Long Stagnating Poems
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To feel alive
We thus jive
First descent
Then ascent
Contraction
Expansion
To feel
The appeal
Of the ride
With God inside
Our being
Foolproof plan
Played with elan
For our lifeline
The divine
Within resident
To which sentient
While doing nothing
The throb reassuring
So far so good
Well understood
But for stagnating
In our innocence
Playful parlance
We never did realise
That ego does size
Weigh and measure
As our caricature
For its longevity
A fictional identity
Indulging in illusion
Hypnotic delusion
Deaf to bliss elation
Thus we are
Ego borne scars
Binding
Blinding
Thus we remain
Impure and stained
Bemused
Confused
Until entering silence
Rekindling innocence
Within
Domain of free will
Turbid or still
It is our choice
To heed inner voice
God not beside
He is inside
So we must go there
Into our heart centre
We are the prisoner
As also our saviour
As we choose
Without excuse
To be
03-December-2020
viewing an object of desire
immersion in materiality
losing ourself therein
slave to the senses
lustful passions rising
our thirst keeps deepening
correspondent to indulgence
poised yet as an animated thought
heart awaiting actual fulfilment
wherefrom we gradually shift
our attention into the void
smiling at the descent
of consciousness
self serving
looking within
through foggy vision
mind offers specious logic
to placate our feel good factor
in alignment with our belief system
that we may carelessly dismiss
the root cause of ego craving
as deep dark delusion
owing to our stupor
stagnating in mind body
at Guna Tamas and Rajas
self blocking the Satva impulse
call of love divine in our heart
beckoning us in earnest
to meld head therein
in tranquil bliss
no judgment
rather recognition
of what is as is within
rising and ebbing emotions
having roots in our lower mind
which we then simply transmute
by allowing divine magnetism
to gently steer energies
into pathways of love
ever present within
our glowing heart
03-February-2021
God, thank you for being healthy
For family and shelter
Because I have a purpose
in life Thank you again because it's not all rosy
And that they said they loved me, and now it's just the other way around
Otherwise I wouldn't have realized that I had to detach I
don't know why but at the moment all I'm doing is stagnating
I know I should get up and progress
But something binds me Frustrates me, I can't understand I
think it's time to stop being or look weak (To look weak)
I just want to get out with the music, not to fill the bag (Not to fill the bag)
External things won't change my inside'I
know I'm following, I don't care who's before'I've
got to discipline myself, it's not enough to make a motivational video I'm
not going to do anything for no rational
reason I'm looking around me, I don't see anything, I have a bitter taste You
can't heal something you don't recognize, that's clear
That's exactly what I'm trying to do
And stop complacent
To be even more focused
These phases I don't like I
feel like I've lost control
I have to move on to the next
level Only God is immortal
Caution to the wind, opens doors, unseen by careful eyes. The greatest minds achieve by leaps of faith;
knowing progress hides in the unseen void.
Doing the black-hole dive can save a stagnating
marble in space; on the other side of the gaping door,
a lion waits to devour the meal,
that’s tossed through.
Eyes pop open when the fangs gleam.
Open eyes see possibilities that the closed, do not.
A blind faith leap, calms the hunger pains and
opened eyes learn from everyone’s mistakes;
lending hope to a world trapped by fear.
Fear is a rusty ball, rolling, crushing all life and
blind faith, is the wall that can stop it.
Leap into the void;
quantum architects can build miracles of their own.
The book of Matthew gives an accurate account of the birth of Christ
It tells of His divine royalty
and all the conflict He faced in life
It shows us the humanity prominent
in the Son of God
and the humility that He possessed
in the depths of His heart
a regal response to a messianic
promise that the prophets spoke on
a sacrificial soul
who allowed God total control
from the day He was born
His purpose was to prepare a place
for each and every one
a spot in heaven with our Lord God
when all's been said and done
every prophet spoke emphatically
of what Jesus would come and do
the Salt of the Earth,
the Light of the World
who would die for me and you
He was a regal response that
King Herod himself tried to eradicate
like so many Black men today
whom society wants to eliminate
yet our God is the god of intentionality
no such thing as coincidence when
He set forth your destiny
yes there will be challenges
and stagnating issues in your life
but God in His omniscience
will help you deal with the strife
so trust and believe people will do
their best to stunt your growth and potential
you need to trust in God to do His part
to give you all the essentials
and yes there'll be Herods in your life
whose only mission is to destroy and kill
but your messianic promises can't be
stopped unless it's by God's will
Jesus was a royal response from God
sent to reform and to renew
And the 3 Wise Men were sent
to acknowledge Him
as the regal king of the Hebrews
a regal response to a messianic promise
was our Savior Jesus the Christ
born in a lowly manger
in swaddling clothes
Who died to give us eternal life
Will our love be like the tide, sweeping changes
taking us to distant lands? the beach washed clean
daily...
Will our love be like the rivers eddy, swirling
circles, lazy fish, sparkling sunlight?
Will our love be like the falls? Dropping, wearing,
damned and released at times? A merry pounding sound
with rushing crashing and rocks...
Will our love be like the calm still pool, filled
again by the rains but green and stagnating at times?
Where the bugs and tadpoles breed...
Love can be all those things, and each in its time.
Just give me this.. Enough to float on, and a steady
supply. Don't leave me with thirst to die.
our love - 1-28-2005 (C) Artimus Susan Manley
Marooned, small life swims
in a rockpool flung up
and left high on the stretched
reach of last night's storm.
The world that holds them
has shrunk to a size
no bigger than a bucket.
The morning sun singles out
the forms and anoints each
with a dab of light.
I watch and swirl a finger
as if to stir the motion
of a running wave and break
the stagnating still
that has settled here.
This pool is too far away
from the normal wash
of tides to be replenished.
Cut off from the sea,
it will evaporate.
Each turn of a finger
through the water
seems to wind a thought
tighter around my head.
When I stop, an image
on the surface of the pool
slowly coagulates into me.
Just below the glaze,
life withdraws a little further
into its shrinking world,
separated from the sea.
Salty air breathed from crystalline peaks
I breathe in And catch a glimpse
of the dancing, bowed bodies.
They perform a graceful ballet,
like arrows shot from an archer’s bow,
they leap, breach and roll.
Their eyes have seen ages of brine and shifting sands.
I wonder if they really are the “Watchers”,
like the “Dogon” stories portray them.
Did they once have legs instead of fins
and can we really be their children?
Perhaps that is why they are so quick to help us;
Why a child who can not speak can suddenly come to life?
He won’t be silenced again
after all, he swam with the dolphins.
Could it be the magic of the dance that heals?
Odd, that they are always there when needed
And can transform a stagnating life
into a miraculous moment of rebirth!
If (I / you) were to observe (myself / yourself),
Would (I / You) really know (myself / yourself)?
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We prosper but we also strain -
This "Game of Life" is that refrain.
It carries on from day-to-day
And we stay steadfast in the fray
Playing our roles up to the hilt,
Life's psycho-social endless tilt -
Casting our lots on roulette's wheel,
Love's psycho-analytic deal.
Gazing into the mirror's face
It's who we are in that embrace.
It's what and why we can't explain -
Our Egos whitewash loss and gain.
We strive to find identity
And picture what we'd hope to be.
At times we feel it's all for naught
When falling short from what we've sought.
Stagnating in complacency
We hold on most tenaciously
To limits of expectancy
For what we'll suffer change to be.
Our portraits in the attic wait
To frame the essence of our fate.
The chronicle of life is great
And Truth, through time, applies the paint.
Most will be shown with minor flaws -
Some, as affronts to norms and laws
But all, one day, will be displayed;
How will your likeness be portrayed?
God, thank you for being healthy
For family and shelter
Because I have a purpose
in life Thank you again because it's not all rosy
And that they said they loved me, and now it's just the other way around
Otherwise I wouldn't have realized that I had to detach I
don't know why but at the moment all I'm doing is stagnating
I know I should get up and progress
But something binds me Frustrates me, I can't understand I
think it's time to stop being or look weak (To look weak)
I just want to get out with the music, not to fill the bag (Not to fill the bag)
External things won't change my inside'I
know I'm following, I don't care who's before'I've
got to discipline myself, it's not enough to make a motivational video I'm
not going to do anything for no rational
reason I'm looking around me, I don't see anything, I have a bitter taste You
can't heal something you don't recognize, that's clear
That's exactly what I'm trying to do
And stop complacent
To be even more focused
These phases I don't like I
feel like I've lost control
I have to move on to the next
level Only God is immortal