Plexus Poems

Alignment

 
 
crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile

pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed

thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues

heart softens atria, ventricles 
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises 

coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical 
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals 

feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction 

rooted into Earth mooted primordial 
authentic estate mirthful immemorial 
aligned connection very refined  
                                        
                                               
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Dweller Of Our Heart

"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun.”

Like a gold coin you sit inside me as I transcend 
closer than the heart closer than the soul  
chakra of old 
faint steady light 
Helios orb of fire 
        daystar ...
                           I journey on and you light my inner path   
you shine like a beacon, in the thick of night... 

Like the golden sun when it blazes like a yellow diamond 
 in the middle of a lovely summer afternoon 
you are a cut above the rest !  
Inside me you radiate and fill me with inner strength 
"Manipura"  
lustrous gem that you are,  
                                       you are the jewel of my solar plexus !  
You are the sun that lives in me, 
                         the light that never fades 
You give me a strong sense of self and you never abandon me. 
 

Inheriting Yourself

You're too far gone for me to step in 
I've given you my blood and precious time.
Society has given you dozens of chances 
yet you drain the system dry.
You're a freight train off track
into the solar plexus of civilization.
You've managed to turn the iridescence of 
love, loyalty, friendship 
into the opaqueness of deception and decadence.

Here you are, a light year beyond your prime
dark deceiver scrounging for dimes.
A Bonafide parasite.
Angelic looks once gave you safe haven- free rides.
Now you've run out of bridges-shallow charisma exposed.

This haven is overgrown with thorn and briar 
the free ride is nothing but taillights in the mist
You've inherited nothing but red eyed dead ends.

selene

clad solar plexus
luminosity enrobed
selene awakes

Roadtrip with Weasels

I thought I heard a weasel pop. 
so, I made a California stop, 
and crawled back into my Corona,
and hit the gas to Arizona. 
They follow me wherever I go, 
the weasels of New Mexico.
Like a slug in the solar plexus,
they went with me to East Texas.
I wiped my brow with a bandana
and barreled through Louisiana.
Somehow, I maintained my grip,
speeding blindly through Mississipp. 
Weasels wore my red pajamas
somewhere near Mobile, Alabama.
There was nothing left of me for ya,
the night the lights went out in Georgia.

Infine Tether Bound

“Whatsoever that be within us that feels, thinks, desires, and animates, is something celestial, divine, and, consequently, imperishable.” Quote by Aristotle

The aurora borealis glowed above us,  
Beckoning us to the stars,  
where meteoroids and asteroids challenge,  
microgravity becomes our new reality.  
stardust speckles our skin,  
creating an ethereal glow.  
I’m lost in your soul's windows,  
diving into your solar plexus,  
drowning in the Milky Way's whirlpool.  
Our bodies sweat, cosmic confetti bursts,  
celestial hallucinations haunt my mind,
my engine is ready to combust,  
asteroid ashes and space dust swirl.  
As our lifetime dissipates,  
I stitch my lifelines to your skin,  
in shimmering ink,
we await the encore of rebirth,  
new bodies formed from cracked constellations,  
descending from heaven's opalescent gate.

Life Challenge

When the ocean water is running over your ships hull,
And the ropes’ lengths are too short to grasp,
Thoughts plunge into your life’s vein,
With a sweet prayer that seems to disappear into semblance will never last.
No answers around as the eye’s vision sense, 
And usually everyone who flights never was a friend to be. 
The look you receive as you walk past the the iron gates,
Back-up severely lacking because of sipping the cup harmoniously.

Further down the holes black, steep and slipping slates. 
The distance is farther and farther to straight sight,
And no Justice for the people who actually seem to even care. 
But the darkness last, can sweeten if
You have to grit down, search the solar plexus’ unique form and oblique inhabited 
Flight. 
And once the garden is soiled and groomed,
Success becomes aplenty and the magician thrives rather than sink.
Be the one that fathers a sense of your better self,
For you need only those incredulous tools,
Don’t set your limits only can you 
Burden, bend and blink.

Mind

Mind; that nebulous cloud,
is not what we suppose it to be.
It is not between our ears or eyes,
that is merely a rented room.
Its lodgings are everywhere.

Mind may reside in a starry hotel
circling a solar plexus,
but even that place 
is only a transitory tent.

Mind is not gray brain-matter,
not a constant twitching of neurons
rooted to a branching spinal cord.

When Mind leaves its borrowed homes
it overwhelms any thought of size or shape,
just as the notion
of a man-made image of God
comically underwhelms.

The keeper of this drunken tavern of Mind
serves love in thimblefuls
but each one is deep enough
for any brain to drown within.

Incandescence

The focus burns through a paper-thin reality
seared rings smolder,
                                      the laser fixed eye
becomes a fire starter.

You watch that slow burn
as the watcher watches the one who watches.

The foothills of mind catch the tinder, simmer
until lightning strikes flash upon an optic nerve,
                        a flare of solar plexus radiance
scorches all before it.

A wind is unchained from a giant painting of stillness
it runs through a hallowed valley of spinal awareness 
charring the seen
                            until an exposure takes on the shape
of molten heat.
                              Now the one who looks
has broken through the tissue of perception.

Fast Food Fool

Hot peppers and spicy horseradish
   a gut-punch to the solar plexus
 Snake venom with moldy cheese
   not tonight, if you please...

 Tadpole skins and locust larvae
   strains my stomach of iron
 But a bloody Mary eggnog combo
   gags the esophagus of this Hawaiian

 Wonder how I developed my bizarre sense of taste?
   ~ A flush of the toilet for whoever said, 'Haste makes waste'

Twinkle Twinkle

We are online, space walking, lights blinking,
not plugged-in or unplugged,
but burning bright in the endless night
umbilical threads waving
within a space-wide Net.

Together we hum on the far side
of a glowing solar plexus.

Often we wonder,
wonder what we are?

Do the stars twinkle or is it us,
are we connected to a nexus
of sparking flames
and what is that alien ringing,
are they tiny bells tinkling
from beyond the beyond?

Are we that twinkling of a forest fire,
its bright branches enlightening
the darkest silence
and are we now the tinder
or fire-starters?

Body Zen

Go direct to your solar per-plexus
you may need a ruler or a compass.
Breathe as necessary.
You are not a minnow inside a whale
though some days it feels like it.
Your intestines are not gummy-worms
though some days it feels like it.
Some body parts
have long Latin names,
just name them all, ‘my soft bits.’

Doctors may occasionally ask you
‘where does it hurt’?
Always point vaguely to your Zen Body,
after all you’re not a Doctor.
Travel serenely out into the world
secure in the knowledge
that you will not fall apart
for several hours.

Rainbow In Full View

Rainbow in full view, dawns within
Bright red, Muladhara chakra
Aliveness we feel, on our skin
Next step orange, lust enigma

Manipura, seat of Rudra 
Rainbow in full view, dawns within
Plexus yellow, cleansing stigma 
Heart abode green, here all souls win

Force of free will, choose love or sin
Pure of heart, rise to Vishuddha 
Rainbow in full view, dawns within
Hue blue; we discard all dogma

Head zone, indigo-violet
Moment to moment, we begin
Bliss throbs heighten, God our pilot 
Rainbow in full view, dawns within

19-August-2021

Kaleidoscope Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

Nonconformity and Anguish

What I miss day and night,
is the nonconformity to realize
that we don't know anything...
Hence, this terrible emptiness
in the soul ...
  This hole in the solar plexus...
An incurable disease in this world
that we call, anguish... !

Spine Poetry From Famous Movies

SEX, NEXUS AND PLEXUS
                   Kama Sutra,
                  Fifty Shades of grey
                 Femme Fatale...
                The Last Tango in Paris...!





       PS Spine poetry, a specific form of found poetry, is a fun way to create your own original poems using book titles written on the spines of books. The poems can be free verse or rhyming, have a rhythm and structure like a haiku poem or not. ...  in this Case i wrote it with titles of movies  !It's all up to you !

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