Short Emoting Poems
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surrounded by unconscious minds
souls who are yet to awake
respecting their journey, we plod on
emoting love, for love’s sake
favours asked, sets into motion
ripples emoting emotion
universe may bind or be kind
yet boundless joy we never find
save sipping, divine love potion
11-December-2021
Knock, knock, knock
seething at her core,
it's your older sister
emoting once more..
Knock, knock, knock,
bar that door.
She's launching missiles
in hopes of a sibling war..
Knock, knock, knock.
You've been there before.
If you don't want her angst,
then just ignore..
wherefrom arises the urge to share
with fellow souls who care to pair
the cry of our heart emoting pure joy
born of innocence that is never coy
for far too long we have been confined
stuporous awareness not with love aligned
but now recognising that freedom is at stake
we remain by day and night always awake
akin to stars twinkling in the sky
emoting to all, their heart’s delight
feeling soma nectar drip within form
bliss effervescence radiates God’s light
lower mind rests, no meanings are assigned
to the magical play at our core underway
suffice to say, that having vaporised
grace imbibed is now here to stay
Given that spirit can assume any form,
the manifestations that in dreams appear,
may conceal intent, appearing to be warm,
revealing their true colours, as they draw near,
so be it a placid lake or a dark storm,
if our eye be single and heart free from fear,
God in us embraces, God in shape beheld,
that so emoting love, darkness is dispelled.
Following subtle scents of love in the void,
childlike presence emoting heart’s pure intent,
having vaporised, no longer by fears toyed,
grants vibrations of God’s spirit its consent,
that in its native element unalloyed,
by remaining present, assures soul’s ascent.
There then thus is really nothing we do,
save letting throb of bliss magnetism renew.
Mystical moon dancer who summons owls
Spinning her wild imaginative cleverness
Flowing amongst the rhinestone stars
Summoning the holy wise ones
Delighting heaven’s gatekeepers
Emoting words of love
Showering humanity with dainty hope
Frolicking in a frothy ethereal light
Pirouetting soulfully amongst the sky keepers
Mystical moon dancer who summons owls
Eased onto an exsiccated embankment
Enchanted by the empyreal expanse
Exhausted from day's endued earning
Yet elated at the endowment of esprit
Enjoying earth's earnest, emoting eye of
Emerald engraved in ecru in eyes that are
Endlessly enamoured with all existence; I
Echo 'er expression of enthralled euphoria
Evoking an effusive extolment of Eminence
OluDola2019.
melancholia
memories
emoting
tears,
forgotten
years
awake:
regrets
surface
lost love
remembered,
words unsaid,
recalled
raw
emotions
crescend
descend
die,
the tide of life
ebbs...
no longer ...flows
words as listening to youtube clip of Mahler's adagio from Symphony no 5
I write wildly,
Expressing, emoting
Fierce,feelings flowing
Quickly, quietly through my head
Placing, pen on paper
Releasing, recurring ,wraths within
Clearing, cleansing, the clarity conquers
Images influence entirely everything
Piles of pictures purged from my mind
Silencing my souls, shadowed secrets
Freeing a forbidden feeling of my past
Slowly, solace seeps
Renewing and refreshing
Entirely everything
Free to forge forward
To try to trust
Freely falling thoughtlessly levitating deeply engrossing
clearly seeing openly meaning reality being lonely
contemplating obscenely rhyming lyrically singing
timely emoting emotionally shining clarity
Is clarity a thought process or is it free falling artistically ?
You tell me
Is it processing emotions at face value or are emotions
punching you so hard in the face you have that moment
of clarity?
You tell me
Really. What is clarity?
Chiquitas' Forbidden Fantasy verse,
Passions flowing, incomplete,
hotly, warmly on its seat,
ovulations' grasping,
fancys heat,
fires close and steaming, meet,
look out she's coming,
running feet,
run no more,
she's just too sweet ...
Don Johnson 16-aug-11
I guess i have a penchant for emoting with passions verse n worse,
while life seems incomplete:
until the terse hearse sweet...
carts away me body and me spirit's on his feet:) xo, Don
Joy,
wisdom
and power
along with will
to create magic
manifesting ripples
emoting our pure intent,
that unfolds in linear time
as the innate freedom we enjoy,
is the being-ness of our consciousness.
Surfing lucid dreams of our heart’s desire,
we’re both the subject and the object
but know it not since we’re in trance,
freed from which when we are still,
by slowing flow of thoughts,
that ceasing to seek,
we react not,
waking up
from the
dream.