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A silent spire of emerald glass,
She kneels where stellar shadows pass.
Her spine, a curved and sacred beam,
Reflecting the cosmic dream.
With folded hands of quiet blade,
She watches empires bloom and fade,
A Madonna in the void, alone,
On a throne of crystallized ozone.
This one brings the silence near,
The prophetess, the astral seer.
Antennae weaving threads of light,
Through the velvet tapestry of night,
Telepathy in hues of green,
Connecting worlds she has not seen.
The Cotati whispered in her ear,
The prophecy of the pioneer.
Her eye, a galaxy of deep velvet black,
Holds no memory of the beaten track.
She wears the starlight as her veil,
Where mortal human efforts fail.
Her child, the seed of plant and star,
Reaches through the cosmic jar,
A Messiah nurtured in the bloom,
Rescuing the flower from the tomb.
Oh, Mantis of the starry gown,
Who turns the velvet darkness down,
She bites the lover’s breath away,
And turns the darkness into day.
A saint of death, a mother of life,
Severing the human strife.
Between the sword and the living tree,
She balances eternity.
She is the garden in the void,
By time and terror unalloyed.
The Celestial Mother, emerald-eyed,
With the universe at her side.
Domestic chargé d'affaires
became mine bailiwick
dint of the missus being
disinclined and less quick
budgeting, hence I inadvertently
accepted lickity split,
subsequent obligation did
smoothly clack and click,
which minimized conflict
whereby we shared equal intrinsic
reciprocity complicity, culpability
then at playtime, thee enigmatic
one whipped out adult toys
stashed in the attic.
Altercations impossible to avoid,
'specially when unemployed
(think Rob zombie humanoid)
additionally, I lacked emotionally unalloyed
communication cues, nearly destroyed
romance, cuz only recourse re: primal
non verbal, viz Braille
while disguised as android
amorousness I expressly enjoyed
satisfactorily papa bear
groaning courtesy steroid
launching petsmart aery mission
poised to strike no
matter mainly to void
i.e. unpacking heat prohibited,
one tony peppy trooper deployed,
but unexpectedly waylaid
understandably yours truly annoyed
unsheathed hot pistol manually toyed.
Admission, confession, decision firmly laid
down, I oft times insisted felt test ease made
purposeless seething hormonal secretion
triggered fountainhead sprayed
activated provocation upbraid
ding the then live in girlfriend
French kissing parlez vous
pledged troth plus
serving as milkmaid.
No accent comes with an ace
Or perfect words' tones at place
It doesn't assume a good act
Or speech determining lie or fact
Does it make one wise like ants?
Growing impact in their solemn chants
Within the sounds; clear twist, breaths fan
Bad difference with apt touches, do ban
Yet, good ears see purely hints like cat
Stressing out the orthoepy to combat
Meanwhile, same is tasty food all eat
Packaging only brings to some extra treat
Though, misquotation may set in a net
The selected few are still in the same set
From background check of environs tan
To the informal training by your clan
Which everyday gives as breakfast tea
Its lunch and dinner then turned you- devotee
Till time grows years into an adaptive ten
Hold not those for you who see it a den
More or less a disease: black-like-acne
Load enough enlightenment into your hackney
With which you hit ideas unalloyed cane
That laughter gets foes entertain
Accent doesn't make your talk(s) a cant
When words contained are well implant
Forget thoughts; value the worth beyond a cent
Fight not to cement points; pour content
Matters how the breaths voice words discreetly
Than how fluent the flow caress ears sweetly
Commune words of sound fairly much good interacted
Other diacritics are same; above is none ever enacted
“We are almost there but not quite ~
Not yet graced with spherical sight”
~ quote by poet
Intermediate truths whence known,
in as seen because we have been
to subtler realms denied to most,
but it’s not yet wisdom full blown,
since karmic slate is not wiped clean,
last mile to heaven, yet to coast.
Wisdom downloads and divine light
are offerings of grace imbibed
and perhaps we have pierced the void
but we have not garnered clear sight,
though cravings of ego have died,
soul’s not yet pure and unalloyed.
Allow bliss mists to make ingress,
without self-appraising progress.
The silent hum of divine magnetism,
this morn has ignited the head ovoid,
heart, spine and all nodes in mind-body prism,
state of being-ness pure and unalloyed.
The tip of nose chakra whirs with vigour,
whilst the soul star node glistens on our head,
with toroidal heart as always demure,
looks to crown and third eye where bliss is bred.
All the vertebrae in our spine align,
fused together now as a seamless whole,
that thus though caged in form we feel divine,
radiating God’s light scriptures extol.
God’s hand, a disc of light, supports our back ~
Magnetised head to toe, we feel no lack
O' Salty tear, a mere clear drop that you are
You've emerged for a million different reasons
many of which only the shedder knows
for you've emerged in all seasons.
The season of sadness or reason of joy
the tears of grief and the tears of joy
You and your unalloyed saline taste
thou art' but an emotional waste.
O'Salty tear each time you drop into oblivion
why not vanish away with your shedder's grief?
I tell you O' tear if you're to take my opinion
oughtn't you grant your shedder full relief?
Ah but thou art' a ceaseless ocean in reserve and store
No one can be sure, he'll cry no more
When you trickle down those sad upturned lips
we know destiny perhaps made those painful slips!
You are the raindrops of a grief-clouded heart
You do emerge when two lovers have to part
Help your shedder turn over a new leaf
so you're associated less with grief.
I've watched many a jilted lover
weep all alone by the sea-side most sorrowfully
and watched tears glide down noses or pince-nez
as their salty tears merged into the salty sea.
O' Salty tear but it's time you learnt to wash away
all and any poignancy from your shedder's heart
and be such a buddy who never wishes to meet again
the tearful shedder from whom you depart!
Would an ocean form created by ditched lovers
if someone collected their fallen tears?
Our heart sensed a potent pull magnetic,
borne by a sublime mist mind could not trace,
subtlety aesthetic, rhythm poetic,
grace influx holding us is close embrace.
With each pore a door we could keep no score,
although later mind tried to analyse,
who is the helmsman, who is at the oar,
breath by breath causing heart’s vibrance to rise.
Transformed from inside out, each node was stormed,
by the bliss current pulsating within;
of wisdom of sages we were informed,
silencing ego’s cacophonous din.
Such is as it was, such is as it is ~
We’re the effervescence of a bliss fizz
We’re the effervescence of a bliss fizz,
renewal continual, a heartbeat,
for lower mind, an unsolvable quiz,
there being no translation for cool heat.
Notice the blossoming of a flower,
opened petal by petal by God’s hand,
life in motion, all held by His power,
in the womb of space we don’t understand.
Contemplating thus we asked, ‘Who am I’,
in as unchanging presence in this form,
where memories are clouds and we’re the sky,
truth supreme to which we wish to conform.
To accomplish our goal, that we feel whole ~
We slid into silence to find our soul
We slid into silence to find our soul,
remaining motionless in the vast void,
to reclaim light innate, our ego stole,
that we regain our lustre unalloyed.
Focus animated in cessation,
our emptiness was then filled with bliss mists,
heart’s elation as our meditation,
force of magnetism unclenching our fists.
This narration is a flashback of course,
of how the pathless path may be traversed,
the code easy to read, penned not in morse,
as dance of polarities unrehearsed.
Epiphanies that dawned are prophetic ~
Our heart sensed a potent pull magnetic
the moment we choose to seek
we cause an energy leak
and so clear sight is denied
for we have to ourselves lied
waking, dreaming and deep sleep
in each exists a bliss beep
which dissolves both time and space
to allow influx of grace
endless are layers of mind
being veils that make us blind
so all dreams must be destroyed
to reclaim Self unalloyed
let’s take waking as dreaming
and in it silence beaming
we step behind silence too
wherefrom life pulse does renew
by softening attention
as love and light’s extension
we be, so become the flame
and thus fulfil our life’s aim
Who in truth we are, we know not,
no wonder then, we are fear fraught,
since it's certain we will soon die,
reducing consciousness to naught.
Save in moments when love draws nigh,
we rarely reach bliss rapture's high,
drifting rudderless in the void,
nurturing thoughts that makes heart sigh.
Day and night, by dark desires toyed,
negating truths sung by Pink Floyd,
we ponder how we may reclaim
light of soul, pure and unalloyed.
There's no use to play the blame game,
so fixating on God our aim,
upon melding our head with heart,
bliss then becomes our claim to fame.
No doubt silence is a learnt art,
causing bliss ignition to start,
revealing we are living light,
enriched on adding love to cart.
This is how we garner clear sight,
byte by byte adding bliss delight,
in cave of heart, where God resides,
who reveals His form, lustrous white.
My foolish heart’s nonjudgmental
Quick to forgive, kind and gentle
Discerns truth by spherical sight
Touch tender, embrace parental
Gripped in rapture of bliss delight
My heart’s aglow by day and night
Joy it’s sole theme, in this life dream
Sharing with all, God’s love and light
Not worldly wise, hatches no scheme
Currents sublime, within form stream
Mind of my heart, dwells in the void
Knowing life not quite, as does seem
Foolish heart, pure and unalloyed
Sans love, no vibration employed
Transmutes to become a bliss mist
False ego life, long since destroyed
Radiant heart and unclenched fist
Oft deceived, for does not resist
Oozing compassion at all times
In God trusts and that’s it’s life gist
04-April-2022
MY FOOLISH HEART Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins