Short Centres Poems
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Good housing scheme
Good educational system
Conducive tourist centres
Suitable infrastructural facilities
Love, unity, freedom to all
It’s changing again.
The world is shifting.
Twisting around new centres.
Both fixed and moving.
Worlds overlap.
Lives intertwine.
And I watch.
Alone.
Leigh Hunt's double quatrain -linked centres around 'Time you thief' ,a bio romantic memory of youth from the nostalgia of old age...a typical recurring happening I can confirm as someone very aged myself
Expanding bubbles within bubbles within bubbles
Circumference nowhere, yet centres multiple
Free flowing in the current, although the self is still
Awareness still, yet expanding within unified will
01-November-2020
Russian Giants were our favourites
they could top ten feet
with flowers to match
and a big broad smile that was designed to catch
undivided attention.
To us, they were
parhelions, sun-trackers who
aspired to be
centres of yellow excellence.
Small pleasures, with love partaken
The way entwined hearts pair
Our higher centres awaken
Making soul self-aware
By feeling not thinking
Head-heart with love linking
Attain bliss unblinking
Life’s treasures
Small pleasures
energised palms
whirring third eye
enlivened spine
tingling soles
the Bindu point
and open fontanel
orbits toroidal heart
as the energy grid
hums with power
graced by spirit
all centres in unison
echo bliss pulsations
signalling cooperation
in the dance divine
There is an indescribable pull
Within the core of our being
The Sushumna funnel ignited
With the throb of bliss vivifying
Each node within Hiranyagarbha
Enlivened and self contained
With all other centres in harmony
Pristinity of presence unstained
03-September-2020
no thoughts tornadoed continents waiting
our ignited centres spaced dichotomy
unnamed species inhabited surrounds
we knew not of wisdom pounds
too much ayahuasca in the Amazon
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Gold Winner Poem
Allpoetry August 26
Brevity Contest
Prompt: Hallucinatory
Space within space
Without a face
Time beyond time
Beyond mere rhyme
Trace without trace
Yet full of grace
Chime transcends chime
Timeless whole rhymes
Place beyond place
To greet soul pace
Light centres light
Soul's surreal sight
Leon Enriquez
31 October 2015
Singapore
We've got the wedding bin blues,
Reception Centres should have been sued,
Plastic chicken and phony food,
"Why did you marry me?" we rued,
This is the first wives' club,
Half were in the pudding club,
The orange appliances survived,
Half the exes aren't alive,
Reception Centres should have been sued,
We've got the wedding bin blues!!
A perfect segment, one curve, one line,
Fits to the side of the same that is mine.
You're half, not less, just half.
Love is nurture, it has to be learnt,
My Whole was given the time that you weren't.
I'm hers, she's mine...then you.
So why then do I feel this gold thread there?
When I'm not even sure blood is thicker than air.
Maybe it's the Grace at our centres.
Form:
power, police and prudence,
the mainstream monsters of mimicry,
like patels of a flower playing far from the fulcrum,
their power derived from dismal points interior,
of state sustainance and centres,
assistants arrayed according,
to authority anchored beyond,
to pry prudence on paupers,
thus pour power like powder,
on supra-orthodox options,
and security sanity perforates without.
shimmering affections
pure simplicity
beyond
impressions
a leap
forward
to tomorrow
resonating
stylised symbolic
with rustic charm
random fragments
juxtaposed
from
the centre of thought
with
absolute freedom
for
expression
of
sentiment
a Gaugin tribute
On Jerusalem's shinning spectre
London wastes away
On bus Non speaking Englishman
in England's fair open land
The border centres have a heavy load
from your tired, tireless migrants
Tent cities erected in West End
human capital indivisiblely wasted
Crisis queues at A and E
14 years of Tory waste
The Bird of prey
on England's blight
Give Labour a chance
invest in peoples power
stop unequal development up North
petal by petal
heart lotus opens
orientation celebratory
there is no one here to discern
meanings our mind tends to assign
for all that is, is but a splash in the ocean
wherein presence savours soma nectar potion
in time dissolved stillness, poised in the void
becoming the flame of awareness itself
transmuting all energy centres within
in a slow motion dance beauteous
so thus we learn as we burn
within body-mind urn
The horizontal energy conduit
at the central Anahata spacial
burrows polarity opposites radial
with patience slow but resolute
Likewise the head upper ovoid
sees multitude of nodes deepening
magnetic electricity heightening
with presence in bliss overjoyed
Whilst lower mind is at rest
we cannot help noticing divine geometry
energy centres glistening in symmetry
each pulse manifesting a new crest
05-October-2020
Chocolates
Chocolates bright and beautiful
All All chocolates large or small,
Don't care what they're wrapped in,
Because I love them all.
The purple Violet Crumble,
The Peppermint foiled in green,
The Cherry Ripe in bright red,
Plus centres filled with cream.
Chocolates bright and beautiful
All chocolates large or small,
Don't care what they're wrapped in,
Because I love them all.
( can be sung to 'All things bright and beautiful' )
The Black Knight is in orbit at the South Pole near
And they say it had been there for two thousand years
Maybe it was put there by aliens visiting earth
Something went wrong and it was abandoned as no worth
So now NASA's space photographs have shown it to the world
And the discussion centres on what it could be scientifically held
Some say that it's just a piece of space junk
With all the hype about it being just a lot of funk.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Not Hopping
Some trainers in the BPO industry
Have worked in 20 or 30 different places
Brian met 2 or more such trainers
Both had worked in dozens of centres
Between a month’s training and years
Finally settling down to train others
Being Hoppers no more job to job
Instilling their skills info knowledge
With wisdom guidance mind set
It takes skill to be a trainer
And something else to excel
Getting the next generation ready
Reps support trainers OMs
The Divine at play while we sleep
Magnetic currents sinking in deep
Tingling zingling delighting
Simmering bubbling climaxing
Explosive blissful ignition within continual
Heightened rapture in ceaseless renewal
Spinal fluids break through the medulla
Spraying their essence into the nebula
The magnetised void draws in the elixir
Energy centres vibrating as a precursor
Celebrating in unison our visit back home
In resonance with the omnipresent pulse Ohm
Always
There are those who are always humble
And those are arrogant and full of
Who work in the call centres
They are agents or bosses
Each has their own agenda
Either good or bad ever indifferent
Which one are you
Who do you aspire to be?
An honest rep or scoundrel
Brian didn't care for money
He cared for success
For success had a sweet taste
Brian knew what was what
And what he had to do
He was one of the quiet ones
Simply doing his job
Are you like this?
Get data smart, don't let them start.' Such Intended centers, strike at the real heart' of all
Eco-log-istics, and world climate resolutions.' Resultant scars on the earth would
Be a hostile intrusion, defacing and squandering available and sustainable resources..I point out the trampling
And tearing of our
Earth.' We must apply all our recourses.'
To arrest such desecration, resist in all
And any manner, be firm stand fast and
Into this machinery, lets throw every
Bloody spanner !