Dear Self Poems | Examples
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Endearing Parasite
by Frank Daub
Delicious insincerity,
dear friend.
The fear is about an end.
Though in clarity –
regarding lasting –
fasting briefly makes all new –
again.
“I never have the high, low, or middle state. I have no friend or foe. How shall I speak of good and evil? I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
All that is, is but one energy field,
within which myriad objects appear,
which we may say is power God does wield,
wherein each dream image to Him is dear
and it’s but ignorance that causes fear.
Across all domains, God alone exists,
Whose love and light wayward ego resists,
so once this truth is by us recognised,
the light of wisdom banishes the mists,
whence our true Self in heart is realised.
Dear stranger behind the glass
Why do you stand there and watch time pass?
I see you when day breaks and night falls
I see your shadow when I pass you in the hall
You look right at me as we suffocate in silence
I came here in search of guidance
Why do you look away when I come near?
Why do you cry when I shed a tear?
You say hurtful words
But what I say is worse
Why do you ask me why you hate yourself?
Tell me if you wish to be somebody else
You look at me with sad eyes that never change
I always make you feel ashamed
Why do we hurt each other again and again?
I thought we were supposed to be the best of friends
Dear stranger looking in
When you're fighting with yourself you can never win
“The mind knows many things and heart only one ~
Come home oh dear child and shine like yonder sun”
~ quote by poet
Gathering knowledge, small pebbles on a beach,
a pastime, the child in us has engaged in
but what have we garnered and what can we teach,
if we have seen not our true being within?
By knowing the Self, everything else is known,
to which end, our ego we must first disown,
silencing the mind, wherefrom thought forms arise
that we imbibe bliss mists in childlike surprise.
ego borrows its power from the Self
in the harsh terrain of duality
resisting life’s breath flowing by itself
seeking for itself, immortality
recognising that ego feeds on thought
when resting in staid silence we are free
wayward ego tamed, we are then self-taught
whence with Self aligned, we roam earth carefree
we need mind to navigate this terrain
thus ego is an instrument we use
when we live in the moment, free from strain
the fragrance of love becomes our heart’s muse
relax dear soul, there’s nothing to be done ~
the Self alone is; God and we are one
when our body-mind dissolves
ego recedes, soul evolves
with soul an offshoot of God
Who is known when heart has thawed
entering thought cessation
dropping body sensation
we as consciousness expand
obeying our heart’s demand
whilst humming a soundless verse
we swallow the universe
as the breath of God Himself
and then behold light of Self
our true Self stands outside time
and space, mirroring God’s chime
feeling complete, bliss replete
as light that does not deplete
from God comes Self, from Self soul
in pulse dual, in its role
each module merging with source
when life has run its full course
there is as such no one here
yet all are one, to us dear
God is in us, we’re in Him
in these dreams in which we swim
it is alright child, take your time
as heart opens, you’ll feel love’s chime
entwining your pure heart with mine
whence easy becomes life’s long climb
in time you will too see the sign
as God’s light, we all are divine
just pause in stillness to reflect
how head and heart may now align
flurry of thought forms flow unchecked
this oh dear child is our defect
what is transient is unreal
be not in illusions shipwrecked
slow down thought flow and simply feel
God’s breath that imparts zest and zeal
the surge of joy, onset of bliss
know love alone’s the real deal
we’re not body-mind, we’re not this
where is the ‘I’, when lovers kiss
reclaim now love and light of Self
peace where there is nothing amiss
he who seeks is not
and yet he seeks touch tender
to enliven soul within
rest analysis
dear heart and meld with the flow
becoming the flame itself
In verse I blend my roles, multiplicity defined..
A poet-mother-daughter, all within my design.
Sister, secretary, cleaner, nurse—my busy days abide..
Dreamer, philosopher, optimist, by my side.
Psychic and intuitive, my spirit held dear..
Engineer, crafting futures, breaking barriers without fear.
Like a dog
With a sandpaper throat
A cough like a bark
And the mood of a scrote
Just tossing and turning
With no comfortable spot
A nose like a tap
Simply dripping with snot
I sweat like a pig
Whatever that means
And I fart like I live
On a diet of beans
I don't mean to be crude
But I don't really care
Keep your sympathy close
With you lozenges, spare
Just lock me away
I just want to submerge
In a sea of self-pity
And a song like a dirge
All my charm has escaped
You can probably tell
So, dear friends, you can love me
When I'm perky and well..
The poetry of one so dear
Is poignant to the soul
The images of love appear
To dissipate the toll
Our minds are called to witness
What are hearts cannot deny
The future of our fitness
To be fearless when we die
The pail of our emptiness
Reflects a bitter pall
The sail of our restlessness
Before a summer squall
The antidote of selfishness
Is doting on the do
The coating of our joyfulness
Includes our neighbor too
The promises that we pursue
Along the fruited plain
Demand a part of what we do
To finalize the gain
The better part of what survives
And what we hope to be
Is how we learn to live our lives
By loving selflessly.
Life is much more than a pretentious ambition
A sense of entitlement or finding one’s position.
Life is discovering your individual, innate talent,
Unique self-qualities, on which you hold a patent
Your raison d’etre, answering “Why am I here?”
You will find it in the things you hold most dear.
Written June 9, 2022
Beholder, vapour
witnesses stupor.
Magnetism form spears;
Tamas disappears.
Thus feeling complete,
soul negates defeat,
for save bliss throbs dear,
there is no one here.
17-May-2022
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamas_(philosophy)
Now I lay me down to sleep
Dear Lord, allow me, my head to keep?
Insane Taliban, coming to our shores,
Heavy padlocks on all my doors!
If one Killer, into my house comes,
Beneath my pillows, I do have a gun.
Will use it too, without reservation!
I intend to stay alive, in this American national
9/20/2021
I am saddened by those who must lash out,
As though I am some kind of a thoughtless lout
Who writes to upset others who will read me,
I write only to set my innermost thoughts free.
Do not think, dear reader, that I had you in mind
Writing a critical poem, really, rather hard to find,
It was my own conscience I was trying to clear,
And, certainly not my intention to hurt you, dear.
So, lighten up and take a few lingering sighs,
Take out a mirror, and look yourself in your eyes
And, if you see a message there resonating,
Then it is within yourself the thing you are hating.
Written July 25, 2021