Short Hybronnet Poems

Two kittens sleep
     aside as I write purring
     each in a moccasin...

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Healing takes time
And loving leans
Lessons
Letting
Us survive in
This sultry world
Of sin and
Repentance...

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Coastal ghosts


Out of the foam 
when a mighty wave crashed ashore
came a pair of transparent 
horses
flying mane of course
They were last seen 
galloping 
upland where the mist
was settling for the evening...

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Coastal ghosts


Out of the foam 
when a mighty wave crashed ashore
came a pair of transparent 
horses
flying mane of course
They were last seen 
galloping 
upland where the mist
was settling for the evening...

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I am living alone
In barren universe.
My soul seeks a soulmate,
To be so terse.
I stretch my hand in rain,
But, drops don't know my pain.

My heart says there is none
Who can realize love,
I want you to know that,
Love's all above,
This is not such a clue
You know that I need you....

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There was a time worth remembering 
There was a moment you wouldn't forget
But it was lost to a fatal misjudgement
And had was replaced with regret


I wait for it to peak its head out
To the wind the action was tossed
But i swelter in the heat of a missed opportunity 
And reconcile with my loss...

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So these are it. The poems from and 
about my trip. Thanks to all who have
taken the time to read these, and especially
to those who have made comments. I do 
apologize for not reading or commenting on 
other's poetry during this time, but will do so
now that I have "poems from a broad" off my
chest. Thanks to all....

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Back on track with
my faith. Sometimes
I just feel ashamed,
chained down a disgusting
disgrace. 

Why do I once again
slide away unsure if I'm saved?
I hold onto God's grace, a free gift
showing how much he truly loves
us. 

Christ alone is my cornerstone.
I could never survive this journey on
my own faith alone....

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No noise,silence,
the beating of my  heart,
alone,with my thoughts;
Without,I see the breeze,
soundless,active,alive,
slowly I awake,arise

to another day

My faith is part of me,
as is my poetry;
It could not be any other way,
two sides of one coin,I now say;
It's who I really was,you see
hidden,then released,in me 

Faith,art & my poetry...

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Confidence easily had 
Is a matter of practice
Things that start out prickly bad
Can smooth the thorniest cactus.

Tenacious trial and error
Experience cannot be beat.
If you honestly care
To delve into a new feat.

Encourage yourself to try
And you will never be askance
Effort’s product will magnify
Tenacious person’s honest dance.

Confidence along with hard work
Is an amazing little perk....

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Following heart, we sing our song,
recontouring vastness of space,
whose refrain is the cosmic gong,
showering boons bestowed by grace.

The veil of space slowly thins out,
unable to handle bliss heat,
revealing God’s light from beyond,
that removes from our mind all doubt,
as polarities meet and greet,
forging with love, a lifelong bond.

Such secrets hidden in plain sight
are revealed on soul’s wingless flight....

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Afghanistan, Afghanistan
Now ruled by dreaded Taliban
Evacuation at full speed
The world watches as nation bleeds
Guns and bombs and threats all over
Innocents die as death hovers

Afghanistan, Afghanistan
Who can save thee from Taliban?
United Nations cannot help
As terrorists begin to yelp
No soldiers protect anymore
Thy troubles cause worldwide uproar

Afghanistan, Afghanistan
Chained in shackles of Taliban.


08.31.2021
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Parallel lines of attention,
one being urge of the ego,
the other loosening tension,
preferring soulful musings slow,
playoff between chaos and bliss;
in both cases, a deep abyss.

If we feed the demon of lust,
trampling over those who are meek,
soul’s light ebbs due to acts unjust
and our auric field becomes weak
but if our head and heart align,
here and now we become divine.

At the crossroads what do we choose;
ego’s ruse or soul’s blissful muse?...

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Our third eye glistens, as we watch
bliss magnetism rise, notch by notch,
until each cell of feeble form 
imbibes these currents, cool and warm,
dancing on our spine’s vertebrae,
the tease divine, playing hopscotch,
God applauding the way we pray.

Poised attention animated,
we become light, as is fated,
doing nothing, save being still,
wonderstruck as voids within fill,
ego cravings, decimated.

Toroidal heart emits love’s scent,
paving way for our soul’s ascent....

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It's an impossibility,
all things have an identity,
even poor John Doe is now known
by that simplest of nom de plume.

Meanwhile on the news over there
the suspect it's said has gray hair,
with a purple shirt and red hat;
what kind of fashion sense is that?!

Rain is the rain; sun is the sun,
the tallest tales are often spun
by one who has nothing but fear
and feels safe when spreading a smear.

And, so, for your information
I'm just a conglomeration 
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Each node a bliss epicentre,
standing erect without support,
wherefrom grace bestowed does enter,
each pore of form love’s docking port.

The void holds us in warm embrace,
shimmering due to bliss rapture
as we see clearly, by God’s grace,
a knowing mind cannot capture.

We go where our attention flows
and as such we are everywhere 
but it’s in stillness where thought slows,
we truly become self-aware.

The words we speak, are so offered,
as the boons upon us conferred....

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In our silence, if thoughts intrude,
recognise that they manifest,
owing to cravings rude and crude,
offered to us as a life test,
so if we rain dance in the nude,
childlike innocence will be blest,
by pulsations of boundless bliss,
brought forth when polarities kiss.

Employing the mind of our heart,
we flow through life with zest and zeal,
treading mindfully, a learnt art,
no illusion holding appeal.

Since we’re the all, we’re also this
feeble form supercharged with bliss....

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Waking from deep sleep every morn,
centred in the cave of our heart,
before the flow of thought forms start,
in time stretched calm, ego is shorn.

As of soul’s choice we remain still,
doing nothing, poised in the void,
our pristine presence unalloyed,
imbibes boons of grace to heart’s fill.

Attentive awareness alert,
cognises pulse of magnetism,
cascading within feeble form
and as bliss continues to spurt,
igniting thus mind-body prism,
we feel God’s touch, tender and warm....

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