uteric fire rises glowing across
sacral waters, delivering
umbilical vibrational luminosity
to crown —-
I am Phoenix from Golden Sun
arriving black vulture feathered
scattering ash you lovingly
sowed …
crimson mirrors my pupils
pierce each cell
penetrating what is to
transmute as Rubicon awaits not
rabid roaring apricot black ____
veined breasts exude milk
for next
i l l u s i o n ~
_________________
GOLD Placement Poem
Allpoetry May 26
Image Contest
Starting from the bottom and now we are standing here.
These mundane attacks keep coming in waves.
Back-ward and Forewarned - through too fro.
Muladhara - Root Chakra - by the poisoning of the grounds that we stand on.
Svadhishthana - Sacral Chakra - by the poisoning of our waters that we drink from.
Manipura - Solar Plexus Chakra - by the poisoning of our foods.
Anahata - Heart Chakra - by the poisoning of our values and things we belong to.
Vishuddha - Throat Chakra - by the poisoning of our salts.
Ajna - Third Eye Chakra - by the poisoning of our toothpaste.
Sahasrara - Crown Chakra - by segregations and divisions among hu.mani.ties.
So what's left for you to finish?
Other than poisoning our air, that we all share and breath.
Crane flower angular
wild orange purple mountainous with confidence
singular
Jutting calls Self
sunrise sacral chakra responds
disc delve
Create
fresh eloquence
joyed
Crane flower angular
sunrise sacral chakra responds
joyed ~
It’s dark here—
Pillars of rain hold tears in place
as the thunder bellows
lupine laments
succor for saccharine hiboux
murmurs of misunderstanding
malice on the mind of mayhem,
unaware of the daffodil’s proclivity
for imminent destruction,
the madness of sacral lilies,
petrichor hymns
crooned to She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile
pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed
thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues
heart softens atria, ventricles
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises
coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals
feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction
rooted into Earth mooted primordial
authentic estate mirthful immemorial
aligned connection very refined
~~~~~~~~~~
the sacral zone
conjoined with the all
conjures a bliss squall
no node is alone
in this play of delight
as pulsations rise
each touch a surprise
renewing day and night
Few lived upon that field by end of day;
they lay, with sword and shield,
sacral ground, they would not yield
lost to a wound, never healed.
{For 5x5x3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Miranda Hawley
Date submitted: 20/4/25}
ARTIST
They shone daring green avocado
in dark adverse period swearing
guilt ridden heart vanquished free
sacral scrubbed pink and ready
plumed serpent in magnificent bloom
with candles God watched supreme
from blue misty mountain clean
knowing Artist was not insane
two green irises unusually plain
pierced her luminous spine divine
naked Eve eyed painting quiet
easels of unfinished tired purple
massaged her throat coloured gurgle
rooms without curtains collapsing sad
Artist pierced Love bubble mad
But by grace do I shadow your form
from each darkened night to bright-lit morn.
You're silvery-white in my life's storm
hosting shivery thoughts yet unborn.
Would that my pen divine such meaning,
enflame fiery feelings unbidden
that stun me dumb at their convening.
My emotions revealed, unhidden.
Yet my disguise is opaque it seems.
You cross a transcendental realm –
unspoken vesper in sacral dreams
that never attains its lofty helm.
Someday, I know you will understand
my passionate affection for you -
How my heart bleeds with tender demand,
unformed entanglement to pursue!
My ink is flowing hoping to charm,
My poem an aphrodisiac.
Unwritten rhymes planning to disarm
and attract you to my love lilac.
Though you're beyond my bewitching reach,
I devote this unsung ode to us.
My dear, with unsaid words I beseech -
Let's join our hearts without further fuss.
A POET'S CRUSH - collaboration with Linda Alice Fowler
But by grace do I shadow your form
from each darkened night to bright-lit morn.
You're silvery-white in my life's storm
hosting shivery thoughts yet unborn.
Would that my pen divine such meaning,
enflame fiery feelings unbidden
that stun me dumb at their convening.
My emotions revealed, unhidden.
Yet my disguise is opaque it seems.
You cross a transcendental realm –
unspoken vesper in sacral dreams
that never attains its lofty helm.
Someday, I know you will understand
my passionate affection for you -
How my heart bleeds with tender demand,
unformed entanglement to pursue!
My ink is flowing hoping to charm,
My poem an aphrodisiac.
Unwritten rhymes planning to disarm
and attract you to my love lilac.
Though you're beyond my bewitching reach,
I devote this unsung ode to us.
My dear, with unsaid words I beseech -
Let's join our hearts without further fuss.
root, sacral, navel and spleen
refuse to lie down and play dead
and why should they when spontaneity
is their secret middle name
all nodes entwined in the energy grid
cooperate with bliss mists that rise
refrains replay but each hue is new
detected by our soul’s single eye
connection
A longing, my dear stranger
expression
Put it all back together
I know it fits
We fit
Spiral dynamics
The mountain and
Its wet reflection
Reflected back to heaven
Upward, onward
Connection!
You're in my visceral section
I'm in your sacral area
With one heart between the both of us
Severed up and down
Sectioned side to side
Earth and Heaven
Male and Female
How long we bore this cross
This vivisection
Restore! Make whole!
Connection!
Pouring myself into you
Is exactly what i needed
Today
Tonight, i receive you
Interpenetration
Not up for interpretation
Coronal crown
life, so virile
with this eye
I see
we've overcome
Tomorrow, as though it were yesterday
The sacred serpent
Like a trumpet
To our lips
Writhed himself into us at the tip
And received our fluid chemistry
Producing musical harmony
what have we become?
when mastubation's lost its fun, my sweetest friend
connect
Connect
CONNECT!
HOLY
Holy
holy
Past, present, future
A single tapestry
Woven of a single fibre
Our very being
connection
burn me down
like Babylon
consume my flesh with fire
unquenchable
Desire
Raze me to the ground
scatter every brick
To the four winds
bury me
like Osiris
divided
divine sectioning
seconding
Sacralizing
phallicizing
Pour your living waters
down my throat
into my belly
and up from beneath
holify me
gushing, rushing
Living Water
sacral phallic water
energize me
Wholify me
receive me
willingly, this sacrifice
please me
please me
pacify me
resurrect me
Holify me
living waters never quench
Holy fire
Lavafy me
Molten living metals
running through every channel
veins, arteries, capillaries, nadis
Open me
i, the channel, emptied
eradicate me
Split me up the middle
reverse my topology
Outside like the Inside
precisely as the Inside
I receive you
Open me, Penetrate me
lava flowing up Inside me
like the infinite Outside
show me
the unbounded Abyss within
mirror still
Lake Placid
reflecting
Perfectly
not a ripple
but still vibrating
Energy
forever on fire
Lake Salome
the gushing wet birth
of the twenty-four-sided Jerusalem
forever on fire
In playfulness, we can try this for fun:
Taking the crown chakra as the highest
And the root as the lowest
In as vibrations
We descend
From crown to root
Slowly, pausing at third eye
Ah! Spiritual vision, intuition enabled
Never mind if unity consciousness is lost
Next, the throat chakra, the ethereal connector
Hmm, vanity of our communication skills
Let us be spoilt here by the applause
Down to the heart toroidal
Unifying all opposites
Within its womb
We’re home
Lower yet we go
Navel, power and fear
We wish to dominate earth
Trouncing opposition by brute force
Down further, the sacral stirs dark lust
Our primate, feral instincts overpower soul
Cocooned below at the root, in pursuit of wealth
Then the ascent to crown, back the way we came
Renouncing each lower vibration step by step
There is no glue because this is a game
A yo-yo meditation if you will for fun
Descent and ascent sans judgment
Because we are not this form
But since we are now here
Let us learn as we burn
Moment by moment
Enjoy!
root to sacral
navel to heart
instincts gentled
in the cauldron of love
pauses for eternity
grace inpours
from the fontanel
igniting the head ovoid
flowing along the throat
suffusing heart with bliss
the feral and ethereal
entwined transmutes dust
the ego that never was disappears
and our true Self shines forth
blurring all boundaries
here now in slow motion
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