Short Apprise Poems
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No voter gets an even break.
No truth may they apprise.
Taken to school
To play the fool...
Wool pulled o’er their eyes.
If we be still, joy will arise,
then with nothing there to apprise,
distanced from thoughts of loss or gain,
we dance carefree in the bliss rain,
moment by moment in stillness,
marking the path to soul’s wellness.
I’m not your typical invitation
Please apprise me of your inclination
Don’t you dare pretend
Or else I’ll apprehend
You! ~ and hang you by your subluxation
White woman living among blacks
Do lustful eyes apprise
Should she be wary of attacks
Or smile, to their surprise
Feel each heart’s innocence
Judge not by appearance
Sense divine radiance
No demon
White woman
16-November-2021
Quietus
No point to prove, says the sunrise
Echoed by joyous breeze
Thoughts now rest, nothing to apprise
Bliss enlivens with ease
Wisdom immediate
Love embrace intimate
A flow that does not wait
Get up and move
No point to prove
23-September-2021
Quietus
There remains no seeking
For erst seeker is no more
Save feeling nectar seeping
Enlivening each in-form pore
Questions arise if we apprise
But what when boundary blurs
Then each life breath a surprise
As vaporised presence within stirs
24-December-2021
Here now rise, beholding surprise
As God’s blessings fill us
Ego dies, we cease to apprise
Joyous heart makes no fuss
When heart glows, we can tell
Love aligned, all is well
Free from ego spun spell
Spake the wise
Here now rise
17-November-2021
Quietus
Astray, I pray the day
Will stay the way I say
My heart to start the part
Compart, outsmart my chart
To rise, eyes on the skies
Revise, apprise the prize
And blest with zest to wrest
My quest to crest the test
To share my flair with care
Aware repair is there.
Form:
Wherefrom does the ego’s I-thought arise,
which distances our presence from the source,
is the untruth which we need to apprise,
in staid stillness without applying force,
pulsations of bliss, choosing to endorse,
breath by breath holding steady our focus,
in the cave of heart, along love’s locus.
Each pore a door, so spake folk lore
God’s abode is within
Pure of heart feel blessings in-pour
Bliss bubbling on our skin
There’s nothing to apprise
Each breath offers surprise
As love pulse thus does rise
Why ask for more
Each pore a door
17-March-2022
Quietus
Autumn is gilded with bucolic hues.
Fawn feathered birds wing in indigo skies.
Burnished umbers and rusts imbued with blues
on a landscaped palette, my eyes apprise.
Nature's artistry paints without a brush,
Autumn skies imbued with landscaped artistry.
Inspired by 'The Gilded Season' posted 11/10/23.
Thought bubble burst, now unrehearsed
Abide in tranquil calm
Surrender quenches our heart’s thirst
Love is the healing balm
Ego dies, bliss throbs rise
No one’s here to apprise
Divine graced joy surprise
Do first things first
Thought bubble burst
02-January-2022
Quietus
Faultless art is ceased in silence
Quite often curious how achieved
Never a month a year ever deep
Stories never apprise as much
Sculptures an paintings score
Medusa a fallen angel's myth
Hue'd by an artists true life
Roaring a cry to let not die
To love water pale Madonna
Gave texture purity an life
25/04/2017
Having long since ceased to weigh, measure or size,
presence no longer dwells upon loss or gain,
for having seen the Self, we now realise,
that bondage to ego cravings is a chain,
which we’ve broken free from, so why then apprise,
healing warmth of the sun and pain brought by rain,
more so when we know that we are living light,
with bliss cascading within by day and night?
Venomous designs have become natural lies.
Our choices have no elasticity, beyond cries.
Lessons learned from past, lost from our tries.
Unlikely so bound that this word flies.
Negative powers attack to say no goodbyes.
Truth is; there is no more freewill; only sighs.
All we have is to follow laws; all others denies.
Rebellion is what will come forth, reprise.
You know this about this word; our apprise.
Events unfold, as we look on
Emotions that tease, ego con
All we cognise, is bliss throb rise
With fears and desires, long since gone
Each life breath reveals a surprise
Joy peaks, taking us to new highs
As form’s transformed by the current
There’s nothing we need to apprise
Simply being here now present
We feel rapture effervescent
Wish to share but no one can pair
God’s light within’s omnipresent
11-March-2022
When a baby cries
With tears from its eyes
Peace of the Lord dies,
Worry deeply the Skies,
To cajole, Divinity tries,
They forward many whys?
By saying it is fully unwise,
And all must pay the price
God wants peaceful ties,
Expects fairies to supervise,
Unless its consternation dies,
Objections, God will raise,
The state, Angels to appraise,
And to God, soon apprise,
He will only then praise
Or else prefer to criticize!
Thoughts that arise, oft hold us in surprise
Seeming to be of foreign origin
Flicked away before ego does apprise
If we meddle not, all thoughts are virgin
We look and release, flowing like the breeze
Resting narrow thought construct perception
Dweller of the void, living life in ease
Unaffected by the world external
Blissful presence, with nothing to appease
Choosing thus, the throb of bliss eternal
Be to become, a living miracle
21-March-2021
I caught a glimpse of a sunrise.
Pale magenta cast by the sun on gray skies
The cool air of early morn seemed to be my prize.
The creamy white blossoms on moon flower did apprise.
I did not want to go back inside.
Chores faced me there besides.
Life should be more appealing.
Like seeing the small things in life come alive
The kitchen needed some cleaning.
Breakfast needed my hand.
If only it could be handled by screening
Or by the wave of a magic fan
The thinking clouds, looking down on earth, and thinking.
They are puffed, curdled milk clouds that are high and cold.
They apprise a December sun which seems to be winking.
The clouds wink back, refusing to drop the snowflakes they hold.
In high pressure of atmosperic prevailing wind,
With a tantrum sun not wanting to share its rays,
'Tis the fate this year that December's snow, the clouds rescind.
While earth waits for snow in darkness of January's days.
Looking back
curiously acquiescent
in 4th floor chaos
Looking through these
dresser drawers of
sleepy underclothing
Retrospective shirts
and tiresome socks,
these sheaths of self
more coincidental
than designed
Everything ajar,
windows, doors
my dresser drawers
Clues left coyly
in my path
by boorish poltergeists
Half absent,
I impassively apprise their
surreptitious ways,
their secret jokes
on my reclusion
From those eyes
I see the world and its beautiful, i realize
From those eyes
I see the sky and its distant, i want to fly(s)
From those eyes
I see the truth and its appealing like the apprise
From those eyes
I see the trust which isn't lies
From those eyes
I see the love which has no reprise
From those eyes
I see hatred , it hinders one to arise
From those eyes
I see you in my heart like a sweet surprise
From those eyes
I see myself in your heart as your sunrise