TRANQUIL IMAGES
imagination's
impending
arrival
dignified
simple
immersed
in
motifs
of
surprising
themed
coincidences
veiled
with
fanciful
wonder
lively
vigorous
episodes
characterising
ostensibly
profound
contemporary
illusions
to
apply
&
witness
intimate
schematic
formulations
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
a pail of water they would fill.
I guess that is their story still.
It always was and always will,
but, this reason given, ostensibly
does not hold up to scrutiny.
Let's take another look and see,
and, so, rewrite history.
What do you think this couple did -
something good morals would forbid?
I think they wanted to be hid
from prying eyes, off the grid.
An unseen lamp hidden in the realm of the mind
someone kindles to light up the dark gaps of thought.
Unperceived, it creates the beams of contemplation,
illumines the concealed pathway of the destined journey.
The paused thoughts create an intricate mental fresco,
the time transcendence makes it ostensibly self-radiant,
enmeshing the soul within the maze of the craving ego
that designs the forlorn corridor for the lonely journey.
As the lamp gets extinguished by the self-created gale,
awareness is lost in the abysmal depth of darkness.
The willful psyche clings to the sense of entrapped self,
getting confined within the bubble of illusion.
The obsessive free-will seemingly dormant,
enwraps the misty mind with an unreal veil,
for the free-rule tenets morph the ego into a trap
in the sphere of the fantasized self-deception.
In the ensnaring realm of fabricated passion
the cage of self-image captures the deceptive being.
As life swings on the cradle of the lingering time,
reflective pause causes the polarity interchange of acuity.
“Fake it till you make it”
Now the world reeks of fake
And the throng who hail it
Suffer no shame or ache
For the welcome we bade it
Ostensibly for our sake
Camouflages the first who said it
And in his wake
We live and believe it
All fake, give or take
Can’t stand it, can’t shun it
Just sincerely fake
K. Muitherero
Divided, sundered, separated, we
Inhabit some place south of “what a shame”.
Vicariously, vodka got the blame;
Opinionated arrogance? Scot free!
Recalcitrant? On that we can agree.
‘Comportment unbecoming’ means the same;
Establishing the language aids the game,
And if we are in perpetuity
Beholden to each other (and we are!),
Suppose we both ignore the papers signed.
Ostensibly, you’re free to use the car;
Logistics can go hang! Are you inclined -
Unless you have a better plan in mind -
To come around tonight, and raise a jar?
"My truths are the shared essence of empathy in the
fabric of universal oneness" - Quote by Poet.
The obsessive free will ostensibly latent,
overpowers the dazed mind with trance of falsehood,
obscures the righteous course God designs, l need to take.
The radiance of heavenly light floods my essence, I discern,
drive away the shadow of ego,
I emerge enlightened from the dismal domain of self conceit.
From the clasping fold of karmic destiny I’m released free,
transcend the limits of time and space, the soul surpasses
from mortal case, merges with the absolute entity.
I feel devout breath flow sincerely
with the current of embracing love, see the divine beauty
in everything God has gracefully created for us to marvel.
Empathy then drips from my heart,
defines my truths that I believe connect us.
I hope to be the most convenient thing for thee
Though in the flesh I’m still unreachable to you
But in ethereal sense you may rely on me
Recline on me, this may be helpful too
I walk the sunny streets habitual ways
And like a watermark ostensibly shines through
the houses walls, the trees, there is your smiling face
Your dearest face I see, as if I am with you.
The assigned unseen lamp hidden somewhere,
someone kindles for you when you’re made to arrive.
Unperceived, it creates reflective beam of contemplation,
illumines the pathway of your destined journey.
The free will you make as the mental mural of pride,
the lamp makes it ostensibly self-radiant,
enmeshing your soul within the maze of formidable ego,
that designs the deviant road you travel undisciplined.
On the way you pick up some flowers of wilderness,
someone graciously blossoms only for you,
but you think these are epitome of your self-made image,
worthy of affirmative celebration of self-seeking euphoria.
On the way you tread on the trail of anguish thorns,
you think you would pave a new amiable track soon,
and won’t suffer on the stinging journey for long,
but the perpetual torment lingers on.
The disowned lamp then gets extinguished by itself,
in depth of darkness you lose awareness unrestrained.
The willful psyche clings to the sense of disarrayed self,
and gets confined within the bubble of delusion.
They took the measurement daily
Precisely on the stroke of noon
By bouncing a laser beam
Off the surface of the moon
The results were recorded
With great precision and care
Not just yet any reason for
Anxiety, worry or despair.
On the time scale of a human
Still Many eons and eons away
But on the Galactic time scale
Not much further than a day
The moon would escape from
The Earth’s weak gravity pull
And on that fateful day the Earth
Would feel the effects in full.
The delicate equilibrium
Be destroyed as it moved on
And green inhabitable Earth
Probably be irrevocably gone.
Mankind’s vanity of being special
Gone as it slowly died away
But on a galactic time scale
They’d existed less than half a day.
The planet would still serenely orbit
A world now ostensibly asleep
But who know what may be stirring
In the now static oceans’ deeps.
Intrinsic awareness,
sensuous stream
in the vale of time,
channeled challenged
through mind’s myriad
angularities accentuated,
carries in coherent current
ceaselessly,
the cognitive impulses
criticality conjured,
surging swathing waves
of enlightenment
across formless emptiness
of amorphous perception.
The pulse of time
vibrates with perpetuity
in inner space,
intuitively infinite,
the cadence in harmony
with the intonation
of eternity,
the manifested
timeless transition
from one phase
to another
in continuum,
modulated mystically
by stimulus shimmer
of the illumined soul.
The life force
ostensibly obscure,
abhors vacuum,
persistence pervasive
propels the essence
of the existent
in nothingness niche.
A requiem for an artist
was painted on a man's mind
This artist attempted to change the world
to heal it from inside
The man took the brunt
of all of her messages of hope
She sent them ostensibly to him
to help him cope
But really what the artist wanted
was just to be heard
To not be a blank portrait
Overlooked, unheard
The artist tried to heal the world
to heal her own pain
To push back the dark
hold on to love, to resist being insane
The man reflected he understood
He showed that he heard that she cared
The man was going through personal growth
so some of the exchange scared
The man now has the knowledge
that the world is his to create
The artist knows the two met
as if an act of fate
Perhaps the world will heal
Perhaps it will continue on
Perhaps the man and the artist are more closely drawn
A man received the insightful rantings of an artist who paints the world.
And because of this, another artist exists.
Requiem for an Artist - Artimus 2/2001 (C) Susan Manley
Theres a wish to punish the aged again.'
Its intended to start in old Britain..'
To protect their lives ostensibly
The government intend to be turn-key
To remove familiy contact (all for their good)
To sap their resiliance; its by many understood
Euthanistic doctors may be on hand??
You would almost think there is a plan??
A sort of plan-denic?? Is that at hand? Or is
Misinformation?? Abroad in the land?? So much
To consider.? So little to know.! But the biat is
Really rocking is one thing that shows..!
RESPONSIBILITIES
motives
bequeathed
apparently
& ostensibly
in a
generative
proliferation
of
inherent perspective
of
upcoming
tranquillity
employed
as
aestheticas
inclusions
with conviction
embedded
in a
mirror image
to disclose
hard-pressed
perfection
translated
by reason
COLLABORTIONS
visual
indications
entirely sensual
in
a
prolonged
lament
a
nuanced
concept
ostensibly
incompatible
ambiguity
jnterpreted
instilled
in
shadow
a
transitory
dream
of
ultimate realty
generosity
a
distinctive
summation
of
a
complex
posture
dense&empty
"Edified mind lights life in darkness, senses divine grace
in soul suffused with bliss" - By Poet
The compulsive free will ostensibly latent,
envelopes my mind with transient shroud,
obscures the ordained pathway God makes,
l need to travel for it’s designed for me.
The invisible glow of the omnipresent radiance
wraps my obsessed essence, but I don’t discern,
for I formulate life’s self-centric false image
in the fabricated domain of self-deception.
Out of the dark abyss of despair,
in inward journey through layers of awareness,
my soul perceives the gleam of divine beacon,
lighting up the path to the precinct of bliss.
After the aberrant exploits the errant mind
finds the dismal trail of vice illumined,
the secret door opens to the inner sanctum,
where conscience glitters in heavenly light.
When the notion of being becomes devout purpose,
the soul shines with spiritual sheen,
then in self-searching endless endeavor,
I perceive godly grace in the realm of divinity.
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February 8, 2023
Theme chosen : Divinity
Contest : Writing Challenge - D Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
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