Short Deeming Poems

Judged as audacious, the pure heart 
played on, like an innocent child,
deeming all souls one, none apart;
emotes, tempestuous and wild,
yet touch tender, loving and mild....

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Dangerously and dramatic, delightful diamond-clad damsels from Delaware
deviously dazzled dashing dapper dweebs from Des Moines.
Deliberate dallying drained the dullards of their discerning dendrites.
Deeming them deliriously and dubiously devoted....

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Surrounded by the mundane and inane,
we notice bliss magnetism yet hums on,
light of Self measures neither loss nor gain
and is with each breath, here and now reborn,
mirroring purified heart free from stain,
presence deeming each breath as a new dawn.
Gifts of nature do not discriminate 
and likewise throb of bliss does not abate....

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Ya boo and fiddlesticks
to the thorns of life and all that pricks.
Ya boo, too, ye  plutocrats
who treat the rest like worthless rats.
Fiddlesticks to  ivory towers
where boffins sport their mental powers,
deeming themselves to be omniscient
and lesser minds somewhat deficient.
Give me the simple things of life,
these to share with kids and wife....

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Ongoing obstructive destructive heart
Hurt beyond timeless painful depart

Loveless weak endless criminal feeling
Weird never-ending wrongful seething

Needing caressing of tender broken heart
Feeling growing warm holding to start

Leading forward to a true love deeming
Bringing love to the forefront redeeming

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Michael J. Falotico's	"How to fix a broken heart" contest

3/17/2012...

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In awe of God, with love not fear,
soul’s innocence rests lower mind,
tuning in to divine rhythm kind,
letting not lower thoughts appear,
deeming all as one and thus dear,
playing our life role as assigned,
in awe of God.

When bliss beats rise, we sense He’s near
and follow love’s scent in trust blind,
that we be by its hues defined,
shaped by spirit, we choose to steer,
in awe of God.

18-January-2023
Rondine...

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Let the thinker thinking rest
thoughts spawned at ego’s behest,
to feel God’s touch intimate ~
bliss beats that do not abate.

To set soul here and now free,
take refuge under love’s tree,
whose roots grow within our heart,
deeming all one, none apart.

Quit mind battles, which we wage.
Quell desires, that within rage.
Allow silence right of way,
whereupon, life becomes play.

20-July-2022...

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Return to the desk the teacher and classmate
The bell rings hurry you don't want to be late

Mother pushing for your learning bright hungry belly
Father is absent not a penny milking the skinny cow shelly 

Grandfather swells on self not caring who die or live
Deeming it sacrilege to dip in his pocket and a penny give

Grandmother tries to hold it all together knowing the need
Giving of her means caring the bright hungry belly to feed...

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We conjured a dream sequence 
Aimed to entertain
But our thought had potent power
So the demon had to be slain

We took a step backwards
To examine the cause
It was our stuporous awareness
A tendency to pause

Stagnation then our nemesis 
Caught in egoic glue
Mindfulness the path optimal
Deeming each breath as new

Emptying out mind-body form
Of feral instinct
In timeless time bliss energised heart
Soul at last, by love inked...

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Love paves the way, for soul’s ascent,
once we choose to meld head with heart,
deeming all souls one, none apart,
self-aware, here and now present,
mindfully granting truth consent
and once fears and desires depart,
love paves the way.

We're living light, luminiscent,
clear truth known, when God search we start,
breath soulful, which is a learnt art,
whence our bliss drenched soul rests content;
love paves the way.

19-October-2022

Rondine...

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How can I stop this dreaming of you
When my heart just keeps on dreaming
How can I  stop my heart seeming of you
When my heart just keeps on seeming
How can I stop deeming 
that you love me at every turn
When sleep won't sleep
and images won't keep
and thoughts run deep
And my attention keeps seeking
Part of my soul keeps weeping
And these pages leaking
And the love of you seeping
what i keep secret inside
Back to bed I wonder
Can I stop seeking...

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Ooze be reality upon the page

Betwixt the courtship of pen and paper

Reveries aid in sustaining spare sage

Refrain he must from such foolish capers



As cyclical evidence he distributes

Yearning to establish a solid voice

Such fervent vocals shan't be silenced mute

Quite a conscious, yet such a wise choice



Devil's dearest a portrayal inclined

Gambling upon his impending death wish

Deeming his existence as asinine

Within spooky graveyards he shall relish...

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We
cannot
ascend till
negating fear,
as also desires,
we live internally,
refining our responses,
mindfully gentling our actions,
recognising we must walk the talk,
moment after moment, day after day.

Yogic practice, prayers and chants help not,
unless we emote love breath by breath,
deeming all souls one, none apart,
enlivening those we meet,
with joyous tenderness,
feeling in their hearts,
God’s pure spirit,
that pervades
our form
too....

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Nebula4C appeared over the horizon
an ancient being who had traveled here before
many light years away from his home
He studied our constellations, and smiled
knowing he was where he had planned to be
An azure hologram sky concealed his arrival.
He was unsure how much farther Earth had advanced
Could we stand the idea of NDEs and UFOs?
Were we ready this time?
He landed in a field to begin his quest.
Returned to his ship several hours later, deeming us not ready yet....

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Taking for granted, boons on us bestowed,
ego consciousness builds its own domain,
birthing delusion unless thoughts are stowed.
Erst fears and desires, when to rest are lain,
alignment with love, cleanses soul of stain.
The way is simple to meld head with heart,
deeming all beings one, with none apart,
a view contrary to our ego urge,
yet oh dear pilgrim, if we choose to start,
in timeless time, our soul with God does merge.

01-September-2021...

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Haunted by his saddened face, swooned by his soul.
Enveloped in his love, with a heart that's gilded gold.
Suppressed by all his childhood fears, with nothing left forbidden.
Doubted by his ignorant mind, but with rage in his vision.
Hidden is what is in his heart, which is truely desired.
Deeming friends and dazzling gems that were stolen from a squire.
Aloof in the world he has banished me too, now that is not hindered.
In his mind I'll step about, with my rage slightly kindered....

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