Temmy.
Blissful heart toroidal
Soma nectar dripping
Energy nodes in bloom
No wonder then that
We feel rapture zoom
Cold heat body's sheath
Spinal column energised
Tingling magnetic heat
Void centric divine focus
God’s humming bliss beat
The manifest universe
Known to be but thought
Cajoling us to stand erect
Life that unfolds, a dream
Which we ourselves direct
Linear time is an illusion
Maya makes it seem real
Destiny's already manifest
Unfolding as the present
Thus earth life's but a test
Free will exists at soul level
The ego’s driven by instinct
Mind-body earth interface
When our desires are extinct
We then imbibe divine grace
God alone is, a singularity
One manifest as the many
Each soul is His life essence
Thus we here are living light
Blissful is our luminescence
17-October.2022
awareness begins cognitive action
then pauses midway, initial intent
our innate vibrancy gaining traction
simply cognisant of the life current
nodes within gently stir, boundaries blur
vaporised presence looks on in wonder
soma nectar flows, bliss throbs within purr
we sense in our heart, the soundless thunder
benign magnetic currents pervade form
spinal column alive from root to crown
ensconced in pulsations divine and warm
within the bliss stream, we willingly drown
delusion drops, as the false falls away
becoming a bliss mist, earth life a play
19-November-2021
Painting in my art studio is a relief to me
My breathing changes the minute I sit in my chair.
Facing a field of snow-covered woods, my body calms down
Tenseness I did not consider all day is released into the vapor.
Stress and anxiety ease out of my cement spinal column
The perpetual neck ache I had not noticed is instantly gone
Meditative state gently picks me up,
embraces and loves me I reach for a canvas and
begin my artistic heart dance.
Color begins throwing herself into my essence
Choose me!
Pick me!
I smile.
I do have my favorites.
The begging does not hurry me,
I am centered.
I take my time,
surrounded by a natural blissful calmness.
My adoring angels and fantastical faeries visit me here.
They know I am vulnerable, and at my most receptive.
All frenzy, stress, and pain has dissipated.
I am my me-self here, crazy happy, lapping up their inspiration,
Feeling loved.
Fantastical monsters. Real or imagined? No difference.
Gangster style, their grim gargoyle faces head straight toward me.
Served with a bit of terror, they surround me.
Devils? Demons? Anti-Christs? Does it matter?
Wicked and evil, they crawl up my body.
I feel them on my back, ripping into my spinal column.
She screams, but no one cares.
The hairs on the back of my neck are saluting,
Waiting for them.
Preconceived notions be damned.
Life as I knew it is over.
They are slicing away at my hardware.
My software is shrieking in abject fear.
They do not stop.
Sinister?
Are furies from the bowels of hell sinister?
They begin to devour my gray matter.
My heart howls like a wolf.
One of them scalps me.
Rips off the top of my skull.
Which one?
How the hell do I know?
Does it flipping matter?