Short Dweller Poems
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“toll tell tale”
you’re
the dead
ringer
i the shiftless
nightshift
dweller
listlessly
listening
for thee
Quick, with gliding stride
Adapting to urban life
Coyote survives
Hard to believe..
but there are coyotes in San Francisco
getting to a stage
where gender bias erased
we embrace all souls
accepting all as they are
devoid of expectation
30-March-2021
energised by the sun
wooed by the moon
enlivened by magnetism
organic form responds
to tease of the breeze of love
felt by the dweller of our heart
dweller of darkness, knowing not light ~ embarks in stillness, wingless flight
25-April-2021
Paradox of life poetry contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
who within us feels the magnetic pull
who else but God, the dweller of our heart
announcing His presence in feeble form
causation that makes bliss ignition start
melding head with heart
cognition now spherical
we befriend silence
becoming thus a bliss mist
we are dweller of the void
01-July-2021
fear mirrors desire
roots in ego attachment
stillness sets us free
dwell in void of cessation
each moment celebration
29-May-2021
Tanka Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: ML Kiser
Magnificent, awe-inspiring,
This primal dweller of the
Primordial Garden, keeper
of, Ha! the "Tree of Knowledge",
Winding through the labyrinth of
time, cultures, legends and lore!
notice the way we look at other forms
is our perception based on appearance
look instead for the dweller in each heart
for It is the same light that lights all lights
source that causes bliss ignition to start
Turtle walks slowly on ground
Shell is home and protection
A land and water dweller
Owns first mobile home
By: Richard Lamoureux For Russell Sivy's contest: Natural Dodoitsu
First attempt at this style, hope I got it right
the singing sparrow
cares not for the morrow
and yet the dweller of its heart
within form feels bliss ignition start
and so oh hermit, we are that
know it as a certain fact
hold back not heart’s emote
whilst riding on God’s bliss boat
One day,
On a blissful Wednesday,
I crawl up the moon to cry away.
Dark night,
Take me away with the light,
Keep sailing through the storm with all my might.
Silence the dweller,
While roses for the pyre wither,
And all my hopes shatter.
Is it my grief?
That i behold?
That i knoweth ongoing sorrow
Waterless doves?
None other, a city?
Just? As a city dweller?
Dwelling, in mired filth?
Unconquered mime, play!
At once! Be tainting…..
Project at them
Boredom? You wandered…..
as a co-creator with God
is not our pure intent enough
to assimilate love and light
in life’s turbulent seas so rough
our ego having vaporised
who is the dweller of our heart
the presence that burns and yet yearns
feeling all as one, none apart
the gap after thought
and before action
by us suspended
in animation
of meditation
caught thus midair
with easy flair
within the void
Self overjoyed
the moment
stretched reveals
soul presence
therein
pure bliss
dwells
10-October-2020
David the Dendrite (it means Tree-Dweller)
how the people loved this eccentric fellow
for three years he lived in a tree
yes he was the saint of Thessaloniki
(real title is written in the Greek alphabet but oh no you can't use 'special characters')
slow motion osmotic penetration
on an as is where is basis received
ushers mood of joyous celebration
with path of bliss magnetism being weaved
that the demise of ego be not grieved
so poised in peace as dweller of the void
our aura glistens pure and unalloyed
The essence
in us is
the same as
the essence
of the sun
In Genesis
and John is
our Creator’s
Light Presence
dwelled among
The Essence
in our heart is
dwelling as
Divine Essence
of the Son
(“Dweller of our heart” contest
By the Unseeking Seeker)
Daddy, there's an octopus in the cellar.
Dear, the octopus is an ocean dweller.
Daddy, now the octopus is in the attic.
Dear, the octopus is known to be aquatic -
just as I have told you, daughter.
Daddy, but the house is underwater.
the aspect of us
in form encased
we look to as
a fallen angel disgraced
essence of presence
pure and unalloyed
reviews the body-mind
which is by desires decoyed
be this as it may
we are where we choose to be
vibrant formless awareness
frolicking in the void carefree
we are not this limited body-mind
being but a form which we so ensoul
so holding firm focus leave doubts behind
invoking God’s grace that we may feel whole
and enact in nonchalance our life role
breath by breath as a dweller of the void
no longer by hypnotic thoughts decoyed
Below jugular notch, high on our chest,
the light of our Self radiates cool heat,
signalling we are being by God blessed,
for we’ve surrendered our will at His feet,
thus becoming aware of love’s bliss tweet.
Now that the dweller of our heart is known,
we’re comforted that we walk not alone.
Oh wandering monk, what is it you see?
Are you as yet bemused by outer form?
Shed off delusion and be here now free,
surrendering to the benign bliss storm,
that as you with God’s love and light conform,
with each breath sending bliss ignition start,
you’ll see Him as the dweller of each heart.
a wreath of roses, seductive.
gratifying as fine wine,
when faded from the lips
and nectarous symphonies die,
reverberates in the hearts
its scents, long a dweller; a sacred pill
for brokenness,
a muse for ecstasy
The refrains - pervasive in the air,
land, and water;
This gift from the gods.