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Isn't it ironic inaccuracy challenges accuracy?
Isn't it odd how tumult subtly challenges calm?
Awareness pulls quite fewer minds than morality.
If it could make me laugh to drain the psalm.
Would you wish to grip the tale genuinely?
Spotting the duality inside non-duality.
Or maybe to grasp the Nonduality in Duality.
We paint the pure truth that covers all reality!
The unique chaos occurs in the mind.
No psyche intrusion now needs to be refined.
The only uphills sum those minds generate.
That you early realize with and venerate.
A beguiling blossom sprouts from filth,
And soon soften back in the water that spilth.
All that comes to shape out of nowhere.
All things eventually vanish into thin air.
Blankness is all that is left, assertive credibility.
Be this void; return to your actual personality.
Purely be an immense wrap of receptiveness.
Where does nothing bias and all are faultless?
Evaluate how firm stray notions fade softly
Concede such emotions will vanish rapidly.
This concept of self and life itself is futile.
Where's the way to free mystic truths utile?
I could unwind below, free from buzz "I and mine."
A superb state is one that is unevenly sublime.
There is no Earth below but rather Heaven above.
No need for a navigator when our guide is love.
Written: July 17, 2022
Non-dual awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
She walks in the night..
Cobblestones and sacred churches..
Historical and superb..
Incredible monuments..
A remembrance of ghosts from the past..
Ahh..
Her lovely Madrid..
Sights and sounds to inhale..
The aroma of fresh seafood paella
Her taste buds sang a harmony..
As she devoured her delectable meal..
Ahh..
To wash it down with a tall glass of sangria..
Thirsty for a tall glass..
Of..
A fresh fruity sangria...
She had one too many...
She more then quenched her thirst..
Perhaps her delectable meal was a bit salty..
She walks in the night..
Tipsy in Madrid..
Magical music playing..
Her lovely hips shaking to the beat of the music..
Electrifying and magnetic..
A tango..
Her love for the tango showed..
As she swayed her hips ..
She was hyponozied by the beat..
In the midst of it all..
She danced the night away..
Under the gleaming stars..
Roaming eyes lusting her..
Admiring eyes focused on her beauty..
Half moon above ..
Took a form of its own..
A wink from the half moon..
A wink..
Smiles..
Admiration..
Lust..
Ahh..
Tipsy in Madrid..
She beautifully smiles..
An unforgettable night under the stars..
And a winking half moon..
i'm gagging
cursing the traffic lights
catastrophic sweat
i need that sensation when i pull into a decadent parking space
and walk from the car to the ticket machine
three hours early and stuffing my face back in the car park with watery meat juices
stationing the confectionary in the right cavity
memories of hot dogs and dr. robert greenberg
superb breakfasts and sparkling water
the lack of legroom in the upper circle
ushers and their laser beams into the back of heads like Predator
as they take their bows and the curtain falls and the applause ends
i yell to my son, "get to the chopper!"
The sun went down to a melancholy beat.
Harmonizing with the day's waning deceit
A motion was seen in the evening shadow.
Nightfall triggered mystery and hallow.
It could have been a superb writer.
Setting a fascinating story's vibe insider
As the wind tickled my flesh gently.
An airy glow drew the moon intently.
Coral jasmine blossoms in clumped form.
I realize I'm in a peaceful, intriguing charm.
A nostalgic ode to leisure and repose
Wordsmiths retreat to tears and prose.
Under the aesthetic Gulmohar tree.
Where peace gently swings with glee.
A place seemed the same as a safe haven.
As balm for poets where hearts are driven.
Only their tears could reach there.
Boost poetic flow; the rack is bare.
Written: May 23, 2023
We’ve reached a turning point,
Possibly a point of no return
Where trust and accommodation
Has reached a limit.
For the past 120 years, especially the last 60,
Men have been accommodating
The cause of women’s equality.
But now it’s clear to all, women are not equal
On the basis of biology alone.
Men are wired for leadership
And women for nurturing.
So long ago women
With their child rearing roles were protected.
To the point of infantilization sometimes,
And sometimes deservedly so
Which surely pissed off the majority
Who could clearly handle their own.
And so the past century has unfolded
With the rise of women to all levels of power.
And men have mostly just rolled over,
Because, you know, women certainly
Have something men want.
The Clancy mistrial and near acquittal
Has exposed the lie in all this,
And has set the cause of feminism back
At least a century, despite a perceived victory.
Men think and women feel
(The two making a superb compliment),
But the lack of reason in this case
Is making men wonder if too much hasn’t been lost.
Maybe women shouldn’t be in positions
Of highest authority and power
Let alone left unsupervised with children…
Maybe there are limits to how far
The game of make believe equality can be played.
Like an inversion of Franklin’s old adage,
Better to let ten criminals go free
Than convict one innocent man,
The ten sane and stable women will be punished
To let the weaker one go free.
In the name of protecting the one
They have pulled back all
To the position of once again
Being treated as half children themselves.
If I was a woman I’d be furious.
And if I was a man
I’d say, fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
(9/8/26)
I felt myself traveling rapidly in my own direction
Not north south east or west, an unnamed direction
Believing in my abilities and talent as I never had before
I felt there were invisible wings on my back
Propelling me forward,
Enthusiasm and strength saturated my soul as I moved
Confident and self-assured; the sun moved out of my way
The flowers and the grass cheered me on my journey
I was invincible, untethered, whole and surreally me.
A superb feeling of might and power overtook me.
I had shed all of the weeds and thorns of my past life.
There were no slices or chips out of my being.
I was queen of myself, with paranormal energy
Living my truth in a new way
Making my own path
Heading in a new untraveled direction.
The direction of me.
Seperating his experiences from
what he was taught he sought
words to decribe if his boredom
and laziness came from his ways
of finding shortcuts t9 get his workdone
Comparisions and compatiblity
Gave great conversation but it didn't
anwser the questions.
Explainations of similaritiess
the importance of each
and the value placed upon them all.
Wanting and needing neither
Finishes a task, and it only destracts
From why you are doing it.
Favorable and desirible results guided by
the need to be proud and effective.
I can't use the words of business to decribe love
And in love no words decribes business
Less complicated and less neglective
Might vacations relax the tired
and might interest and amibition inspire your
success
And might you have people in place to counsel
Your over eagerness
to bring a sence of togetherness to this place
From The Rattlesnake Gutt Creek Annual Orcheastra's
Annual Suppernight Gala.
Written by
"France" Chepp Caulfinn
Bass, soprano, and flutest for
The Natrual laser guided porablesawmill band
You and I who have dipped our joint heart
In your green tide and have exchanged beats
On your boats have left our loads of flirts
Do know your tales both dismal and lit
Into the boats sails salted struggle
Blood sweat and tears for flowers of love
On busy banks business and bustle
We live and die, you flow on superb
Listen to the murmuring guitar
Look at the fishermen and women
In love-sweat mirth and life in vigour
River of life in the spring and rain
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10/12/2016
Form: River Line :9 syllables in each line
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Meat that is roasted or fried
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Sandwiches superb as finger foods
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Party when you can
Party day or night
Night is meant for romance
Night is a time to dance
Dance to your favorite music
Dance with zeal
Zeal for living
Zeal for what you enjoy
Enjoy your pastimes
Enjoy your friends
Friends who support you
Friends in good time or bad
Bad experiences you’ll learn from
Bad helps us appreciate what’s good
Good for me or good for you
Good isn’t the same for all
All should have freedom
All should choose what they love
Love everyone you can
Love the things you do
Do things you desire
Do all you can in life
Life needs to be fun
Life can’t be lived without food
Food . . .
Fun . . .
My irrepressible awe is clearly seen
in the colors of the seasons,
when all becomes veneration,
at the sight of every superb constellation,
which stands above me like Heaven,
to turn my hallelujahs into prayers...
My irrepressible awe is felt in the spring' crisp morning air,
watching light advance and dapple the entire sky
with a golden shade, nothing to envy any gold so pure;
and on the pointy leaves of the pines,
it shimmers like the rarest jewels...
and wouldn't an unconsoled soul come here to die?
My irrepressible awe is expressed in the most thrilling ways,
observing the wide wings of the eagles
flap once and depart from earth in throngs
for a journey, which will last for many days;
and shouldn't they find their new home,
they will return, as shallows do, only to lament snow...
My irrepressible awe is shared by a spirit filled with emotion,
and wouldn't all senses elate me for this declared devotion?
What lies before me is a possession too concrete,
like the perennial Firmament so awesome and infinite;
this marvelous planet I tread on, is certainly mine
and it couldn't have been given to me without a set price...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci