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when identity recedes
heart lotus blooms and love leads
bliss pheromones then mingle
making our soul’s eye single
in time we become the flame
whence we’re no longer the same
and in time the ego dies
paving way for truth’s sunrise
the world fades, we alone are
shining like yonder North Star,
formless presence, living light
lustre pure and bright snow white
Self vibrates outside space-time
silent is its heartbeat’s chime
poised in peace, feeling complete
self-existent, bliss replete
bereft of all attributes,
we find ourself at our roots
with nothing we need to do
as Self’s life pulse does renew
heart’s the centre, say the wise
and though we too feel likewise
since there’s neither time nor space
Self exists at every place
the Self as light is God’s spark
flame that banishes the dark
which when we so recognise
God too we will realise
heaven’s a oneness force field
where the power God does wield
mirrors light of Self’s intent
granting agape love consent
possessing freedom unbound
heart sanctum the holy ground
which now is our soul’s fulcrum
dancing to the cosmic drum
as God’s light, we are as He
and this clear truth we now see
so gentle touch, word and deed
with love as our trusty steed
Political Tit For Tat
Tom’s Opinion
2-5-2020
A partisan divide hovers over Washington today,
there’s no middle ground, when children act this way.
Once elected, some appear, to think voters are ancillary,
and they return to superior thinking and being contrary.
Good will in Government was a time that has passed,
To their objective of one upmanship, they’re steadfast.
Having the last word has become the name of the game,
our elected officials have cloaked our country in shame.
Many, when refusing to stand, perpetuates derision,
and the peoples needs aren’t served when there’s division.
With no respect for the office the speaker tears up a speech,
and as history records this, more negativity it will teach.
Simple disagreements shouldn’t political enemies make,
We need real Christian leadership for our country’s sake.
Daniel 2:21
King James Version
And he changeth the times and the seasons: he removeth kings, and setteth up kings: he giveth wisdom unto the wise, and knowledge to them that know understanding:
Like a glowing candle in darkest night,
a pure breath of perfume that brings delight,
a silent thought in world of commotion,
like a soothing word to scorched emotion,
knowledge of self is absolute learning,
aligns mind to state of perfect tuning,
where the ego dissolves to nothingness,
when the name, body become meaningless,
when every breath becomes a sign of Him,
when eyes glow even when surrounds are dim,
an awakening flows through the being,
that I am that which I have been seeking,
the vastness and boundless of all there is,
is packed within as His eternal bliss,
that moment of self realisation,
is that of divine communication,
I am a part of that eternal light,
like a candle glowing in darkest night!
Premier contest winner(8)
Written 09/July/2021
Tat tvam Asi poetry contest
unseeking seeker sponsored
10 syllables each line
aa bb rhyme pattern
Seeing
a
jackal
beat
on
a
novel
drum
A
tiger,
with
eagerness
at
its
peak,
Wished
to
do
the
very
same
-
And
struck
on
the
drum
with
a
stick!
The
drum
was
really
a
nest
of
wasps,
Suddenly
they
attacked
the
foolish
tiger
Who
flew
fast
and
fell
into
a
deep
pit
Where
he
died
in
groaning
pain
severe!
The
jackal's
pretending
to
play
on
the
drum,
For
he
was
in
a
revengeful
mood
To
take
the
tiger's
life
who
killed
The
she-
jackal,
his
love,
sweet
and
good!
Rat-a-tat-tat, hear the gunshots repeat,
children are shooting children in their school.
And yet, gun control bills end in defeat;
corporate America is no fool.
Money matters more than lives; it's a fact;
politicians fear the gun lobby's might.
And do nothing; when school kids are attacked,
except to acknowledge that it isn't right.
No show of tears can quell a mother's pain;
nor condolences or thoughts and prayers.
For words can't bring her child to life again,
and the message she hears; is no one cares.
All those who say guns don't kill, people do,
invariably know that is not true.
Rat tat, tat, what is all that?
Pop, bang, boom,
that should not be in our room.
Now my friend that sits next to me is hurting.
Today's lesson was learning about different colors,
I never knew that reds and purples
would make me feel so faint.
Ms. Clarkson says we just be still and quiet,
without a peep.
Steven next to me is doing just that,
he seems almost asleep.
Rat tat, tat, what is all that?
Pop, bang, boom.
That should not be in our room.
More of my friends
are now resting on the floor,
I want to run for the door.
Everyone is crying,
I am crying too,
This is no dream,
I don't know what to do.
My school work is torn to pieces
and floating in the air.
Where is my mom and dad,
this all seems so unfair.
Rat, tat, tat.
Rat, tat, tat.
Rat, tat, tat.
Rat, tat, tat.
If everyone gave tit for tat,
Who knows where we would all be at
For every slight that we perceive
Bounced back to make another grieve
Would keep the cycle going ‘til
We finally would have our fill
Which would be never, for to reach
Another’s heart across the breach,
We need a willingness to bend
And then, before we reach the end,
There must be someone waiting there
To take the time and really care.
Until that day, there’ll always be
A lack of opportunity
To work through feelings that arise
When one may, cluelessly, surmise
A disregard and therefore, that
Will cause another tit for tat.
you read out of obligation
a tit for tat consolation
a "thank you for your visit" affirmation
it's cool, this unspoken rule
I do it too, so what’s new?
It's only being civil
community code of camaraderie
who can break free?
It needs to be done
loyalties need to be won
so do the comment hit and run
then on to another one
I appreciate that, truth be told
this give and take system should hold
on poetic pleasantries, I am sold
“Reciprocity” is gold
oh, but that's not quite same
as being sure that you came
because I'm a favorite name
in your poet hall of fame
Come goaded by greed
Needing each word for your feed
Voyeuristic as I bleed
You need my pain to be freed
Come craving my rhyme fix
The potency of this mix
My poetic party tricks
Lines that give you the kicks
I'm a poet pillaged by pain
who's been baptized by rain
holding on to the sane
let me battle your bane
Read me for you know
You need me to grow
Dip in the stream of this flow
Words above, words below
Read and blaze in the fire
word kindling of your desire
let these flames take you higher
as they make each thought perspire
Obligation is overrated
Though my words might be dated
the ideas? NOT antiquated
to existence they’re related
Come visit me
Come here so you’ll see
Passion infused poetry
let it meld you and me
Eileen Manassian
.
My favorite hat hangs on a hook by our old back door
It belongs to my honey, but it is a favorite of mine
It isn’t pretty, in fact it’s a sight to deplore!
It’s my hubby’s ball cap, and he thinks it is divine!
In spite of the splotches, and the dirt and grime
It’s a favorite of mine, because it’s a part of who he is
He wears it while he’s working, until evening begins
Running errands, doing chores, or playing with the kids
He wears it to cover places, where his hair has gotten thin
I'd like to toss it in the trash, but that old hat still brings a grin!
How could I hope to disregard this hat that honors him?
Looking like the boy I used to know
With blue twinkling eyes, beneath the brim
When he hangs it up, with a sweet “hello”
My love is home, and my good fortune...Oh yes!... I know…
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Submitted for Carol Brown's Contest
My Favorite Hat or Bonnet
Tit for tat and all of that
Leaves all with less and less.
A hit for that, ‘round swings the bat
Doctor, here’s more wounds to dress!
A tit for tat, what is that?
A remedy or a curse?
Rat a tat, comes the attack
Nothing is better, but worse.
A tit for tat from ages past
Learning nothing; anger driven.
Revenge and justice here at last
Or perpetual suffering given?
Tit for tat, they grow up fast
Seeing the ways of fools.
Evil loves to repeat the past
Love has better rules.
Lives are lost when forgiveness dies
War never ends where hatred thrives.
Only peace stills infant cries
Pray love instead, will conquer lives.