The 20-pound butterball turkey rests
On a table laden with condiments;
We bow our heads, reach out our hands and bless
And say grace which presupposes our content.
But as we eat, the elephant harrumphs
To lead our banter and wordplay astray,
We assert on Gaza or butterball Trump
Or some other donnybrook of the day.
Alas, the turkey is now quite slighted
And acrimony stuffs the upper hand;
Our argued points are skewed with gestured knife,
Though not a one convinced to alter stand.
Afterward, leftovers are jammed into
Vacuum bags should we choose to someday use.
if the question
presupposes the answer
prompted by eons of conditioning
why then are we dismayed
if delusion deepens
Real love
Takes work
Both sides.
When one gets mad
Need no physical contact
Touch is way better.
Cool head
Real talk
Eye contact presupposes.
Silent tears
Way better
Than a roaring lion.
Space a little
Big patience
Cook the best food.
Don't let sundown set
Without settling both disputes
In round table or in secret.
The echo we seek,
presupposes rejection,
manifesting destiny.
Love in love with love,
for the sake of love alone,
disappears transformed as bliss.
each soul in as identity
be it manifest as form or not
as long as it behaves as an ego
feeling incomplete nurtures desires
thus presupposes separation from God
which is delusion borne of ignorance
representing the human condition
spoken of as our fall from grace
redeemed by purifying heart
As noses go, I’d say mine is okay
if it is viewed by someone from the front.
But if you look at it another way,
it’s not so wonderful; let me be blunt.
My nose is long, and if you’re in a place
where other women are along with me,
take note of how my nose fits on my face.
Sideways it could be the longest you’ll see.
.
Imagine please, if you will, a Roman nose,
which means a nose that is a little bent.
A nicer-sounding word for it I suppose
is “aquiline.” But what by that is meant?
For me, the word “aquiline” sounded chic.
But then I looked it up and got a shock.
I learned it means shaped like an eagle’s beak,
which is also larger than that of a hawk.
What in my DNA presupposes
that I have Italian blood, which I have not?
Most of my sisters have short, cute noses.
Why is it that a Roman nose I got?
Few great actresses have a nose like mine,
but I can think of one whose look is great.
Barbara Streisand – is her nose divine?
That’s a nose folks either love or hate!
That bump - that famous bump! Streisand never
had plastic surgery to make it small.
My role model is she. I endeavor
to love my nose. It stands out – after all!
taking for granted continuity
belief in our life’s perpetuity
presupposes this breath is not our last
and thus the die of delusion is cast
thought, before it crystallises
articulating heart’s emote
let’s go to the source
for it conceals
a hidden longing
seeking a movement
that soul may feel enriched
which presupposes it feels lack
immersion of attention in dreams
does it stem from spontaneity
or is it childlike playfulness
witnessing responses
of illusionary ego identity
slumbering in hypnotic trance
that soul’s reflex instincts be seen
measuring extent of love enablement
bliss manifest
first resisted
then accepted
finally awaited
breath by breath
thus arousing
within heart
an expectation
of benediction
by God bestowed
our anticipation
is a visualisation
memory induced
hoping our form
is bliss energised
in unending renewal
this subtle desire
is alright per say
yet it presupposes
that we’re this body
and not soul eternal
we also feel not
eternal light of Self
which is who we are
pulsating in singularity
wherefrom we descend
into this gross density
unless we fully embody
essence of our true Self
into organic form
holding steady awareness
in an unbroken continuum
we cannot affirm
that we are awake
" ...betrayal begins with trust."
~ Quote_ Phish
Our trust presupposes expectation,
based on a script, being but delusion,
which is the root cause of our frustration;
betrayal plunging mind in confusion.
Love that’s true seeks no reciprocation
and so the fault line is egoic longing,
which over time becomes our fixation;
seeking somehow a sense of belonging.
If we accept all beings as they are,
recognising we’re but actors on stage,
we’ll always shine like a luminous star,
radiating bliss like a tranquil sage.
Let not betrayal, diminish souls light ~
May we effuse love by day and by night
22-May-2023
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Writing Challenge - B Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Life is happiness embodied;
Happiness evolves from celebration;
Celebration presupposes glory;
Glory is an epitome of hard work;
Hard work is foundation of human life;
Encompassing these, Life becomes a
FESTIVAL
Yeah…
Life is a Festival—
Rejoice and celebrate
Toil and earn
Achieve and accomplish—
Certainly NOT an Occasion to be elapsed.
Every day is ceremonious;
Go with a smile and
Success is certain.
The fact that we ensoul this body-mind
presupposes bondage to feeble form,
thus senses five, gender and habits bind,
self-blocking the flow of bliss currents warm.
Fear of freedom keeps us bound in a cage
of conditioning imposed by belief,
veiling the clear truth that this world's a stage,
where cessation alone grants us relief.
With thought flow slow, fears and desires recede,
revealing we're soul, here for a sojourn
and with this recognition, we gain speed
melding with God's light, in this body urn.
No sooner we step out of our soul’s way,
divine love and light becomes our mainstay.
27-November-2022
“How still is our tranquil stillness ~
If it ushers not blissfulness”
_______________
Seeking connection
In active cognition
Presupposes
Separation
Seeker seeking
Is energy leaking
Methinks silence
Needs tweaking
15-September-2022
At last my secret's out – now I can sit and write a spell.
An author fashions means of flight for dormant clientele.
Away to lofty heights of thought...an album, shall I write,
an album crowded full of poems, senses to incite?
An aspiration presupposes gutsy derring-do
and any dreamer worth his charm will ponder déjà vu.
Ambition is the trying out of things that aren't the norm.
Adventure called my name but duty sounded its alarm.
Awaiting dreams for work at hand was not an easy climb;
appointed answer to my quest, retirement came with time.
Alas! small hope I do fulfill, yet even while I pen;
as adolescent dreams are met, I ask, what might have been?
Speckled attention flowing through time
Flitting from moment to moment
Sifts the grime, from pulsations sublime
Choosing as of hearts sentiment
Free will choice, presupposes options
We imbibe but one frequency
Our bondage is this limitation
Feeling incomplete, in ennui
Delusion that we are feeble form
Externalised; everything sized
Spiralling thoughts, manifesting storms
Judgmental eye, each pulse apprised
Discernment for now, serves our purpose
Though propelled by our hearts desire
Thus, if conscience be not our compass
We self-block light, our soul aspires
27-May-2021
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