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barren rock cliffs edge skyward to
an ocean of endless blue
gazing across the calm lake
my heart engulfed with possibilities anew
colors of brass trumpets and almond drops adorn
a scape of lavish green where yellow purity is born
within a single moment my spirit cry rejoice
cleansed in Gods grace I am once again reborn
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A John Freeman Contest
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Along a conduit we are led
Finer than a gossamer thread
Designated nodes meet and greet
Divine magnetism, so well-bred
Bliss mists fill us from head to feet
No wonder then, our heart’s upbeat
This benign burn transforms our soul
Manifest within as cool heat
Feeling complete, blissful and whole
Thoughts rest; we presuppose no goal
Our toroidal heart is aflame
We reclaim soul’s light, ego stole
Recognising life’s but a game
We disrobe without feeling shame
We see soul as ocean of light
Fulfilling then thus our life’s aim
03-June-2023
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I have spent my life in tormenting pain,
from activities I must just refrain;
oh, the aching, throbbing, and agony,
but, I endure, I cope and don't complain.
I find tranquility in fantasy,
in the penning of divine rhapsody;
in the harmony of spirit and soul,
and I find peace . . . at the art gallery.
Courage and the strength of me is my goal,
I ignore aching and pain's rigmarole;
with resolve I control my emotion,
my spirit- with mind and body console.
I let my words soar over the ocean,
on white paper I pour my life broken;
I have spent my life in tormenting pain,
like a bird I rise, drift- never frozen.
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First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays
wet patio shrub basket in the haze
zealous heartland tower cry as life force
celebrate and savour August rare days
Magenta skylines cluster silken clouds
blue ocean colour eyes that worship shrouds
a fancy surreal canvass so divine
it mesmerises jubilant bright crowds
Summer fun arcades stoke our dream world mind
gasps of red tint bliss a peak season find
earthbound poise dilates refulgent cascade
rocking beach tune fare blurs dark strain purblind
Sapphire plinths that anchor stoic ambit
vision on parade my high rise gambit
traipse amid the dahlia euphoric
seventh heaven rapture’s cloud nine orbit
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Earth entity seeking ascent
Is thus not here and now present
Feeling discontent with is-ness
Not yet grazed by the bliss current
Desires spawn thoughts, scarring stillness
Cause of our mind-body’s illness
Consciousness is boundless like space
Having chosen, in-form this-ness
Slow down hermit, slow down life’s pace
There are no puzzles, here to lace
Life’s but a splash in the ocean
Our aliveness, is by God’s grace
Upon ending thought commotion
We imbibe nectar’s bliss potion
Soul’s delight hums by day and night
Vaporised self has no question
10-June-2022
Notes: https://www.chakras.net/energy-centers/bindu/about-the-bindu-chakra
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An encore of a beautiful sensation,
requested at the near start of summer's vacation.
To enjoy the last embers of light,
Like a kite.
The summers slow ending is the right direction.
Slow down, just a little,
Cool air in all your brittle.
Indian summer is such a special time.
It's joy makes one want to fiddle.
A walk in amount fully adorned trees,
is good for the knees.
The beauty of the flowers, a leap
for the heart.
To see and hear them a breeze.
To jump an ocean wave,
is for the brave.
Pictures of summer fun,
gets a rave.
The memories last until the calendar
turns to it again.
And it leads all to behave.
Written October 11,2018
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Heedless …
The nightingale is calling you to wake up.
Get up morning has passed; lot is to make up.
If you look at a mirror, what does mirror say?
Another night has passed, is time to shake up.
I am filled with water and a lot of dirt,
To me, this water and dirt cause great hurt.
Unless I go and ask what is going on?
How come I am the dirt that now is alert?
This ocean that the life came from was just mud.
The mud turned into life and then to some bud.
The time has passed, suddenly, there was a man;
He was so cruel he made red wine red as blood.
There was a droplet of water that was free.
It turned to a river, then turned to a sea.
The water saw the sun turn into steam,
It turned into a cloud, then rain, and then me.
3/19/17 Haloo
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Watching the ocean waves breathe in and out,
nagging truths lap at the shores of my doubt.
And I search the sky for traces of God
amongst trillions of stars scattered about.
Walking upon the same sands, martyrs trod,
I find their beliefs basically flawed.
For I do not believe in damnation;
or else unconditional love's a fraud.
Morals form our soul's faith-based foundation,
sin; is yielding free will to temptation.
And these thoughts cascade like unceasing waves
as I contemplate hell and salvation.
Obsessed by what may lie beyond our graves
we willingly become religious slaves.
And seek guarantees, scared of the unknown,
reassured by prayers that belief saves.
I cannot comprehend God on a throne;
nor Man as a sinner that must atone.
For; I believe God's love is eternal
and unconditional; we're not alone.
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JOYFUL and JANKY
Bay of Bengal swells, bubbles to boast
of huge tidal waves to dash, thrash, on coast.
Amazing enchanting trip to Thailand.
Exciting venture of sail on speed boat.
Patayia, Bangkok, Phuket we covered.
Peerless treasures of Ocean were observed.
Submarine voyage was just wonderful.
Astonishing sea-view was discovered.
A glamorous gorgeous performance,
Fantastic show of Thailand chanced to glance.
Watched wild animals to walk free in park,
Gigantic big seal stood on tail to dance.
All along nice stay in five- star hotel.
Last day occurrence was janky to tell.
Travel agent arranged horrible meal
on dirty road side: ‘A Terrible tale.’
10/17/ 16
Your Last Janky Experience by Tanis Troutman
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The sea is aglow with her memories
Seaweed meadows of deep cave treasuries
Stories that summon the lost and curious
Legends embossed in silent reveries
She drifts the illumined waves of her home
Wide blue realms in which she may roam
Her spirit alive beyond undersea depths
In echoes of songs over silver - green foam.
What is it - what does the mermaid know?
Beyond the clouds and winds that blow
That she is woman and nature combined
Her secrets sleep in the ocean below.
Rubaiyat
Rubyiat Contest
Sotto Poet
I wrote this one for the contest 'Mermaids'
that I sponsored. The goal was to capture the essence
of a mermaid. There were many wonderful mermaid poems.
Enter your own competition
Contest Judged: 9/24/2017 5:05:00 PM
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
2nd Place
101 in a ROW contest -7
Contest Judged: 7/27/2016 9:30:00 PM
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
6th. Place
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I’ll make myself the fabric of your dream
I’ll lead you to drink from fantasy’s stream
When you are hopeless, in desperate need
I’ll fill your mouth with sweetness and cream
I’ll mold myself to desire at night
My body is yours to bring you delight
When you’ve had your fill and you long to sleep
I’ll be your pillow till the morning light
I know your every hidden desire
I’ll ignite them into consuming f're
When your body demands my surrender
I’ll yield, for in pleasing, I never t’re
I am your destiny, your longed for prize
I pitch my tent in the warmth of your eyes
When you need to touch something that’s divine
I disrobe…down falls this human disguise
I’ll be the fruition of every whim
I’ll rival the moon when your life grows dim
When you are blazing in passion’s fire
I’ll be the ocean which lures you to swim
I'll make my fingers drip with honey sweet
I’ll offer my body, a luscious treat
I promise you’ll never beg me for more
I’m the fantasy that makes you complete
June 29, 2013
For Shadow's Fantasy Contest
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Come and go away with me
and join me in this fantasy
to distant lands beyond the clouds
where we can share a life so free.
no storm clouds looming to disrupt
no one close by to interrupt
just you and me beneath the stars
as solitude let’s life erupt
beneath the stars we’ll spend the night
while bathing in the moon’s pale light
just clinging close until the morn
enjoying moments of delight
and in the morn a bright sun rise
as purple pink lights up the skies
the morning mist lifts in the air
revealing beauty to our eyes
into the air the sea gulls soar
and wing their way along the shore
just floating on the ocean breeze
we’ll soar with them for evermore
the ocean breeze blows in our hair
our skin sun kissed, our feet are bare
our footprints in the pure white sand
while strolling on a beach so fair
on pure white sand by ocean blue
beneath clear skies our lives renew
as all our worries fade away
we’ll spend forever just we two
so won’t you come away with me
and join me in this fantasy
to distant lands beyond the stars
where we can live forever free.
October 3, 2019
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Solstice…
Solstice…
How can I drag myself without divine wine?
I am falling, and I need wine to be mine.
Being inebriated has its own joy,
To me, heedless and headless both are just fine.
I am tired of me being without me.
The me left me, and I don’t know where is he.
He is not me; where is he gone? He is missed.
I am not me; me is not him; who are we?
I am done with my faith, love, and devotion.
With this gray hair, my soul has no emotion.
Where is my bottle of wine? How much more pain?
I’m done with the desert drown me in ocean.
How much longer for my chalice to get filled?
How much more is enough before I get killed?
I came in, and I stayed, and now, it is time.
I must break from my cage that I didn’t build.
The sky is full of tears; it washes my pain.
To me, the best remedy is dancing in rain.
Am I going to dance once more as it rains?
Hope I will see the next year, and then complain.
The good and all the bad are kept within us.
If you have it, you will lose it; have no fuss!
The more you gain, the more you lose when it's time.
Keep only love for good; not much to discuss.
6/10/18 Haloo
This poem is in the form of "Rubaiyat", it is the plural form of Rubai. Rubai is a quatrain with the rhyming of AABA. Each Rubai is a book by itself, it starts and ends within the quatrain, but when it's in the form of Rubaiyat, it follows the single theme with the same meter throughout. Poetrysoup has a good explanation of this format.
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Owning the ability to strikingly be on a rough road.
Need the pride to cross the hazardous paddled rowed.
Caesar energetically settled on a terrible decision.
Cross a no-return line for Rome's dictator to goad.
When they had passed the Rubicon's canyon.
Their battle fizzled into cruel oppression.
Out of the red downpour, passing raised its peak.
Where their bodies swam in an ocean of dejection.
The evil has bestowed on humanity a bleak.
They'll be modified into poisoned minds Greek.
Wanting abundance, they are killing their power.
Projecting havoc on Earth and fueling flames of shriek.
Boomed and dabbed same as a colossal breaker.
Evil masters unleashed devastation ashore and water.
Mores perished, and the Earth was scorched.
God has gotten some distance from man's disaster.
Drink and trust your trick isn't called.
You missed the last outing for no end.
Resting is simple presently; you're patching.
This will happen once all perspectives are tired?
Friends, we're in it for the long stretch being.
There is no way toward the rear for returning.
The briny exit is to move straight forward.
It'll drive us anyplace we crave to be moving.
As his army crossed the Rubicon River, the point of no return, Julius Caesar said the famous lines "Alea lacta est," which means "the dice is cast." This poem discusses apocalyptic prophecies when crossing the Rubicon.
Written: October 11, 2021
Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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From me To me…. Rubaiyat
Live and die, live and die;
Let this day pass you by.
Close your eyes, fear no death,
Let your spirit take you high.
You have the lips I love to kiss;
I am too drunk; it's not amiss.
You are my cup; you are my wine,
Give me a kiss; I want the bliss.
I told her a thousand times, drink, and drink some wine;
She told me a thousand times the wine was not fine.
Drunk you are, she replied, remember you are drunk!
Drunk I am, I said that, but wine is divine.
The Dawn gave the news, "The sun is not rising!"
The moon told the night, "It is not surprising".
We are on the ocean floating on a boat.
No sun, no light, let us start an uprising.
I am sober! Give me some wine!
Give me your kisses, now you are mine;
I am burning, burning with love!
I'm just a man, and you're divine.
Burn candle burn, the Moth is all willing.
Willing to die for love isn't a killing;
Burn candle burns the prospect is thrilling;
Die, die for love. It is so fulfilling.
Tie your cup to a grapevine;
Wait for the sun to shine on fine;
Wait for the grapes to harvest love;
Drink the love that we call it wine.
I am in prison. There's no escape.
My jail, my body, bent out of shape.
Who is my jailer? I call him fate.
Release me, jailer. I can't escape.
Nay, I'm me, Nay you are you, and Nay you are me.
Yay, I'm me, Yay, you are you, and yay, you are me.
I am surprised to see me within all of you,
Then am I me? or you are you? Or are you me?
10/2015 Haloo
Revised on 5/24/2020, and again 9/22/2023
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Far, far out at sea one day
A Hummingbird so found its way
To roost upon my pulpit rail
And thus decided it would stay
Never through my years at sail
Had I seen a hummer male
So many miles off the coast
Now bound with me into a gale
All day long he kept his post
Thus, to be a decent host
I prepared some nectar, warm
(Tho' he liked my tea the most)
I worried he might come to harm
As we had sailed into a storm
But soon he found his way below
And hid until the winds were calm
When the squall had ceased to blow
And sun had set with afterglow
Up he came to perch and see
The phosphorescent undertow
All those weeks far out at sea
No better friends had we, than we
A steady thrum of wings, I heard
As always, he stayed close to me
Then, nearing harbor it occurred
I hadn't seen my Hummingbird ...
So odd, the ache that raked my soul
Eyes stinging as my vision blurred
'Twas many years, that, now I'm old
How often I've that story, told ...
Yet more, the times I've looked to sky
For hummer wings, so bright and bold
And should I spot that bird a-high
I pray he'll linger, bye-and-bye
For I've not known a better friend
Nor greater need to blot my eye ...
Our souls were kin ... wee bird and I.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Devotion To Ocean" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
(This is a form of Rubaiyat I've been playing with that I call "Echoing Rubaiyat", and it carries the rhyme of line three to the next stanza - AABA, BBCB, CCDC, DDED, etc.).
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Listen and you can hear the wind whisper
the name of a lost ship and its skipper.
The wind’s name is Favonius, winged god
His sotto voce is but a whimper.
Gentle breeze doth tell of China Clipper
Bound back toward London by English shipper
Lost from sight ten days out of Adelaide
for all those involved a real fear gripper.
Fast Lammermuir was used in the tea trade,
Built by W. Pile’s Company twas then made
Clipper’s capacity a thousand tons
With errant compass windjammer now strayed
Off course by three degrees vessel now runs,
till Mate’s use of sextant now captain stuns
Ocean current is also a surprise
This phenomenon Captain Bell now shuns
The current wants to go counter clockwise
Loss of ship’s control is what this implies
Sails unable to give pull to the right
though steersman at wheel with strength vainly tries
Lammermuir was in a terrible fight
Not turning right was a dangerous plight
All hands on deck knew their situation
Hard battle continued both day and night
Exactly where was their lost location
Question captain sought with much vexation
Average speed of Jammer was fifteen knots
Get back on course or it’s their damnation
No welcome sight of other ships or yachts
Current’s tying captain’s stomach in knots
Break free now or else certain death will come
Possibility gives worrisome thoughts.
New day same latitude they’d started from
A three hundred mile circle left all numb
From circling current they couldn’t break free
Trying all things they refused to succumb.
Lighten ship over the side went the tea
Sails pulled harder still that wasn’t the key
Rear stern chaser was next without effect
Flying, scared lady raced over the sea
Caught fast in a maelstrom of no escape
Swirling in circles of concentric shape
Ever decreasing circumference toward hole
Ever increasing speed toward yawing gape
West wind speaks no more of piteous sight
Wraps wings to cover eyes from ship’s bad plight
Finis, finis, Lammermuir sails no more
Ending day ends in blanket of black night.
Distance To London From Adelaide is:
10110 miles / 16270.47 km / 8785.35 nautical miles
Distance To Shanghai From Adelaide is:
4706 miles / 7573.57 km / 4089.4 nautical miles
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