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Colors of Love Seasons

Written: April 27, 2024, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France

Quote: "Anything born in spring dies in fall, but love is not seasonal."  by Rumi
Poem Form: Fragmented Rhyme created by Constance La France

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                        In the spring, sensitive blooms awaken,
            Warmth grips as leaves quiver with delight.  
Lovers enripen with colors so unshaken,
Painting hearts in shades of dawn light.  
                        Summer appears with a radiant embrace,
Passion boils beneath the broad sunny face.  
Time moves as waves in a smooth race,
      Souls are bound by the ardent fire of love.
            Autumn sighs in the crisp air above,
                        Flowing from dark to light- tones of dove.
Love ages,  but keeps beauty partaken,
            Yet love endures, steady and bright.  
      Reflecting warmth from an inner space,   
            Over seasons, alteration bears to shove.

Small pleasures

Small pleasures, with love partaken 
The way entwined hearts pair
Our higher centres awaken
Making soul self-aware

By feeling not thinking
Head-heart with love linking
Attain bliss unblinking 

Life’s treasures
Small pleasures

Prayers of Gratitude Are Not All the Same

Thank you for your still laboring pains.
Thanks for the amnesia of suffering
the bedpan and the bible,
the sunny window
that ran with a watery blood
wherever the flying ducks
rushed toward your gun.

Fingertips tingle, the daily callus is softening,
becoming bearable
the way a fox forgets its trap shattered paw.

Thanks for the moonlight dispensed
in cloud-covered dreams.
The applauding grateful
must have partaken of your loaves and fishes
where hooked worms still dangle
bereft of hungry lips.

We are the tenderest of prey again,
the catch we have all been looking for.
What more can be said when gratitude runs away
with its desires still wriggling
and fleshy.

Thank you;
for your mastering love
hath consumed the apple in our mouths
and we are served up
in wide-eyed wonder once more.

Bliss Renewal Continual

As heart does wish, so it is,
getting to endless bliss fizz,
if we choose, without excuse,
making love our only muse.

Vibration variety
partaken in piety,
anchored not at any point,
that bliss of heart, we anoint.

We are spirit, we are light!
Boundless is our soul’s delight!
Each life breath, divine wonder! 
Hark within, soundless thunder!

29-March-2022

Magnetic Heat

Magnetic heat pulsates within
We look on in wonder
Caress divine upon our skin
Feel the soundless thunder

Hidden nadis open
Currents, our soul shapen
Bliss nectar partaken

Feeling upbeat
Magnetic heat

14-September-2021
Quietus

On the Dot At One O'Clock

Sunday roast
A meal I loved
for some time not partaken
When Ma was here 
Well ~ oh my dear
Served on the dot at one o’clock  
And woe betide if we were late
it would be on the table 
upon our plate 
and steaming hot
Whether we were there or not

Nowadays it’s just for one
Has somehow lost appeal
To sit alone now on my own
I really don’t enjoy

Those crispy roasted spuds
with golden Yorkshire puds
buttered carrots ~ roasted parsnips  
on my plate roast leg of lamb
a generous dollop of minty sauce
with thick meaty gravy piping hot
Three cheers for the cook
Three cheers for the host
I can almost taste it ~ I can almost smell it
Ma always cooked the best Sunday roast 

Now my grandson is a vegan 
his girlfriend she is too
my granddaughter a veggie 
oh what am I to do

I cannot beat them 
so I will join them
nut roast now my Sunday roast
but I'm still yearning for the taste
of Ma’s on the dot at one o'clock 
her Sunday roasts delectable
each mouthful unforgettable...

Written 4 July 2021

Contest A BRIAN STRAND JULY 4 
Sponsor  Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE

Our Amnesia

Our amnesia self imposed, as stupor
Dormant, one strain of human chimera
Looking outwards, how within may we bore
Pranic conduits blocked by fear atresia

Awaken hermit! Drink nectar soma
We are the void, yet stymied by closed doors 
Delusional are thought borne ideas 
Our amnesia self imposed, as stupor

Think! Why do we, for fleeting forms clamour 
Grant ego exit by euthanasia
Silence and stillness fills joy in each pore 
Dormant, one strain of human chimera

Having partaken of the ambrosia
Questions cease, as we become the answer
We are the light, needing no umbrella 
Looking outwards, how within may we bore

Oh hermit! Do ourself, this one favour
Let inner light shine in continuità
Rejecting our attachment borne horror 
Pranic conduits blocked by fear atresia

The path is direct, via Sushumna 
Heart reverberating soundless thunder
One with the oneness, life no enigma
Let us choose to drive away, with a roar
Our amnesia

30-December-2020

Merging By Melting

“thought rested awareness manifests our presence
blissful and aglow, in divine entwined parlance”

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The witness stance interferes with experience
Object, being so observed, becomes self conscious
Spontaneity marred, as also innocence 

Recognising then that each touch is sensuous 
Let the trance like dance be playful exuberance 
Singular consciousness gyrations beauteous

Attention softened, flowing then in nonchalance 
Essence of presence in joyfulness celebrates
Aspect allowing savouring each bliss nuance

Ego dropped away; no agenda on our plate
The taste of life partaken in stillness sedate

14-December-2020

(syllabic Terza Rima)

Palm and Feet Chakras

As magnetic electricity within heightens 
Outlets for the energy divine are enabled
That we may share of bliss so partaken 
Thus both palms and feet are awakened

Radiation flows from these nodes gently
As a silent purring hum in silence tranquil
Subtle healing magnetism purring subtly
A conduit for etheric love & light magical

20-October-2020

Dissolving Time

Attention flow
in quanta of time
Let it be mellow
a loving chime

Void of cessation
when trance ends 
Throb of elation
to which ego bends

Stretching the void
deepening the silence
In bliss overjoyed
is pristine innocence 

Merging and melting
ego with the divine
The non doer doing
is in stillness to align

Once we vaporise
as a bliss mist
No ego left to size
we cease to resist

Awareness unbroken
a flowing continuum 
Soma nectar partaken
each node our centrum

07-September-2020

The Merging

Subtle inner shift
Hue imperceptible 
Sees maya veil lift
The tilt vibrational

Enabled sentience 
This earth interface 
In it our conscience 
Draws in His grace

Prayers are heard
Every wish granted
Reality is our word
Save ego planted

Nothing to be done
Except exit trance
Knowing all as one
In joyousness dance

Awareness self aware
Of its self existence 
In nonchalance bears
Burdens in innocence 

Simple watchfulness 
Awareness unbroken 
Blissful joyousness 
Of nectar partaken 

04-September-2020

To Be Frank

am i
right
that the
writing rite
for those of who
have partaken in it

more 
than
once

have
their
own way
even safe to
say a particular 
personal but not always 

necessarily
initiationally
immatating

that same
something
that caused an
equal but opposite
reaction the first time a 
synapse sparked pleasurably

then a minute
but in no time
now minutely

needing
nothing
even simple
things like using
the same pen again
or blowing a ram's horn

in truth
if truth
be told

you blame
your muse
but i never have
to for through today's
technology an email will do

if she says she's 
feeling lazy then
i with poem paint

will drip in
a thought
of time clocks
melting over some 
tree limbs and then finish 
by hanging this on a tired wall

where it will 
be for me to
find perhaps

looking from a
bove at what is
in the upper west side of 
Manhattan's Guggenheim but
hardly being a labyrinth since it is
circular yet was designed by Lloyd Wright

Love Me Lillian

Love me - not for my looks
Love me - not for my wealth
Love me for being
For seeing
For sharing
For caring

Love me to ease my pain
Love me for the laughter we share again
Love me for the memories of the past
Love me for our tenderness, hold me fast
For unspoken spirit that binds
For knowledge partaken of all kinds

Love each touch
Love me for my eyes open and closed
Vision
Premonition
Wrong decision
Recognition

Love me for my uncertainty
My worry
Impatience always in a hurry

Love me
For looking at the moon
Massage tender, kiss and swoon
Love me, for our trip on earth did end too soon

Each seek the attainable forever-changing dream
As we grow older, knowing things are never
Ever what they seem

Love me for the sleep of sleeps
Eternal that we share
Love me for my love for you
Precious always, some to spare

Love me for each beginning, wonder
Must it end?
Love me; I am what I am
Forever live, eternal friend.

Go Forth, Ii

Sent away from the chattering clan
without having partaken,
or having partaken, but not for very long,
now sitting, sulking, licking my wounds,
or dreaming , shamelessly or shamefully longing
for an aloof, forbidden goddess,
grumbling, I know I've been wronged;
quietly preaching to the walls, I know I was right;
unable to utter a word, I know nothing at all;
yet I understand that they do not understand
and no, I cannot elaborate,
but yes, I do understand, they do not,
or will not - laughing, scorning my pleas -
will not understand.
Yes, that is it, I think, they will not.
And while I know none of their craft,
I'm sure, if nothing else, that they are wrong.
I'm sure that I am right.
I think that I am right. Perhaps I am right.
And their instruction and warning and discipline
and frightful howls of derision
will not very soon abate.
They may yet set about my licentious flesh
as would Phineas, righteous and bloodthirsty,
his lance eager and true.

24th March 2005

Alone In a Queen Sized Bed

alone in a queen sized bed 

grieving can be self indulgent
partaken of in moments alone
so needy to pull you back into my life  
my life 
ours no longer

grieving is not wet most of the time
it is dry heaving sobs of anger and 
aching skinraw untouched hours of night
crashing on consciousness unbidden
orpheus teach me

slow slips into deep seas dark as
the black side of a cold moon 
light memories like phosphorescent fish 
all teeth and no body dazzleblind
here is the gate to hell

god i hate you in this place
you have crushed my heart
scattered my love as carelessly
as a child's pass through dry leaves
what do i trade for you

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