I thought my words were stars, unshaken,
But they were only lamps in mist—
Too bright with pride, too quick to waken,
Too eager for a fleeting tryst.
Now softer rhythms touch the page,
They move like rivers, slow and deep,
A gentleness comes with quiet age,
And truth no longer stirs from sleep.
The vanity of sounding grand
Has slipped like ash between my hands,
I lean instead on earth and sky,
And write the way the roses die.
If I have grown, it is by loss—
By setting down the crown, the gloss,
Until my words are bare, yet whole,
Like light that falls and heals the soul.
Wounded by its lack
Distrustful of it
Inured to its absence
In thrall to its allure
Fooled by its simulacrum
Estranged from it
Paralysed by fear of losing it
Inexorably exposed to it
Resolved against it
Consumed by longing for it
A scholar to its foreign texts
A slave to its compulsions
Compelled to search for it
Forever
Hopeful
slowly we evolve
blinking within universes
moving forward solve
facing ourselves in mirrors
knowingness sees then stands deep
nothing becomes time
matter meaningless messy
we sing songs as chime
when awakening to truth
egos escape shiver shake
let go forgiving
untangle own threads and dread
climb green trees to see
eclipses giving clarity
on the path with sanity
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
let your blueness flow in tides
for hot bread and blankets red cosy
loosen grids to free muddled minds rosy
so all may smell
nasturtiums tangling moist moss bells
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
slip here in solitary hours mild
to turn dial in cold of night
tuning to forgotten memories
of secret airy flights
where you taught mysteries
which I now remember as histories
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
are you chanting or baking chide
or decorating star garden walls
awaiting awakening calls
the dark silences of your eyes
embracing arums
we arise
I y e a r n for H O M E
~~~~~~~~~
slanting hue
sink every desire due ~
cackle at humans
The sadness turns into a haunting grief,
When suddenly my loving spouse leaves,
Tears start flowing with choked emotions,
End of world seems in sight, till tears run dry.
The saga continues for days, months, and years,
The laughter and joy disappears, no hopes in sight,
The love and support of family and friends,
Soothes the pain and sustains the life.
Though absence shapes the world I now behold,
Your voice persists in every quiet breath,
A whispered comfort in the softest moment:
Love endures beyond the final parting.
And sometimes, late in the hush before dawn,
I feel you in the sigh of the wind, in a lingering scent.
Is that your hand on mine or my heart calling to yours?
Do souls return—not in form, but in tenderness shared—
To soothe the ache with silent compassion,
To whisper: love endures, tethered beyond space and grief?
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 6 Poetry Contest// Sponsored by: Mark Toney
( 7th Place )
Written: August 10, 2025
I run the miles deep within,
a subdued race, an unspoken intent,
devoid of spectators-- no finish line,
just breath and heart, both entwined.
The shades lengthen along my path
but still a soft dawn finds its way turning into gray.
Stage by stage a tale, flaw, and goal,
rushing, steady flow.
The road stretches far, but I endure—
a counterfeit concealed, strong and pure.
through storms that howl, nights that weep,
I keep the pace, I am awake.
With each mile that challenges my thoughts,
I find a surprising wellspring of strength.
not in the roar or triumphant--
but in the stillness, I transformed!
A marathoner not of feet,
but of the unflinching heartbeat,
so when the world drifts apart,
I run the internal reach.
From the unmanifest all worlds arose,
with control delegated to a god,
who whilst shape shifting, can strike any pose,
to which heart feels drawn in mind-body pod,
that pure wisdom and power in us grows,
enabled upon giving love our nod.
The gods we believe in are everywhere,
so form or formless, as of free will pair.
God being the all, dwells in every form
and made in His image, we are as He
but the form we speak of is a bliss storm,
eternal living light, soul’s eye can see,
once touched by kundalini’s currents warm,
whereupon beyond concepts, we just Be.
Our being-ness thus, entwined with the all,
is complete freedom, our soul does recall.
At the crossroads, paths of seekers divide,
with a personal God, the choice for most,
whilst a few souls in the void wingless glide,
to freedom absolute as they so coast,
they find the highest God in heart inside.
Whatever be our path, first and foremost,
to be self-taught, we must first slow down thought,
reducing all fears and desires to naught.
Man’s path of least resistance
is described as destiny.
The outcome predetermined,
as a river running to the sea.
playful progeny of my creativity
the product of my muse ~
I gave it my all
AP: 1st place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
In halls where silence speaks louder than words,
I stand, a beacon amidst the unseen.
Their gazes, sharp as unspoken swords,
Pierce through the facade, where I've always been.
Once, my voice resonated with pride,
Now, it's drowned by murmurs and disdain.
Yet, I endure, with dignity as my guide,
In a place where respect is hard to attain.
But within me, a fire continues to burn,
For teaching is more than a mere profession.
It's a calling, a passion that will return,
To a realm where my worth is not in question.
So, I'll rise above the shadows they've cast,
Seeking a future where my spirit is free.
For in the end, it's not about the past,
But the legacy of the teacher I choose to be.
A touch is a hug for the lonely,
I thought as I sat on that plane.
The sleeping man beside me,
Would never know that feeling he made.
As his head nodded off,
His elbow extended to mine.
This little little tap
Echoed in a hollow mine.
I savoured such a warm embrace,
From the man that would never know me,
But I couldn’t help but be reminded,
Of all those times I have felt lonely.
shakti faculty uncoils awake, rise
sacred kundalini life-force stream
connecting radiant spiral wheels gleam
ecstatic prana floods to paradise
creative energy winding serene
unifies with cosmic Supreme divine
sanctified exposed exalted benign
purified individual Soul seen
equal masculine and feminine poles
high frequency Source liberates powers
supersonic singular wisdom grow
gracefully presents fertility whole
hot bellied alert colour fruity hours
spinal heat euphoric consciously flow
~~~~~~
"Abraham, you hurt me deeply, failed me, betrayed me, and made my heart weep.
I thought I could trust, but you proved me wrong,
Took me for granted, didn't care strong.
But still, I forgive, not for you, but me,
To heal my heart, set my soul free.
I won't hold onto pain, won't retaliate,
I'll rise above, don't need your hate.
You changed me, made me see,
Despite the hurt, I'll let go and be.
I'll ignore the pain, forgive, and move on,
Find myself, and a brand new dawn.
Thanks for the lesson, though it was hard,
You made me stronger, and my heart scarred.
I'll use this pain to grow and learn,
And find my way, and a brand new turn."
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