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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
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.
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
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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
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...
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
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
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
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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
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.