Short Fizz Poems
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Here is my debut poem about prison
A mighty fine place to do your biz in
Residents use the corner to take a whiz in
Add soapy water ~ Presto! A 'Fizz-in!'
Silent forever
Blue champagne flash frozen ice
Frozen cork unpops
To take a drink of nature
It's heavenly sculpted art
-- Thoughts on a frozen lake --
bliss vibe heightens
words describe not
divine joy ride
07-December-2020
(reversed Than Bauk)
Entered for: Bauk Than - Than Bauk poetry contest
Sponsor: charles messina
Fizz- mongering *,the selfie of olden days
fizz ..or face ..that is to say
monger ...a merchandiser..to sell
both phrases forgotten..ditched of late
for my English languages..changes..& never dates
*portrait. artist
... God said to assist...
and so I do
" ... you can't have science..."
without a bit of God, I real-eyes d; ...
... and then God said,
"... it's true..."
so she signed her find...
"... and that's MY kungfu..."
~The Tech.Nique~
Cascading bliss fizz tornado
Spirals burrow third eye
Whistle blows! Ready, steady go!
Rapture, at a new high
Heart’s ecstasy’s unbound
The one hand clapping sound
All around does resound
It’s gotten to this
Cascading bliss fizz
04-March-2022
Quietus
Soma nectar drips,
as bliss current grips
our heart’s attention,
in jubilation.
Free from narrow doubt,
love begins to sprout,
bursting forth as light,
to our soul’s delight.
Transfiguration
in celebration
heightens joy quotient,
moment by moment.
Amidst the bliss rise,
unfed ego dies.
That that remains is
as is, a bliss fizz.
20-April-2022
How sweet it is when love had fizz,
and life's bell was a tinkle,
one time me eyes locked with a cuz,
but she was way too little.
ol alien, poor bugger me,
richoted up into a tree,
tangled with a swarm of bee's
the sting of stung exciting
cousin Don he caught a guy,
teasing bees to get a rise,
water squirted from his eyes,
his phallus pronged and bulging:)
Don Johnson 29-june-11
Imagine a living light
Self luminous & bright
Alive & aglow in the Sushumna funnel
Emanating rays of magnetic bliss radial
This is how it is
The elixirous fizz
Radiating inside out as ignition in renewal
The climaxical explosion a throb continual
Time alone can tell
How bliss will swell
Bubble of form fragile feels rising intensity
Leaving it to God to determine life or fatality
05-August-2020
No steps to take
Once ego we forsake
For all the doing
Enabling our becoming
Is automatically taken care
By our choice to pair
With the love vibration
Simply by entering cessation
Our orientation acceptant
We flow in the current
Imbibing the bliss elixir
Across all body vectors
Heightened climaxing delight
Throbbing within day & night
Such is is-ness of being-ness
In a continuum of stillness
At play within
06-November-2020
By the gray rivers flowing, the recently revived,
bob along like Champaign corks in the swift current.
The dead always pop too soon,
even when
you pull their corks with long lamentations.
The fizz-fuse keeps burning.
Morning finds them on-going,
restored and drifting among the detritus
of our own sad endings.
They are not ghosts, you gave them names,
but they do not answer when you call.
They instead, bump against the riverbanks
endeavoring to once again, come ashore.