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“come back, come back, oh wisdom from your flight
ignite our heart, that we too see the light”
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Disjointed thoughts written the night before
Retrieved next morn for a final review
Clear light of dawn, has now dimmed their allure
We doublethink drunken resolves anew
Recognising repression not the way
Sublimation too not finality
We go to the roots of why our heart sways
Manifesting within turbidity
Affirmations made, all fleeting cravings
Seeking fructification of outcomes
Fulcrum unstable, our goalposts shifting
We go in, slowing ego momentum
Musing upon our thus far life journey
We know now, why happiness elusive
Whilst objects of desire are aplenty
Joy in permanence remains reclusive
We have then, external ephemeral
Bubbles of illusion, like wisps of smoke
Then there is the internal eternal
A heart throbbing with love, as God bespoke
Reflecting thus upon heart impelled thought
We are able to discern origin
On one hand we have those lower mind brought
On the other, love vibration virgin
Recognise oh hermit, inner craving
Feel within our heart, Gods love beckoning
08-January-2021
(syllabic rhyme)
Crumpled Thoughts poetry contest
Sponsor: John lawless
Turbidity
Turbidity’s
An artifice of
Being Human
One who is
So confused
So disordered
Or even one
With a Turbid
Imagination!
Being Turbid
Allows its Owner
To be or seem to be
In turmoil or
In degrees of
Real or Fake
Confusion
Making situations
Quite interesting!
This attributes
A most likely
Pejorative symbol
When intentionally
Used to obfuscate
Human interactions
Or to be just
Plain difficult or
Uncooperative!
Possessing bouts of
Seeming Turbidity
For the Poet
Can also be
That perfect
Literary Conceit
To challenge
To mystify
All readers true!
Such notions of
Verisimilitude
Or better yet
Literary Truth
Methinks would
Maketh the likes of
Keats, Eliot, Pound
Among other greats
Jumpeth all for joy!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
January 14, 2016 (Accentual Meter)
And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams! Edgar Allan Poe
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In the ethereal world, where eons occur.
Paradisiac soil holds silent seraphic concur.
It's tough to spell out this realm's sapidity.
A magnificent elixir-drinking auric, no turbidity.
Singing in canorous tones aiming to empyreal height.
In the ethereal breeze, their diaphanous wings flight.
Enigmatic silhouette and unique pellucid radiance.
They dance in seraglio in this heavenly ambiance.
Their beauty, such a pearl, belongs to heaven.
Has a sumptuous scintilla-stirs love in Sky Seven
No evil nemesis lurks below their angelic floor.
In such a paradisaical milieu, despair never sore.
Yet their sonorous voices and demureness persist.
Hope whispers through the airy glade, lifting gist.
They embody compassion in otherworldly existence.
No psychic wounds from their scuffles for instance.
Their zealous hearts follow the celestial hand.
Continued acquittal exhibits in their exquisite stand.
Their lovely, luscious skin never conceals sorrow.
Aesthetic zealots evolved in this ethereal hollow.
Unfathomable and lofty in the translucent flight,
Unseen wonders unfurl, bathed in ethereal light.
Boyish and papery, they dance chimerically in ignite,
Invisible to mortal eyes, yet captivating to the sight.
Spread the fate-written sacred axioms of airy rejoice,
With every note, a celestial voice.
The melody weaves its enchanting spell,
Transcending earthly bounds, where wonders dwell.
1st place contest winner
Myriad thought forms manifest bubbles
That which lower mind calls reality
Yet desire precedes thought, a truth simple
If desire springs from geniality
What arises from love, is elation
Whilst narrow cravings birth turbidity
Gods worlds, epitome of perfection
Contrasted by utter chaos upon earth
Methinks, ego cause of agitation
Joy to us innate, flowing, bubbling mirth
We seem to have lost track, along our way
Take refuge, oh hermit, in hearts warm hearth
Life after life, we continue to sway
Immersed in illusions, borne of our mind
Life beauteous, yet all we see is grey
Exit from delusion, easy to find
Staring at us in the void of silence
Pristine stillness frees us from ego bind
Born free, forever free, in innocence
No anchor for rancour or stagnation
In continuum of divine parlance
Clear light dawns, when thus in meditation
One with God and with entire creation
09-January-2021
(syllabic Terza Rima)
The essence of wit is brevity
which interestingly evinces chivalry
delivered verdict to hex hoar size
(once and for all) president
dons mantle of deviltry
and trumps constitutional credo
defining American elementary
particular edicts denoting, enshrining,
framing, grand honorable inalienable rights
when foolhardy lobbyists prevail
evicting execrable“enemy”
i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal)
which subsequently might help
timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones
in opposition against rabidly power hungry,
misogynistic courting among the body politik
fostering future feverish fortuity,
toward risking life and limb sans
Uncle Sam selfless gratuity
(especially as Benjamin Button syndrome –
reverses aging process
acquired thru heredity
gets in full swing) stamping mindset
nonestablishmentarian identity
with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy
permission to go ahead with jocularity
from a superstar coach named Kennedy
thereby garnering homespun liberty
where icon bank on direct
laudable, linkedin longevity
with unrolled Scottish grandeur
(Pomp and Circumstance broadcast)
synchronized with precise
unrolled welcome mat
yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree
as curtain call doth close toward
final decade of mortality
yet dismiss bing hash-tagged
a scofflaw at any opportunity
especially if legislated mandate
earmarked as priority
in tandem with the key quality
apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity
as the hands of father time
spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward
away from present day turbidity
increasing revanchism uber victory.
A far cry; ascent, unless we decry
Fearful desires that makes loving heart sigh
Know, oh hermit, we are our tormentor
Both, the meek prisoner and fierce captor
Deaf to voice of conscience, as love draws nigh
Free soaring spirit, reaches for the sky
Living life fully, before we do die
Let’s make not merger, with The Creator
A far cry
This world of contrast, has both lows and highs
Ours is but to do, not to reason why
In silence and stillness, meditator
In midst of turbidity, placater
Is as yet the life we lead, a deep lie
A far cry
26-April-2021
This or That, Vol 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: A far cry
as we sit still, befriending deep silence
melding with the void, surrendering will
presence forges with love, an alliance
divine magnetic currents, bliss instils
when earth life shapes us, upon the anvil
our mind body encounters turbulence
yet cave of our heart, is always tranquil
as we sit still, befriending deep silence
thoughts rested, no ego looking askance
our emptiness leaves no room for evil
paving way for divine entwined parlance
melding with the void, surrendering will
cyclic thoughts make mountains out of molehills
throwing our head and heart out of balance
thus turbidity continues until
presence forges with love, an alliance
inner alignment, bubbling innocence
negating worldly cacophony shrill
in harmony with the voice of conscience
divine magnetic currents, bliss instils
oh hermit, joy makes easy, path uphill
when we place upon God, full reliance
dwellers of void, drink nectar to their fill
with bliss bursting forth, in continuance
as we sit still
07-March-2021
Feeling turbidity
in a globe
so remote ,
as to be
a mirage
awash with guilt
armored to be
despondent
courted by
sadness and her wiles
She ,
it is a she
torments
every
waking
moment
I resign
to be hopeful
chained
to the fates
merciless
though they can be
I wish for many
hoping for all ,
your being
my signal light
the guide
my spirit follows
reverently shamefully
homeward,
giving a ray
a shimmer of life
igniting the wick
warming
my depth
pushing her
into nothingness
until she rears
her beauteous
face once again
Radiant sadness
she brings darkness
hopelessness
lies in my mind
she pulls me in
so sweetly
silently
that until
lying in her arms
the realization
and horror
seduced again
I am despairs mistress
But the living are
glimpsed
in patches
as birds darting
branch to limb
bright shining
billboards
declaring a world
living and being
in now
Words written
light infused
missives declaring
an axis turning
my life halting
mid-step,
restarted
with a charge
of words
a vent of power
a gentle stroke of
keystrokes typing
a new chapter
in the book of hope ..
Despair though
desirous she be
not a patch
does she hold on life
before we amble
muse upon the preamble
that entity ascension seeking
is encased in mind body matrix limiting
we have for engagement two polarities
external turbidity internal serenity
former is domain of our ego
latter love osmosis slow
on an as is where is basis
we begin with our body chassis
going in within into our heart center
gently feeling so intuiting how joy canters
desires beget thought as of our affirmation
birthing dream worlds as manifestation
cessation then our path optimal
beholding within a miracle
silent witness our presence
senses stirrings of love innocence
felt distinctly in form as magnetic heat
ineffable throb of rapture that has us upbeat
a word of caution here about the energy path
unless each nuance felt as a holy sabbath
aspect acceptant thoughts decadent
cannot navigate the bliss precinct
ego grasps whilst love connects
thus our stance within must be erect
head and heart melded in quiet alignment
resonating with our conscience in contentment
reworded we may say that we must fully let go
of attachment borne cravings of our ego
for we are not this limited mind body
engulfed in narrowness shoddy
back to business joy magnetism
expands slowly bridging all chasms
chakras many but lets not instrumentalise
our child within delighting in unfolding surprise
suffice to mention once blockages are clear
throb of bliss within each pore spears
we be to become bliss essence
radiating love fragrance
28-January-2021
Free will whose
An egoic ruse
Please excuse
Offered clues
The mind body enigma
An outer form we call jiva
Inner layer soul or Atma
All within God or Paramatma
This preamble in place
The line of inquiry we face
From our core at an easy pace
Truth recognised solely by His grace
We the jiva with senses external
Having narrow agendas ephemeral
In joy & sorrow rotation cyclical
Live out a life tragicomical
Our the thus delusion
In myriad of maya borne illusion
Egoic thought fuelling confusion
Mires us in stupor of stagnation
Freedom instant by thought cessation
Resting fear & desire agitation
In restful prayerful meditation
Igniting within divine love bliss elation
However being bound by our own hand
Matrix of life yet we are yet to understand
We ask about free will before we can stand
The light within veiled by mundanity bland
So do we have free will ...
We indeed do if we are still
When divine love in our heart we instil
As the elixir of bliss within overspills
As for destiny
Of mind body entity
There is a blueprint but with no finality
Free will determining turbidity or serenity
When will we be free we hear ourself ask
In effortless stillness getting to the task
Is-ness of presence in joy does bask
Having discarded the ego mask
One day
Any day
Today
Hip hip hooray!
12-September-2020