Long Vagaries Poems

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Premium Member Screen of Awareness- POTD

Born into this earth one day quite unaware,
We grow with time and eventually age.
Pass through stages many and varied,
And in activities manifold, we busily engage. 

We do not know what tomorrow unveils,
Or where the road we tread may lead.
But within us is a realm that will never change.
It is something that to vagaries, never shall yield.

Beneath all fluctuations, it stays static.
It is the light of consciousness that in us shines,
That has been slowly built in us through our breeding.
Through values garnered and what God in us aligns.

This screen of awareness is something so palpable,
But can never be seen yet stays securely intact.
It is the consciousness that God has planted in us.
Defeating all deceptions, it helps us choose the right act.

When we experience pain and heaviness of heart
On the screen of awareness may appear a shining star
It will sure pilot us through the dank and dark corridors of life.
Help us stay firm in fluidity, showing who we truly are.

Beliefs and concepts may evolve and change with time,
But as long as we are insulated within the protective screen
Of awareness, it will distinguish the genuine from the sham, 
And our life will glitter in all radiance and heavenly sheen!

May.18.2023

~ Placed Fifth~

The Screen of Awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker


Premium Member A Leaf in the Woods

I danced on a herbaceous woodland tree
Twirling, swirling and swaying merrily.
In rain and wind, I remained tension free,
Accepting the vagaries of nature verily.

With Autumn’s arrival, I have grown pale.
As the season’s chilly blasts veer around,
I fear I might lose my balance as I am frail.
Anytime, I might tumble down earthbound.

I am ready to accept my ineluctable fate.
Like a falling star, I see my end near.
When I lose my grip, my fall who can abate?
Anytime I will land on earth, borne in the airy bier.

I must give back the earth what was once mine.
Singing my swan song, I will enter that holy shrine.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Still Trudging

STILL TRUDGING…..

TRUDGE….TRUDGE….TRUDGE….
DAY……AFTER…… DAY
fueling the fires of experience
laying waste the fears of failure
laying stone upon stone of truth’s foundation.


STILL TRUDGING…..

through shifting nuances of doubt
itinerant thoughts mindlessly meandering
through the embers of experience
ego fire walking on smoky memory.


STILL TRUDGING….

over the peaks of euphoria’s joy
into the valleys of serenity’s silent calm
wading through the cold truths of mountain streams
laughing at the voices of canyon-less echoes 


STILL TRUDGING

through the vagaries of life’s uncertainties
looking to the future
wary of the past
living in the present
leaving footprints on hourglass sands.


©9/16/2019

100 words Poetry contest
count verified on word

Premium Member Show Me the Way

Thank you Lord
For a new beginning 
Thank you Lord
For the grace to overcome
The vagaries of the old year
Show me the way to go Lord
For you are my divine compass
The way the truth and life
Thank you father for the new year 
Lead me father every inch of the way
For the roads are strewn with mines
They are strewn with demonic entanglement 
They are threatened by the desire to look back
And be turned into a pillar of salt 
I move forward with confidence 
Assured You are with me always 
And  no one can be against me
On this journey of righteousness 
To repossess what rightly 
Belongs to me

Premium Member Desire

I'm like a Vulcan when you aren't around -
logical, distant, evaluating you
like a product with my friends,
the consumer with a lifetime of buying.

But near you I'm a prisoner
of some consciousness independent of thought,
like a fever or the dreamer,
with the merest semblance of control.

You are light and loose, hair like Spanish moss
and skin like cedar resin, all laughter and agonizing beauty.
The way you lean across the table I only think of kissing you.

I'm sure at times it must show,
like a red stain on a white dress
or some inconvenient ********..

You have some license on me,
a key to a place in me I keep hidden and close,
you fit some interior template of desire.

What good is freedom if I can't tell you?
Oh, The ragged vagaries of loves games.

1000 emotions and I am deserted
to silence by some rule of thumb -
by a faltering consumer confidence
or some feeling of inward nakedness -
when all I want in the world is an open kiss
or to give you an intimate scented something...


Premium Member Fear Transcendence

Let us examine together
The genesis of fear
Where within us is it rooted
How does it appear

First things first; who are we
Certainly not mind-body
Our true essence is living light
Not a this or that somebody

This recognition holds the key
To obtain from fear, freedom 
Our body is but an earth interface
Soul dwells in God's kingdom

Sans thought, our vaporised self
Love suffused is ever aglow
Knowing life as but a lucid dream
Thought spirals become slow

Our soul lives on although body dies
Objects external hold no allure
That that comes and goes is unreal
Vagaries of life we cheerfully endure

We surrender, divine grace in-pours
We’re bliss drenched from head to toe 
Detached presence has no cause to fear
Joyous in the boat God Himself does row

15-January-2023

Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Wild Date

They married in their own garden under the canopy of a Wild Date Tree

An indigenous plant standing tall for sweetness and benevolent spirits

This one untamed and miraculously withstanding droughts in the City of Gold

It gave meaning to their union which had begun with similar unbroken desire


A small bonfire at midday crackled with pure passion and unified souls

It was warm in their hearts and droplets of faith embraced the heat

Shadows of yesteryear’s clouds had retreated from sorrow and sadness

Not long ago the two lovers had eloped into sunshine and started again


A small party of family and friends sat on the grass casually dressed

The bride in an attire from Camden market wore a rose petal crown

That matched the floral display on his colourful shirt which was in date

With Hippie dreams and nostalgic reverberation of rebellion and Peace


Her Anglican priest had refused to wed them ‘I need to ask my bishop

Who would have to absolve you from the sin of divorce and new love’

They found a Lutheran pastor who arrived dressed in African garb

Aptly with crash helmet and Harley Davidson with a roar to his engine


The lovers had decided against fireworks because they would resemble

Gunshots rather endemic in Johannesburg for all the wrong reasons

Sparklers would do nicely and sky lanterns floated into heaven above

Reached high rising feelings released bright unequivocal compassion


‘We honour our ancestors with all their beauty and divine guidance’

They proposed followed by clapping of hands and a rain dance’s vows

The sun sent its rays to bless everyone in the congregation of well-wishers

When it started to rain at the same time they danced naked in the spray


When such water and solar power combines at such a meaningful time and

Forms a rainbow presiding over the ceremony it’s called monkey’s wedding

And its display brings grace and good luck to withstand vagaries and misfortune

With a ring he gave her a wild date as the fruit never failed to deliver its promise



01st July 2019

Premium Member Yeast of Love

the topped her desire with a cherry on the cake

icing sugar crux of the biscuit cusp of pure delight

candles had outgrown the sweet surface of pastry

but she cherished her life just the same evermore

tasted age and radiant light with no shadow of doubt


the older she got she esteemed pleasure and freedom

revered memories and sheltered her many vagaries

as mere kaleidoscopic reflections and mosaic change

tapestry and canvas had altered but not the tenderness

with which she dreamt fantasized and painted the path


she felt at ease with the easel mixed pastels on pallet

tasted whatever tickled her fancy narrated her story

smacked her lips and decoupaged poetry in images

adorned colours patterns and texture with meaning

beyond words and calligraphy stencilled on life


one might wonder what gave her unwavering strength 

to find inner voice and dialogue to express emotions

to blend them with reason and the magic of her mind

why was she so blessed and cosseted despite her fears

a glance into her lover’s eyes responded unquestioned



31st March 2021

Writing Prompt - Cherish - Poetry Contest

Sponsor Constance La France

Premium Member Handle It

Handle It!


and thus the dirty hands crept ever close
searching for neither penny nor for pound
kept down by those of class who never rose
above the station birth to them had bound.

cold eyes that deign to gaze upon such need
immune to all the vagaries of life
hard hearts that clutch despair within their greed
pretentiously saluting drum and fife

soft hands of kneaded dough and watered soup
thin sliced bread spread liberally with love
scrapes pots bottom in hope of one more scoop
gentle lights, empty plates, no parting hugs

proud hands that hold the secrets of our wars
patrol the night lest we might see our flaws


11/18/2016

submitted to – Sonnet - Poetry contest
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Dreams of Flying

And it's no great decree,
This mountain speech,
The floating ebullient vagaries 
(see I've been robbing myself of my own joy)
Seem to drench your sadness like the heaviness of landscapes,
Even one clear and green filled with cows,
And those hanging from green vines, far above the Earth
May be the only measurable moment of true happiness
(I am convinced I have to arrive here in my mind for the floating to occur)
In the sweltering good-vibes of the daily trod.

We figure an effortless smile to be of high, spiritual rank
With the seeds to flower:
Yoga, tea, breathing, sunshine, flowers, granola, blueberries, bad jokes...
We're begging for answers,
Running about the ridges of puzzles,
(wait I think I have a piece)
My hair now standing, rising.

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