The guru’s welcome address
asks his students to suppress
lust and tread gently on earth,
faith-filled heart bubbling with mirth.
We cannot say we agree,
since we’d rather roam carefree,
mood and mode, embrace-release,
garnering the truth with ease.
Instead of suppressing lust,
steering heart towards deeds just,
doing thus, standing erect,
we do as God does direct.
There’s no shortcut, walk the talk
and before fear forms don’t balk,
simply purifying heart,
God-search in silence jump start.
As for faith as blind belief,
how can we turn a new leaf,
until we are touched by grace
and we see God face to face?
Of course negating desire,
ignites our heart’s sacred fire,
thus the Buddha’s middle way,
perhaps may make earth life play.
Holy books do seek to teach,
just as weary pastors preach,
so we listen and reflect,
which boxes need to be checked.
Standing on felled trunks and fallen leaves —
Desolate members of a fractured society —
Palms whose long and winding stretch marks emit
Brotherly sustenance among inherited groves.
Aroma hangs preciously on the unseen rafts of
Grottos of local ambience, opening and unlatching
The shut avenues of myth-making tradition.
I stand among them —these
Sober trunks of fertility, and grand crawling soldiers,
Whose water receptacles provide the gush of tasty
Deluge used in purifying man, in oiling the creaky
Joints of eternal being.
This lane and this vista —the laughing grounds of
A broken earth.
FORESHADOWED PICTORIALS
purifying
sensory
illusions
of
inner
necessity
accepting
reformulated
motifs
in
tender
playful
earnestness
impulses
to
obligate
contradictory
persona
surrounded
by
anythings
& everythings
[Placed 2nd : Standard Contest
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin]
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hug
extracts
incense smoke
penetrate veins
woody breast opened
rooted solid
smiling leaves
waving
dance
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Poet’s Note : Cedar is an important Native American ceremonial tree, the bark used for incense and as a purifying herb. It is associated with prayer, healing, dreams & protection. Many consider the Cedar a symbol of sacredness & providence. Its bark, used in sweat lodge ceremonies has a sweet, strong smell ~ making it conducive to spiritual work. This tree symbolises purification & inner transformation.
In ancient Native American rituals, tribes danced around Cedars saluting their attributes. I start this Ninette with HUG & end it with DANCE as salute to the POWER OF ONE.
The trees looked chocolate against the marshmallow snow
My eyes were downcast my mood was low
It seemed I was in a game of whack a mole
clobbered whenever I popped out of a hole.
The snow was hard packed, the sky was dark blue
I felt old despair though it all seemed new
Strong sun in the sky, cool air in my face
But memories followed like a dog on the chase.
(chorus)
Dark blue light, shine through the seam
Between the man I am and the man I've been
Live day by day, step by step
Harsh to remember, but mustn't forget
I took the side trail to Wilson Park
A sycamore tree stood with spotted bark
Its massive twisting arms were bare
It almost glowed against the air.
Above soared a lost sea gull
Outside was sharp, inside I was dull
My past hung on like an undead corpse
Couldn't tell it to leave, tell it to divorce.
Can't find a resounding excuse, just pieces
Can't explain to my nephews and nieces
Can't drag a reputation out of the mire
And burn it in a purifying fire.
Does it matter where I was framed?
Scavengers divebombing on the shamed?
Some lies were told, but facts remained
Much damage done, much honor stained
“He attains to the supreme Self, who is eternal, pure, fearless, formless, and supportless, who is without body, without desire, beyond the pairs of opposites, free from illusion and of undiminished power.”
The breath of God animates inert dust
which then in turn develops an ego,
which distanced from source engages in lust,
till reaching exhaustion, cravings let’s go.
Knowing we’re spirit, not this body-mind,
when with the throb of bliss beats we concur,
purifying heart, once divine aligned,
polarities merge and boundaries blur.
Exiting space time, we see in clear sight,
that we have been to by the scriptures lied,
for who in truth we are, is living light,
which we mark as the day delusion died.
Made in God’s image, we are as is He ~
Once our ego dies, we are truly free
“I drink poetry like champagne in Timelessness, purifying me, strengthening me, calming me…” Poet
Fear not to seed dismantling of Time
as fairies jingle to eternal rhyme
relay questions to angelic billies
surrender thorned horn as muted chime
Delightful drum rolls voice verses frilly
listen lingering to lyrics silly
fingering silky hair, smooth tulip neck
frequency of name will be moon's tilly ~
Fear not to transmute hot tears that wreck
soothing away of niggly grains of speck
tinkle brass keys in freedom's pearly waves
gliding Spirit’s sanguine undying beck
Hail now, splendid maids with cute sterling knaves
let poems bring sleep in dream cosy caves
ache not for peeps or smooth ebony cheeks
drink pomegranates' nectar, leaving raves !
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Standard Contest : A Beautiful Rubaiyat
Sponsor : Constance la France
Feb. 26 : 2nd Placement
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A fresh symbol of life
Earths systematic renewal
A blessing from the heavens
Tears falling from the sky
Music dancing from every cloud
The earth singing a chorus
A steady beat of the drum
The atmospheres confetti
Washing away the dirt from the land
Purifying every inch of this beautiful land
The opportunity of new life
Soothing and peaceful
Conceptual understanding quietens mind,
whilst realisation is savouring the taste,
of nectar of bliss in heart divined.
Purifying soul, our heart chaste,
dwelling in silence in the vibrant void,
in timeless time we are then by God graced.
With ego exhumed, our delusion is destroyed
and we find our being beyond space-time,
living light of Self, pure and unalloyed.
Directly experiencing the bliss beat chime,
the heartbeat of God, our true Self does mime.
The old ways
are done
The new ways
of love
slowly but
resolutely
unfold,
and show
themselves
to their fullest,
generating
a great flow
of all-purifying
hope
my essence to nose as honey to tongue
purifying power moves you to One
rooted and decorated I stand atomic
down from seventh heaven cosmic
I’m tough, hardy, regarded as Old School
though ever-new coloured petals drool
milky sap as sacred unseen ambrosia
woven in fifth sheath, Atman’s kosha
Adamic my aquiline profile I breathe
connection memories, ascension eased
brain wave entrainment silent reviewed
time-space exquisite pure quarks exude
seraphic perfume as garden valance
invoking blissed emotion within balance
sanguine I worship, triggering transmutation
darkness to loosen my blossom’s salvation
pastel or bright in sunrise dewy morn
connecting to dynamo ancestors shorn
sighting me is intriguing immortality born
abide beneath my falling petals each dawn
sensations edenic across my butterflied
c e r e b e l l u m spied
my innocence your life awakening
earth minerals my satiating ~
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Placed : Third : Contest : Tree Personification
sponsor : Tania Kitchin]
27.9.25
GOLD AWARD POEM: Allpoetry: July 26
From the nourishment of the Earth, they
grow colourful and vibrant, to cover the
naked branches of the trees.
To the trees, a blessing are the leaves.
No matter their size, colour, or shape,
together in unity they toil,
Day and night, rain or shine, purifying
the air not just for one living creature
but for all living creatures,
To the Living, a blessing are the leaves.
Withered and torn, they mingle in the
breath of a gentle breeze, one by one,
softly falling to the ground to nourish
the Earth.
To the Earth, a blessing, are the
leaves.
By Zyrool
There I now have stars in mine hair.
Attained cosmic radiance beyond compare.
The light of the stars is now all mine.
Cosmos being shifted by my will so divine.
There I now hold the Suns in my hands.
Providing warmth and light to all my lands.
Photosynthesis one of many original laws,
I am simply a new goddess healing flaws.
There I now have the Moons atop my head.
Shifting the tides and oceans of all people.
Guiding in times of darkness and dread,
As I am purifying nights, purging all evil.
There I now hold the Earth in my arms,
As my prayers for every nation and child
Slowly unfold over time reducing the harms
And someday life will be more mild.
I am yellow-green! Peridot the color of self-esteem
Protective against life’s rife that may stream
I come from the earth’s rich interiors ore,
xenolith layers that make up its inner core
Purifying positive spiritual energy and well-being
Channeling love to intrusive shadows unseen
When sunrays shimmer thru shade tree leaves,
you’ll see me glinting behind the summer breeze
Dewy meadows in warm August blankets at sunrise
I am your luxuriant gift, and you are the prize
With eyes for no other, seeking God alone,
viewing material desires as mundane,
in mindfulness our consciousness as we hone,
befriending silence, we shed off ego’s chain,
purifying our heart, the way we atone,
that this gift of life bestowed be not in vain.
Moment by moment thus steadying resolve,
divine entwined, in timeless time we evolve.
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