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The heart is our sacred altar
Ensconced therein, we don’t falter
In contrast, fickle is our mind
Life outcomes wishing to alter
Save love and light, what’s there to find
Decrypt the code by being kind
Love’s the only rule in this school
Let us not be, to God’s light blind
29-September-2022
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Neither mad dogs nor Englishmen
rejoice as sunlight growing thin
allows the tidal sands to shift
through moonlight’s vapor growing dim
Yet still the beasts of lolling tongue
huddle with their shaded young
beneath a cloak of crimson red
abandoned nests now left unsung
Whilst I enjoyed this mingled tryst
as lovers passing gently kissed
and danced beneath a smiling sun
embracing moments others missed
Soft rustling limply humid leaves
deny the creep of autumn’s thieves
grey squirrels stalking acorn fields
from high upon a church apse eaves
School children race through tanning grass
rejoicing in their sunset dash
pursuing dusk into the dark
as dog day’s breath goes panting past
©9/3/2018
for The Dog Days Endure Poetry Contest
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“On earth, mother is face of God ~
Urging us to give love our nod”
~ quote by poet
Transcendence which is non-dual,
light eternal where holds God’s rule,
is wherefrom our soul self-aware,
to grow in love, comes to earth school.
Polarised, love with love does pair,
Divine Mother providing care,
whilst God or Father, is vast space,
the plain truth, as scriptures declare.
Our Mother holds us in embrace,
bestowing upon us God’s grace,
so that we learn to stand erect,
heart purified, of sin no trace.
That we may choose pathways correct,
love divine makes head-heart connect,
whereupon wakes up, dormant soul
and God’s light, begins to reflect.
Mother’s touch alone, makes us whole,
guiding our soul, in its life role.
The Mother is Holy Spirit,
light most exalted, monks extol.
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All that’s manifest, is but dust
Dead leaves falling, upon earth’s crust
Yet in-dwells in all, God essence
Enlivened by divine breath just
Child of God, glows in innocence
Heart bubbles forth effervescence
Earth life a school, where we awake
Rekindling soul’s luminescence
It matters not how long we’ll take
All will rise, none will He forsake
If only we choose to be still
Moonlight shines on a placid lake
We’re granted limited free will
Use it well and voids within fill
As bliss divine transforms our soul
Gently shaped upon the anvil
All together, swim as one shoal
Love pulse alone, makes us feel whole
Why for then, flounder in darkness
When God-connect is our life goal
Shift to interconnectedness
Recognising next, That oneness
To be as He, simply let go
All that is, is God-consciousness
Weary hermit, choose stillness slow
Make restless heart again mellow
We’re free here now, if we so choose
Behold soul’s luminous white glow
06-March-2022
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I
School bag, blue shirt, hair parted on the right,
Dal-rice, clock ticking away in delight;
Cycles stop, wagons with seasonal crop,
Get to her class before the gates shut tight.
II
The obsession froths beyond the eavesdrop,
Secrecy brews a moral of Aesop;
Friends don't yet know, the fear that the eyes show,
Grows the need to shout it from the rooftop.
III
Geography is boring, the maps tow
Useless details such as where's Kosovo;
It's all pretense, the absorption intense,
But her attention sets the world aglow.
IV
The wistful heart struggles to make some sense
And accept pain at misery's expense;
Then her comment, and the motives ferment,
The surging tide sweeps over the heart's fence.
V
Evening is drunk with sunlight, the day's spent,
Menthol erases the cigarette scent;
She fades from sight, the mundanities write,
A long ride back under the clouds' intent.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Date: 24 / 10 / 2016
One of the reasons I used present tense is, for me this is a memory trapped in time, like a photograph. A day in life from simpler time.
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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Five
The Chief Executive gone a day doubled back to Hexagon
From Arcadian fields where old “friends” feasted the traditional bond
Took one look at road map and declared an Etat d’urgence
School boys and girls jumped up and down and gave thanks to High Heaven
Léon Blum chicks on the way to lycée swooned at Robo-Cop feet
While the Darling Dears in chador silk black looked daggers to greet
All around at lunch break the Faithful assuaged hunger slaked thirst
The mosque’s restaurant was caught short of green tea and couscous treat
Far too grave a problem rose with the need for instant relief
Spring stayed yet far away for wet winter to come to grief
Leafy bushes still being scarce nor tree trunks of decent cover
Long queues formed at public conveniences or where grows belief
On the routes and roads shops hotels restaurants and gas stations
Took a toll from urgent users of their private dire motions
Though none could stop cirri of turds piling up on pavements
Nor the armies of street vendors with pizzas in demi-portions
From down the route the gypsy camp a pebble’s throw away
Steamed sullen women and hapless children up and down the way
Crying ZAKAT with extended hands from pilgrims come to pray
While Robo-Cops exchanged places with a relief force in array
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
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Our Labor Day has come and gone, and now
it's back to school for kids, and yet somehow,
most think our summertime has bid goodbye;
but it has weeks ahead to shine, endow.
Our eyes can see green leaves still on the trees;
more time for walks in parks and picnic sprees.
The sun is warm most days, and nights still lend
more daylight hours for fun that we can seize.
Oh, days of summertime, your stay's cut short
by our assumed events that must abort
'earth's calendar' to acquiesce with needs
in planning our lifestyles, which do distort
dear nature's timetable of seasons' bliss,
when warm, delightful days we do dismiss,
because our mindset is to move along
ahead of time, not caring what we miss.
By end of our July, the stores are filled
with Halloween, Thanksgiving...overkilled.
No wonder our minds shift to autumn scenes,
and summer days lay waiting, unfulfilled.
'Haste does make waste', a classic adage says.
Let's stop, enjoy each season, it's full phase.
Our summer is a gem bestowed by earth...
its wonder does shine thru September days.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Dog Days Endure
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Judged: 12/01/2018
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The Jewel…
There is a circular path which I walk there,
Every day is the same, does not matter where.
The mornings and the nights, they come and they go.
I am drowning in pain; save me if you care.
Who is at fault that I lost my precious jewel?
I’m lost in my room, wondering like a fool.
Where is it gone? Mirrors not showing his face.
Whoever took my youth was so ever cruel.
The nightingale tells me to break from my cage.
Night after night reminded me of my age;
They tell me to drink and forget there is death.
If I die, who’s the one to write my last page?
I am so so drunk I can’t drink more.
The wine is not the one I need anymore.
I need tender loving; no way I can wait.
I want it right away; I want it for sure.
Come my darling, I’m in pain, can you see?
Without you, laughter and sunshine cannot be.
You are my beloved, brighten my despair,
Come and open the cage; I want to be free.
I love you more than my love can ever say,
I want to write your name all night and all day.
I am old, but I am in love with my love,
I’m hoping that this time you will stay.
If I will live again, I’ll live like a fool.
No more pain, and no more books, and no more school.
I will laugh, and I will play, and I will dance,
I will shine as a youth like a precious jewel.
2/2/2018 Haloo
The poem is a combination of a few Rubai, called Rubaiyat. To learn more about this form check Types of Poem in Poetrysoup.
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