terrene is vacant as void is vibrant
sensations, perceptions, objects, subjects
evaporate then wander cofibrant
dimensional world ceases all effects
dichotomised self dwells only on Earth
formless expanse evaporates desires
core awakened eclipse memory and mirth
spirit rhapsodic outside every mire
mind free from flesh revels in pristine bliss
earth wind fire water ether appear veils
disappear cyclical clocks no remiss
raptured crystal core perfumes golden grail
complexities cease, thoughtforms evanesce
anaharta achieves nirvana, naked
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It vexes me
I toss and turn
I cannot find the words to describe the beauty in sight
For I am a humble man of ink
New words have to be created to describe the fraction of the beauty that you are
But alas I do not hold such power
For I would have created a whole library
Just to describe your beauty, my love
Forgive me my love
For I cannot describe your beauty to the unfortunate who didn't see you
Else the Emperors would have cried and gave you their empires
Just for you to be at their funeral pyres
Some say Aphrodite cried the day the Titan made you
It broke her, it made her irate
She punished the Titan severe
But the Titan was rhapsodic for he knew he bested her
And so you came into this world
Amongst the quarrel of the Gods
Like a ray of light
In my empty life
A rhapsodic delight in a carmine feathered coat,
a cardinal sits amid the verdigris limbs;
with breast puffed out
he croons lovely tones as
vibrations of harmony
to my ears;
Ah, nature is bliss!
The remnants of the castle I had built
with the silver sands of my dormant dreams,
sank at the bleak bottom of breaking waves
in the stormy sea of wrecking strife.
Emerging free out of the distressed debris,
as I paced my pensive life on the reverie plateau,
in the fantasy realm of aspiration I grew wings,
soared to silver-lined cloud in the seamless sky.
Looking far I found a golden nest in the thicket,
with a sense of pride I entered enthralled.
It turned into a cage, I couldn’t spread my wings,
confined with stifled free will, I forgot how to sing.
Impelled by the wind whispering the spring sonata,
I broke open the cage to flee from the gilded trap,
escaped the captivity of glorified prison to fly again
in the boundless sky in the air of rhapsodic freedom.
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March 20, 2022
Contest : Freedom
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Brexit Sonnet No.6
‘Rhapsodic Key of Blue’
So much hurrah, so much for cherished symbol,
That one could be forgiven to believe it true.
But for me there’s no electric tingle,
From passing ports in rhapsodic key of blue.
If this the blue, please God, what’s red and white?
Perhaps Saint George with maiden now entwined,
Will ask for one days leave from work as right,
Or any other Brexit Beast can’st find.
Our rods and cones are surely most to blame,
Mine own to colour problems greatly prone.
Not one of us view colour quite the same,
A divisive issue, the passport’s colour tone.
I’m glad I see not the colour nor the shade,
And turn’st my back on argument Blue has made.
©Keith Murphy
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