Short Grossest Poems
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(This is a fictional poem)
You're making a peanut butter sandwich with sardines.
That's one of the grossest things I've ever seen.
Now you're putting marshmallows and gravy on it too.
I'm going to call the funny farm on you.
Form:
The grossest element earth
shapes mind body form,
which remains inert until,
magnetism conjures a storm.
The air we breathe,
a gift from God,
causes nodes to stir,
leaving childlike heart awed.
Fire heats, water cools,
generating a toroidal force,
which once divine aligned,
connects soul to source.
God is the magician,
who entwines elements four,
that joyful heart begs
love for an encore.
"Not allowing yourself to be who you were always meant to be
is the grossest miscarriage of justice."
--by poet
You have a God-given right to be you
Live your truth fully each day
Let no one bully you.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written March 24, 2022
Syllables 10-7-6 checked by HMS and PS
For “Form K – Kimo” poetry contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
The light of Self is in five sheaths concealed,
the grossest being this form made of dust,
then is the life force breath by breath revealed
and kundalini’s potent power thrust,
beyond which is lower mind we mistrust,
then intuition, aligned with God’s mind,
subtlest being bliss imbibed by hearts kind,
so when we speak of form it is all this,
where in our heart’s core, light of Self’s divined,
beyond space-time, in the void’s dark abyss.
You must work for it to get it
You must pry if you must see
Those deep aspects of reality
Where it happens before we see
The physical is the grossest of realms
The others are subtle but more real
If it happens before we get to see it
Here is the terminus of a long process
In the quietness of the mind they all exist
The multiple worlds a being dwells at same time
Patience is a useful tool in this great adventure
To within, where higher realms are revealed
“Of our ignorance, ego is the cause ~
Truth of our being is found in the pause”
~ quote by poet
As we slow down, light of soul is crystallised,
cloaking itself in five sheaths of feeble form,
out of which grossest is body, by us prized,
energised by magnetism, both cool and warm.
Truth of our inner light can be realised,
if ego agrees to die in a bliss storm,
to which end all we need to do, is be still,
delighting as dark voids within our heart fill.