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Premium Member Release

Ripples intrude in silence without cause,
strange since serpentine desire spirals rest,
so in witness mode, from our heart abode,
awareness self-aware, just looking on,
flows in and out of these dream forms with ease,
relinquishing thought that’s ego begot.

Attached to body-mind, heart is fear fraught,
blindly obeying an unknown God’s laws
but do what we will, we don’t get release
and thus life itself, begin to detest,
dooming our soul to drown in shame and scorn,
burdened lifelong thus, under ego’s load.

Finally one day, weary soul bellowed,
‘struggle and strife in life has come to naught,
so shifting from head to heart, now reborn,
may pristine presence escape from fear’s jaws,
acting no longer at ego’s behest,
freed once for all from the thinking disease’.

We may stand erect or walk on our knees,
free will choosing either high or low road
and all it takes is to treat life in jest,
refusing to be in illusions caught,
clinging no longer to whatever was,
for each breath we take, ushers a new dawn.

Nonchalance yawns, seeing fear forms begone,
whence mind of our heart begins to unfreeze
and in timeless time false self dies because
with turbid thoughts slowed, we flow in monk mode,
living authentically as we ought,
with joy embarking on our God search quest.

Vaporised soul has no load on its chest,
dancing playfully like a unicorn,
having reduced erst attachments to naught,
nurses no demons that it needs to please,
lets bliss set aflame every body node,
transcending space-time in the vibrant pause.

Oh hermit, we’re both the effect and cause
and once softened attention has mellowed,
carefree soul sees life as a divine tease.
Form: Sestina


Fantastic Flight - Chapter 3 - Treading On Hopeful Lane

(V.4 continued) There’s a joyful, wonderful future in store, despite this bittersweet sentiment
Brewing inside of me…these waves of emotions
Brew inside of me…ignore the ocean of commotions 
You’re my one and only awesome devotion
We can dance in this trance with the waves of majestic motion 
Radiant reveries swarm us like bees, hovering around the bee hive
Thank God that you and I are meant to be with each other – we are at ease and alive! 

*chorus*

The mountain winds are howling its stormy resentment
The snow glitters on the triumphant mountains…
I’ve tried to conceal these feelings of discontent
My eyes are spraying with tears of sorrow – weep no more, sad fountains
Don’t push me to the limits – I breathe in and out
I let go of my anxiety and trade it with prosperity– 
I’m one with the passionate, frozen desires in my heart 
I’m strong like Sampson in the bible – 
Let the light of day unfreeze my heart’s agony and avarice
I don’t want to believe in those silly allegories…
Am I your living sacrifice?
My heart is as cold as ice…I need to take His advice!
I have faced reality alone before
Is this real or is this a myth? There’s more land to explore!

(V.5) I know things aren’t black and white…
It won’t be for a while unfortunately
Until we make some rearrangements
Complete the act of change, 
Which is a challenging chore…what are you waiting for?
Make a chance that will change the world more and more!
Change is a challenging chore 
It’s hard to get out my comfort zone
I groan, for I’m left on my own…
Without you, the loneliness won’t leave me alone
The solitude grows colder…
I’m as dry and feeble as a bone 
The weeping of a thousand people 
Sounds like thousands of infants, 
Lament and discontent makes our heart 
Make grief-stricken, awful oaths
Serene Shores wash away the woeful afflictions 
That I’ve been through for many a year – 
Will you please forgive my disgraceful sins? Can you burn its evidence to the ground?
Those sins have been driving me insane . . . making me misery-bound!
And I’m still waiting for His healing rain   = - )
To erase the pangs of the past pains – I’m driving on a hopeful lane!
Form: Lyric

Premium Member I Am

I sing, I fly, I dance, I do
As rapture rises, each hue new
I exult emotes from my heart
Aura glistens like morning dew

Spontaneity is an art
Deeming all souls one, none apart 
Thus tango dancing with the breeze
I feel within, ignition start

Rid at last of thinking disease
I feel blissful, as nodes unfreeze
There is no doing to be done
As I amble through life with ease

Within heart glows, the central sun
By God’s hand, love’s bliss grid is spun
I Am as am, feeling complete
My false self dies, I come undone

As polarities meet and greet 
From head to toe, am bliss replete 
Such matters are best left unsaid
Dance divine leaving heart upbeat

I Am by soma nectar fed
And by throb of agape love led 
Befriending silence, I ascend 
As I lay asleep, on my bed
Form: Rubaiyat

Premium Member Slow Boat

The slow route, no shortcuts please
Delusion removal one step at a time
As layer by layer we gently unfreeze
To entwine with divine love sublime 

Picking up any aberration, say desire
We struggle not, simply change direction
Turning inwards divine ignition afire
We imbibe & assimilate blissful elation

Or flipping desire, we encounter fear
Rooted in ephemerality, a mere illusion
Turning within we draw divine love near
Rapturous bliss renewing its ignition 

We hurry not, pausing to smell the roses 
The journey more beautiful than imagination
Adroitly sidestepping ego’s alluring poses
In tune with Ohm in an unending continuation
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member On Everest

I stand on top of world. I’ve won!
I’m a statue frozen solid -
On tippy-toes I’ve reached the sun.

I took a showering from cloud.
I’m bitten up with frosty snow.
Too late for me to brag out loud.

This sunny sphere won’t help unfreeze.
On Everest, I’m cold of brain,
Too full of pride, to bend my knees.

Could artist rush to see me there,
and would he chisel me like wax,
to find my form - for I am bare.

And would a poet shed some tears
and make believe that I was brave
or struggle with our greatest fears?

Who’d music bring to sing of me?
Are sirens here at top of world
and have they climbed so far from sea?

On tippy-toes I’ve reached the sun.
There, fire and ice at loggerheads.
Deceived of life - it’s death, I won.

8/31/2022
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member If I Were a Younger Man

 
	      O, if I were a younger man
                  why, I’d gallop with the breeze
               plant acres of flowers and trees                    

               I’d devote myself to curing medical disease
                   even ‘incurable’ allergies 

               I’d visit the sick, comfort the bereaved
                   support the orphan, the widow, the frozen I’d unfreeze

               Every moment of life I’d seize
                   milk it for everything I could squeeze ~

                And I’d campaign 24/7 against Zoran Mamdani
                   and every delusional western pol with the socialist disease
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Grasping Veiled Reality

“plunge in now, into the current
reclaim true self, luminescent”
 _ quote by poet
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heart throbs soar when blessings in-pour
consciousness core, seeking encore
let’s out as gasp, failing to grasp
fleeting illusions cannot clasp 
down on all fours, we yet seek more

each breath we inhale, must exhale
letting go then, why fears assail
with God our guide, fearlessly glide
propelled by His life breath inside
renouncing erst desires, now stale

fears serpentine, poisonous vines
with heart entwine, bind and confine
plunging our soul in deep despair
until with love sublime we pair
blissful, when head and heart align

embrace, hold and release with ease
flowing like the fresh morning breeze
heart with love hued, our mind aware
urge to cling and clutch, ego snare
one with Gods light, as we unfreeze

26-June-2021

(syllabic rhyme)

Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

Employing the following 10 words once only: 

soar, gasp, grasp, clasp, inhale,
glide, vines, hold, hued, clutch
Form: Rhyme

Nature's Gift

Wind, come surround me with your timeless gust.
Freshen up my numb body so I can move again

Sun, direct your rays to unfreeze my brain.
Lighten up my clouded mind so I can be reasonable again

Moon, sparkle my nights along with the stars.
Shine through my darkest hours so I fear no more again

Water, splash me with your ever cleansing power.
Wash off doubts in my soul so I can trust myself again

Fire, warm me with your burning flame.
Melt the madness so I can cry tears of joy this time

Rain, drop less than usual on my way.
Sprinkle me lightly please so I can have myself space and time

When night is over, another day to conquer.
And it goes on and on all the time.

Feeling of Writing

I write because writing  give me strength to be powerful and punctual 
I write because I feel it due to circumstances that make my writing sensible
I write, I write
Writing  take me to the world that give me passion, motive and visions to be visible

I write to reach hidden dreams that was written to encourage me to be a writer
Oh writing my reflection of why my mind feel and be free
To push the emotions of writing
I write and that’s why I write

Writing the master of freshness flavour of mastering writing knowledge
The capability that writing can do to unfreeze a closed and blocked mind
Mind that can be opened through writing
Yes writing, I write

Writing a way of making my mind, body and soul relax
Writing you bring character I never thought I would turn to be
The inner soul that wake up when I write is unexplainable

When I write I feel the spirit of individual writing
I write and that’s why I write 
I find myself through you writing 
I feel your voice of pushing and encouraging

I write and that’s why I write
I write yes I write

Premium Member Cooking Comes Naturally To Me

Cooking comes very naturally to me
   Why I can boil water and even pour tea
Ask me to toss salad and, whoosh--one, two, three
   Your basic veggies, topped with beer nuts and provolone cheeze*

Now heating up a hotdog is right up my alley
   or two-day-old leftovers; I don't dilly-dally
Sometimes, I confess, I might burn the toast
   but I've never ever forgotten to unfreeze the roast**

I know you're in awe of what I've told you so far
   Sweet Baby James Taylor's immortalized it on guitar***
So I'll leave you with this incredible, amazing feat:
   On our honeymoon, I prepared the very first meal in our Motel 6 suite
   ~Canned tuna, swimming in mayonnaise, on white bread -- What a treat! 
__________________________________________________________  

Chef's tips:
      *The aged kind, that really smells
     **Well, ok, I did forget this one time...golly, gee
    ***Not really.  Ha, ha: Just pulling your leg


                     July 22, 2019
         Cornucopia Cooking Poetry Contest
            Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

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