10 The poet’s dream
Say my friend,
What would you like to reincarnate into?
Bee first, or dragonfly
but life would be too short,
So as an elephant,
But I would be chased into the Savannah,
No, actually,
In jay, swallow, or seagull
To fly every day,
AND never have any worries.
as long as we believe we’re body-mind
forgiveness issues will leave heart in pain
if head melds with heart, both with love aligned
only then will our soul be free from stain
else we will reincarnate to retrain
so life choices we make are up to us
the wise ones hasten to board God’s bliss bus
73.
My Mother
My Mother, maybe like the others
Is conscious in family matters
I know her rags-to-money story
And money-to-rags-tragedy
When I began to be world conscious
Her presence – I was sometimes anxious
For she used to be irritable
Making my simple flaws terrible
Occasionally, she shouts at me
Eventhough I am not far from thee
Yet, my mother's ever generous
She's the one who used to buy me toys
Like Tatay, she'll not make me hungry
That's my parents' greatest legacy
Besides that, to her I attribute
My college institute
She worked for almost twenty-four hours
Burned too much her delicate eyebrows
I regret I still can't compensate
Everything she had done for me great
If given chance to reincarnate
I want for myself to be a straight
So that I'll not be again her guilt!
-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
An evil man decided to become a killer clown after he watched 'It'.
He showed no mercy, murder was a crime that he loved to commit.
And just like in Stephen King's miniseries, he loved to kill kids.
People are still terrified because of what that killer clown did.
Parents started locking their doors and they made their children stay inside.
Human life meant nothing to that clown and he committed many homicides.
He murdered over and over, he committed murder 32 times.
He was eventually caught and executed for his horrible crimes.
That evil clown went to a birthday party and was going to kill every kid there.
But the police were waiting for him and he was arrested and sent to the chair.
As he was being electrocuted, his head burst into flames.
It was a horrific death and he only had himself to blame.
He died in agony because of his horrible sins.
He vowed to reincarnate and start killing again.
Because that evil clown was executed, people are feeling a lot of relief.
The world is a better place because he's no longer causing terror and grief.
Oh hermit, there are no realms or domains,
they are but playgrounds for wayward ego,
since our true Self is free from all such chains,
recognised when all desires we let go.
All the manifest worlds are unreal,
created to fulfil ego’s desire,
where we reincarnate until we heal,
consigning lust to the funeral fire.
Contemplating thus in meditation,
always present in the eternal now,
bliss drenched heart in the void of cessation,
to remain focused on God is our vow.
Save coming undone, nothing need be done,
realising that God and we are one.
Angels are humanoids with bird- like wings.
Travel fast changing locations with swings.
They’re perceived as other worldly soul forms.
They guide and tell humans about His norms
They're messengers between God and mankind.
They discharge His orders that are defined.
They pull out negative power and heal.
We read about them with a lot of zeal
Angels reincarnate into cute girls.
Immaculate with pure hearts as white pearls
They carry legacy to grooms' houses
Connect the families as best spouses
They're the best managers and serve both ends.
Shower love and bliss with more dividends
They build lineage and family trees
Daughters! A family's real trustees
A lunar moth sublime will fly to light
Green larva changes to a lovely moth ,
Its cycle of life like death will bring insight .
Death like a moth you flit about for naught ?
And your karma is like your next life’s cloth
If you fly to close to the light you get burned,
And you will reincarnate lesson earned.
turtles come up to my yard all the time
not sure why
or even if it is hundreds of turtles
or the same turtle hundreds of times
I have no lake or lagoon
I live in a meadow surrounded by woods
we are bordered on the south by a creek
a marsh lies to our east
are they traveling to
or traveling from?
I will never know
even if I reincarnate as a turtle
as is now fashionable
I visited a spiritual medium
it was all to satisfy my curiosity
and relive me from my life’s tedium
entering lucid trance in the vast void
instantly my soul guide appeared
he held my hand and assured
there’s nothing to be feared
in a gentle voice he spoke
body dies but the soul lives on
souls reincarnate time and again
once love’s imbibed our ego is shorn
he then took me into past lives I lived
genders and nationalities rotated
each touch felt was displayed
soul seeking to be liberated
I saw my beliefs were fickle
depending on culture born into
yet in each life my heart sparkled
feeling rhythm of God’s breath renew
I exited the session feeling much wiser
knowing God as pure love and light
He wants us to become as He
heightening bliss delight
Point’s tail feathers were roaring this morning
heavier than usual, today they felt enormously weighted.
have I always been this bogged down? He wondered
Weighted down from end to end, fowled from way back.
his wife did not ask what was wrong.
She has learned it is better not to mention his aches and pains.
the cage feels pretty confined when he is flying like a hummingbird.
He gave her part of a stink eye, but she pretended not to see.
Phoenix men are grouchy in their older ages.
Point had never been grumpy in his youth.
When the babies were growing up.
Now they were gone; he had lost purpose.
Why don’t you reincarnate this morning?
The minute she said it, she knew this was a mistake.
Point gave her another mean look.
“Why? Do you want to get rid of me?”
She begged him to get a hobby, but nothing interested him.
I would be grumpy too, if I did not have a hobby, she thought.
She wandered into the back of their cage and began to write.
“Point’s tail feathers were roaring this morning….”
“here I am in human form
but it was not always quite so
earth is not the only planet I’ve been to
through past life regressions I definitely know"
Soul runs in a cycle continuous,
termed as life, shifting shape or appearance.
Energy transforming ! Oblivious.
Soul entwined with body shows performance .
Soul goes through repeated incarnation
shifting shapes and changing places of birth.
Earth is not the only destination.
There are other options for home or hearth.
Multi Universes accommodate.
As you sow, so may you reap : That is true.
Scope to incarnate or reincarnate,
with past performances to continue.
After demise, soul to leave the body
and for the next journey being ready.
autumn gentle wind
caresses the leaves falling
before their last sigh
~ready to reincarnate
into the next reverie
Sinking butterflies drip from the cocoon of consciousness
which no bee nor horse fly could understand for a blink,
and which even humans wish could retreat to the fallen:
Of a body, of a vein, of a spot across a field.
In what daisy does that petal float
where it found it's fateful bee that resists its wings.
Threats from the concrete river keep it mulling,
always waiting for the stem reincarnate.
Why caterpillar nor sunflower betroth it gift
is a bee's greatest myth.
While men worry of time not spent changing
black and yellow armies collapse with no wars raging.
Ripple through, wave goodbye, droplets leave for the sky.
A bee must drown,
a caterpillar will scatter,
only for the butterfly, with wings agape, to show its beauty in death that waits.
Sticks and stones will kill on sight
anything which proposes light.
Black and white stripes guide only us at night,
how funny that stripes are walked upon without a fight.
The wandering clouds, over the Japanese sky
With mirth and joy passing by
Unknown of the upcoming crisis
laugh of folks in merry bliss
The birds chirping, blessing good
never was it prominent and never it would
Soon the clouds turned gloom
detonated there, a very huge mushroom
"It Is WAR" echoed the west.
Unfortunately, the poor had not been blest
The west warned, but did not heed
the empire was left with bruises and bleed
For what was that ancient state?
Which got buried inside a crate
There was none left to weep
The nuke Wrought the area deep, the area so deep
Extermination, War and death
The ancient Empire took its last breath
What did the innocent do
who got irradiated in the faithless loo
Peasants, workers, poor got wiped
The remaining had themselves sniped
Once again, said the West-
"warned but did not heed!
Extermination and death is what we feed."
So was said, "Then arose A New Empire"
To reincarnate their diminished desire.
There are some times I look up at the sky.
I wonder if other planets there might be
with other humans (same as you and I)
living there. Things like this fascinate me.
Do I myself perhaps exist inside
a faraway place parallel to mine?
Is there a man for whom I was a bride
where our lives were once able to entwine?
I know there is an afterlife, but might
there be other spheres also to explore?
What if I should die on some starry night
and across realms - with the man I adore -
awaken! Oh, could I reincarnate
eventually to find my soul mate?
May 5, 2023
For Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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