Short Centre Stage Poems
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nodes that awake
celebrate centre stage
others join the chorus
today it’s the tip of the nose
dancing in the moonlight
cheered by an audience of one
That conniving bird Tweety Pie
Hoodwinked me and told me a lie
Said I’d take centre stage
If I crept in his cage
Imprisoned, I’m here till I die!
having recognised light of Self
renewing itself in itself
truth of being takes centre stage
flame without smoke in heart does rage
breath by breath embodied in form
as we remain poised in the storm
body-mind purified
earth vessel magnetised
ego identity recedes
that the will of God
be enacted by spirit
the mirror is shattered
dispelling delusion
whence light of Self
occupies centre stage
entwined with the universe
With photography
figurative art did flee
defeated by ego 'selfie'
Impressions took centre stage
'til 20th century abstract
became the rage
This expressive genre
still ruled the roost
until digital facility was introduced
& by AI was traduced
There's fireworks in the sky
on this midsummers night.
Fiery paintings on blue canvas
mirror a poets words upon his page.
Crescendo brings on the dusk,
that preludes the moonlight.
It cues the stars to enter,
and bring their show to centre stage.
When we sleep the world disappears
On waking up it reappears
Bringing our ego centre stage
Along with dark desires and fears
In our mind fire of thought does rage
So if we would turn a new page
In staid silence turning inward
We go beyond the space-time cage
I am trying to grow old gracefully
Doing my best
Knowing both the pros and cons
Cons, that certainly put me to the test
I try to focus on the positives
Appreciate the gift and beauty of age
Though the ‘con’ l struggle with the most
The aches and pains that take centre stage!
Little girl in striped tutu
Standing out in the crowd
Little girl in sparkles
Whose Mom is so proud
Don’t be too eager
To take centre stage
When they flatter and tell you
You’ll be all the rage
Remember fame is fleeting
And youth is soon spent
Your child hood is precious
It’s a gift from God sent.
The dance declined, mind games futile
We prefer vibrant bliss
Our childlike heart is free from guile
Fullness, nothing amiss
We’ve turned now, a new page
Soul stands at centre stage
As love fires within rage
Armchair reclined
The dance declined
14-May-2022
Quietus
Pride of Place
On high his picture takes centre stage
He speaks to the room how his eyes do engage
Tall and proud and weathered with age
How I wish it were a book so I could turn the page
To know what lay beyond that moment in time
Of that man so intriguing and still in his prime
If he just could but out of that picture climb
He could tell me his story and oh how sublime
Desire for applause
soon becomes the cause
of needless bondage,
affirms this adage.
Poets forge from fire,
with the void conspire,
to emote a rhythm,
of words in a prism.
Ego does upstage,
seeking centre-stage,
making a circus
of poem's purpose.
Let the music play
by night and by day,
for we have let go,
seeking no echo.
31-August-2022
navel chakra appears centre stage
perhaps it has something to say
it is best we let it have its way
lest fire god takes umbrage
meanwhile on our forehead
a quiet potent bliss mist rises
mother divine is full of surprises
we surrender content at being led
spine a harp of thirty three strings
corresponding to the vertebrae
hymns are played as we pray
oh what joy rapture brings
Alright, someone erred
Stole a moment of glory
Occupied centre stage
Through means unethical
To which most took umbrage
This is a time for reflection
Do we hesitate to forgive
Instead condemning the soul
Who momentarily went astray
Is not love and light our goal
Let us mindfully gentle touch
In each and every situation
As we leap forward to embrace
Assisting those who faltered
Leaving of past wounds no trace
My family, not grand but warm and bright,
Bathed in faith, trust, love and long lasting light
With my spouse the linchpin, the centre stage,
A shining grand-daughter, eight years of age,
The apple of eye of the family,
A daughter-in-law, teaching happily,
Elder son dipped in programming passion,
A young one, with management attraction,
With all under my soft supervision,
Making four walls a home free from tension.
The mighty oak
Wears its crown
Of acorns with pride
Giving life
To the wood
It takes centre stage
soaring high
Spreading its benevolent
Reign outwards
Robin and blackbird
Sing praises
From its outstretched arms
Laden with hungry chicks
Snug in their nests
Butterflies dance
In dappled shade
Squirrels scramble skyward
Woodpeckers tap out
S-a-n-c-t-u-a-r-y
Addicted not to drink or drugs it's more than that.
My addiction is simple .
Some might understand.
Others would wash their hands.
I love to write to put the reader on the centre stage.
Let them feel the words .
Emotions lows and highs.
That tingle between the thighs.
Erotic not **** letting my words reach those who read.
Addiction is may be the wrong word.
Passion and love.
That in every line.
Welcome .
Enjoy your time.
Dutchman's pipe,trumpet vine
Virgin bower,shrubs divine;
Beauty bush,bright blue bean,
Climbers high to set the scene.
Bamboo,broom,laurel bay,
Lavender scent lasts all day;
Bush clover,russian sage,
Azalea taking centre stage.
Elder,myrtle,bittersweet,
Perfumes the hazy heat;
Privet,peony,prickly heath,
Ivy,holly in seasonal wreath.
Jasmine & jews mallow,
By a trickling stream, so shallow;
Sea buckthorn to screen
Ceanothus high ,shaded green.
Dutchman's pipe,trumpet vine
Virgin bower,shrubs divine;
Beauty bush,bright blue bean,
Climbers high to set the scene.
Bamboo,broom,laurel bay,
Lavender scent lasts all day;
Bush clover,russian sage,
Azalea taking centre stage.
Elder,myrtle,bittersweet,
Perfumes the hazy heat;
Privet,peony,prickly heath,
Ivy,holly in seasonal wreath.
Jasmine & jews mallow,
By a trickling stream, so shallow;
Sea buckthorn to screen
Ceanothus high ,shaded green.
Offerings we hold on to,
in time become egoic glue
and thus suspect are desires,
chasing dreams ego aspires.
Ego’s but an interface,
letting memory retrace
fond longings holding appeal,
rekindled with zest and zeal.
Conjuring thus, our life script,
our soul’s light now derelict,
we prolong our agony,
bemused by pain’s symphony.
To know the truth, clear as day,
cessation then is the way,
bringing soul’s light centre stage,
signalling we’ve come of age.
Splinters of unheld memory
Swirling in a tsunami of letters
and hidden shames
Chessboards with whites replaced with space
Creatures formed without a face
touch replacing taste
magic with wonder
taking centre stage
Smurfs with white bruises
Chairs without base
Aliens reaching hands across the universe
and moons and planets race
Lying in the grass
as i crowd surf over loving blades
or would the darkness
take its place
and simmer in the lights embrace
fearful of its final disgrace
Splinters of unheld memory
Swirling in a tsunami of letters
and hidden shames
Chessboards with whites replaced with space
Creatures formed without a face
touch replacing taste
magic with wonder
taking centre stage
Smurfs with white bruises
Chairs without base
Aliens reaching hands across the universe
and moons and planets race
Lying in the grass
as i crowd surf over loving blades
or would the darkness
take its place
and simmer in the lights embrace
fearful of its final disgrace