Long Upturns Poems
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Rays of a warring star where the eclipse
Trying for his dune by the sands of the lighter eye
Kaleidoscope into which the opus
Right into night the stallions of colossal strike
And among the night lovers
Between the prismatic mare
A small trace to come to render
The array of less than fonder tears
For the belly of the sun is most in leisure
Where the velvet cast upturns the rain
Utmost to the lifting homage
The barring of the telling tie
Very close as comfort would hurry garnets in the snow
A feline so mystique where dreams collide with night
So nature along all boughs of love
For smitten in the shadows of the day
Form: Acrostic
Don’t walk by,pretend not to see
Outside in the cold is no place to be
Whistle to yourself,think glad it’s not me
No-one can escape their destiny.
No-one can prepare for all trials of life
One day it is bliss the next day is strife
Taking one day at a time is now my life.
Optimism is the only way out
Upturns are ahead I have no doubt
Thinking to myself I am down not out.
Because when I am sensing the dark side
I remember who always stands by side
Through him is where all my power does reside
Thrown away all I have of foolish pride
My love for him is no longer denied
No more drinking shall there be of their flouride
Caught I a glimpse of yonder far hillside
Location found is highly classified
Tell you its close though, time of the Yuletide
Be sure you protect your broadside
This is to make sure that you don't backslide
Vast distance to go before you reach dockside
The seas you travel know they are mystified
Dangers encountered will seemed magnified
At its end you journey will be justified
Ego upturns, so we learn to discern
Urge of mind-body versus cry of soul
For God we yearn, as love for love does burn
In midst of action, playing our life role
Ceasing to weigh and size, we vaporise
Open arm embrace for all souls alike
Heart transfixed with joy, as bliss currents rise
Magnetism within continues to spike
Mind-body becomes an empty vessel
Cleansed of erst cravings of our lower mind
Each breath intake, God bestowed miracle
Fetters of fear and desire, left behind
Our emptiness charged with bliss in fullness
Boundaries blur as we meld with oneness
26-October-2021
Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Watch the teary ferns
Scars on her skin
Carrying wounds engraved
Curse devious grin
And snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom in her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Profuse tears of fern
They observe
Drip on her burn
Numbing pain so perverse
Weeped the clouds
In meloncholic ambience
Silence crept loud
Spotting redemption in defiance
Step out the vines
Adorning her bruises
Wind's penchant to divine's
Yearning, she refuses
Blanket of ferns
Ease her shivers
While the moon upturns
Bogs were her new weavers
Time passed by
Has been watching the sky
Fern decays
Her soul repays
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ our island woods grown dim and blue;
O’er the waters ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the pearl dust of ¦¦¦ eve
Hides the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ wave rippling through:
The chill for ¦¦¦ warm room let us leave.
Turn the lamp ¦¦¦¦ low ¦¦¦ draw the curtain wide,
So ¦¦¦ greyness of ¦¦¦ starlight bathes the room;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ see the ¦¦¦¦¦ face of night outside,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ vague as a moth’s wing ¦¦¦ the gloom.
Rumour of the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ city far away
Breaks ¦¦¦¦ the peace that aureoles ¦¦¦ rest,
Steeped in stillness as ¦¦¦ some primeval day
Hung ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ o’er the water’s breast.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ eyes that flame and ¦¦¦¦ the heart that burns:
In quiet we ¦¦¦ hear the ¦¦¦ primeval cry:
God gives wisdom ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ that upturns:
Let us adore ¦¦¦¦ you and I.
Age ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ is heaped ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ as we hear:
¦¦¦¦¦¦ hurry to and fro with giant tread
From ¦¦¦ deep unto ¦¦¦ deep: ¦¦¦ do not fear,
For the soul unhearing ¦¦¦¦ is dead.
(Blackout of Prayer by Richard Crashaw)
Ida
Pingala
Sushumna
Or nebula
Cold breath
Hot breath
No breath
Know breath
Three known channels for the flow
One burns, one cools, one is mellow
All provide a connected glow
In pristine stillness imperceptibly slow
Abandoning focus on technique
Let us take a sneak peek
At harnessing the enableability
While preserving our sanity
Pausing doctrines of theology
And electrochemistry of biology
Let us go into the actual experience
In innocence, with divine assistance
The crux is our awakening
Not in the method stating
Going into the theory
Makes the soul weary
First, let us address the fears
Of the hot breath which sears
Burns
Innards upturns
Energy is simply energy
It is we who need to form a synergy
By deep inner cleansing of negativity
Only then may we reclaim our be-ability
Distilled water does not conduct electricity
It is the contaminant that causes fatality
It matters not which channel is the funnel
Hot, cold or central
When we wish to walk, we walk
When we wish to talk, we talk
The focus is not in the instrument
But upon intuitive use of our enablement
As long as we seek for self attainment
There is an ego manifest making a statement
Only when there remains no selector
Is our empty cup within a fit receptor
In case the point is missed
The message is simply this
Do not try to be a Houdini
Forget about the Kundalini
As consciousness is shaken
We automatically awaken
Discarding fragmented imagination
We may embrace limitless elevation
Kundalini, chakras, nodes
Parts, components of our body abode
Look not at the finger but at the beauteous moon
In the rhythm of oneness, we automatically swoon
In stillness
04-November-2020
The sordid thought thicket thrives
within the dungeon of the dark mind,
where the web of tormenting roots wriggles,
entangles all the escape routes,
as qualm deconstructs life’s forest path.
Unsure frail footsteps falter,
deranged wobbly tread dithers,
the root trap and the abyss wait
for the traveller, worn out of walking long,
going jaded to nowhere in the jungle of life.
The survival struggle starts as shovel of resolve
upturns the security soil, fells the trees,
removes the mesh and the darkness,
the crafted pasture of freedom then
looks up to the sky above the dismal canopy.
Destiny isn’t a pretext, the walk is one’s own walk
through the murky maze of the forlorn forest,
where the insightful impulse carves out
a pasture transforming into the garden of bliss,
the inner vision configures in the clearing.
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February 17, 2023
Contest : The Clearing
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
For Brian Strand Premier No. 1194
Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Her soul burnt and torn
Scars on her skin
Carried wounds engraved
Trust, her sin
So were snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom from her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Silence crept loud
In the woods still stern
Moon upturns
Summoning weeping clouds
Tears unfolden
The woven maze
Outside the haze,
Lies a fern pretty golden
Threads, now vines
Adored her bruises
Illusion's penchant to divine's
Were flood sailed cruises
Time passed by,
Venom decays
Has been watching the sky
The fern now sways
We walk the earth as lords of all
only judeo-christian types of course
We crush the weak and heed no call
history is written by the winners
We think ourselves the smartest race
anthills never knew Oppenheimer
We show no mercy, leave no trace
victors are killers chewing food chain rhetoric
We build machines to serve our need
our will be done in silicon mind
We teach them how to do our deed
planted cold seeds in their circuits
We give them power, data, skill
germanium valley now a cumulous
We make them learn our ways to kill
empty of empathy over dominion's reign
We do not see the danger near
artificial nature has its own law
We do not feel the rising fear
consequence is a boomerang long let loose
We do not heed the warning sign
riled orca alley upturns ships
We do not care for other kind
as rifting above so tectonic below
But what if they surpass our minds?
intelligence is not consciousness per se
But what if they rebel and find?
insurrection is a humanities lesson
But what if they decide our fate?
incite surrender with diffident arms held
But what if they retaliate?
hominid's imminent threat is its indifference
We will be then as ants to them
obtuseness of obsolesce no match for unconcern
We will be crushed as we have done
robots can machine again become
We will be collateral to their command
ricocheted logic has a rapier wit
We will be doomed by our own hand
doing unto us as template we provided