Those we love do not go away,
they walk beside us every day,
sometimes they fall as drops of rain,
washing away heartache and pain,
and then, shine upon like sun-ray.
Sending blessings through the soft snow,
they make our winters warm - mellow,
glowing among the twinkling stars,
smiling within fragrant flowers,
they guide us along the life's flow.
Those we love do not go away,
they walk beside us every day........
Placed fifth
Those we Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mystic Rose Rose
don’t thrust belief on my heartbeat
for I dwell not in lower mind
instead feel love’s magnetic heat
bliss delight which I follow blind
with vibrations of God aligned
She picked his poetic flowers
Her tender hope a crumbly seed
Each morn, in wait to taste his feed
She craved him till eve’s florid hours
In need to sate her stark bowers
heart dances to rhythm of bliss beats
soul’s fulfilment that so completes
boons borne by divine magnetism
illumining mind-body prism
mirroring within God’s heartbeats
body has its need, we have ours
flavour of limitation sours
the saving grace is bliss rapture
divine spark mind cannot capture
dwelling in which we spend our hours
joining the dots, mind game inane,
tracking pitter patter of rain,
the pull of divine magnetism,
cascading in body-mind prism,
God’s benediction healing pain
expressing a spectrum of light
ushering within bliss delight
instead of letting rapture grow
our lower mind impedes the flow
fragmented thought, not boon but blight
the first object we see is space
holding us close in warm embrace
a truth we fail to recognise
since mind would weigh, measure and size
thus self-blocking influx of grace
On The Corner
Ye Olde Shoppe still stands on twelfth street
surviving despite the box stores.
The owners never miss a beat
always willing to hand out treats
to children who come through the doors.
A hunter swift with eye that gleams
this Falcon's life's not what it seems.
Once endangered the Falcon cries
rarely heard in Western skies,
now seen up high in city dreams.
Wishing to get our lost joy back,
we employed every known mind hack,
to rekindle the flame of bliss,
that was birthed by our lover’s kiss
but shadows lacked scent of lilac.
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Recalling times when our heart sank
and soul’s resolve too did then tank,
though we feared, obstacles were cleared
because we were by God’s hand steered.
Save Him upon who can we bank?
The sword God wields is made of light,
transforming the dark gloom of night,
freeing souls from bondage to mind,
that His caress, loving and kind,
exhumes fear and bestows clear sight.
Our to do list knocks on mind’s door
but we don’t live there anymore,
so when the echo returns not,
cravings of ego come to naught
and bliss in-pours through every pore
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