Short Ceded Poems

noise of thought having receded
base instincts too have been weeded
all that cascades within is bliss
we know now God is all there is
our mind and heart, to Him ceded...

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Once I was a preserver
a wayfarer 
a maker
but later
you turned me into a useless stargazer
by losing the will of being your tracer
I ceded my kismet on becoming an engraver

I grew to be nothing but a moveless eraser...

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I wish
I knew
What you
Had needed
I gave 
It all
Till I
Was depleted
My kiss
Your lips
No more
I’ve conceded
It aches 
For you
My hearts
Blood red
My eyes
The tears
Like rain
Never ceded
The pain
For what
Love not
Ever completed....

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mind is an instrument 
we must use it when needed
when the task is finished, rest it
throne of awareness to heart ceded

recognise mind stagnates, whilst heart flows
dwelling in heart, we are in our true home
we are aglow therein, in spatial peace
synced with the cosmic gong Om...

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in the human experience 
where ego delusion manifests
we oft may need to sit on our hands
upon storms arising when earth life tests 

the teaching is known but not yet ingrained 
thus repeated immersion is needed
our reflex response says it all
will to God not ceded...

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Sanctuary breeched
Stole cube of ice you hold dear
Grasping your power

Season weakens you
Seething and stabbing my palm
Fighting against clutch

Ceded power now
Few months away, cold revenge 
encasing my world


*** These days we hold Ice dear, then winter comes and it's despised.

Adam Hapworth...

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Now that we know that there is no one here,
with ego cravings having receded,
baseless fears and dark desires disappear,
since will to God we have fully ceded,
with soft whispers of conscience now heeded.
Our void-centric stance invokes magnetism,
igniting head to toe, mind-body prism,
with a healing mist, fully charged with bliss,
whence we become light, affirmed in each ism,
that we may then exclaim, “I’m all of this!”...

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With winter’s chilling sigh
Breathing through the air,
Seagulls continue to fly
Drifting circles—midair.

“Here”, he quietly declare
Alone to his crying heart.
On a colored beach chair
He waits lone to depart.

Seagulls call a plaintive cry
Circling over a silver sea;
Feeling his loss—his yen to die, 
They turn away to flee.

A sigh escapes his lips.
He mourns a life ceded—
His cries go unheeded.
Grief grows unimpeded....

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Devil must have planted a seed
'cause I feel the need for you to bleed
To quench my thirst and feed my greed
I'll be the first to exceed and succeed
In having my revenge until you concede
As I avenge my pride that you so quickly ceded

And as I dominate your future
I will continue to nurture my hate
And in this state of vengeance
My abhorrence of you only grows
Until it shows its full effect
And perfects its rejection of you...

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Have we ceded our stewardship
allowed a systemic sepsis to spread
acquiesced to the benign malaise
of Death’s directing finger?

Spending billions to cure diseases
caused by poverty’s pestilence
arming ourselves against an assault
of mutating microbial minds

Offering triage to the fatality
of futility’s folly
bandaging life’s severed limbs
sound biting our souls.

Who took the village?


©8/1/2019

Sound of Silence Poetry Contest
John Hamilton sponsor...

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Once, Summer donned a leafy gown,
lush and green were the leaves she wore.
Too soon, her clothes came tumbling down,
stripped from branches, she watched them soar.
She suffered blows
from Nature's throes.

Curled in shades of russet and brown,
withered leaves rest on forest's floor.
Alas, Summer ceded her crown,
when Autumn knocked upon her door.
With season spun,
her reign was done.


June 8, 2022
Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet...

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