Short Influx Poems
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readied for influx of grace
orifice at the fontanel expands
as we open our arms in embrace
pulsating, toroidal heart understands
third eye pulsates
we stay with it
simply present
in the current
God’s disc of light
hovers above
there is no hiatus
in influx of grace
gaze unfocused, awareness self-aware
entwines with enigmatic space
with the vast void we seamlessly pair
flickers of light signalling influx of grace
the first object we see is space
holding us close in warm embrace
a truth we fail to recognise
since mind would weigh, measure and size
thus self-blocking influx of grace
The influx of spring
growing seasons commencing...
For corn, wheat, pot holes
© Mar 13 2010 Charles Henderson
Refined by much traffic
Robust those ruts become
Resilient to data's
Rapid influx, just rest..
Remarkably channels
Refined, ready for change
Ruts~ deep within my brain
lethargic after eve from the
fallin ball of crystals
shiverin molested
minds confetti
lost shoes soul n virginity
abnormal social influx
they plant ideas in
my leakin brain
distorted in th-
e broken path
Form:
a divine sight once beheld
was by memory recalled
by our ego thus seeking
the influx of grace was stalled
why wallow in the shallows
when the ocean calls to soul
be still oh worthy hermit
that God’s touch may make us whole
resting in our natural state
staid silence invokes magnetism
cool heat of bliss does not abate
igniting our mind-body prism
ceasing to size, we vaporise
receptive to influx of bliss
elixir of love never dries
caress of Divine Mother’s kiss
Tender blooms
Modest buds
Novel blossoms
Flamboyant artwork
Emerald runners
Dynamic intelligence
Nonchalant gusts
Dreamy fragrance
Zealous songbirds
Embellished Nature
Unhampered, generous
Spring’s influx
Smita Kulkarni
03/08/2021
the strong shrieking wind
a song for trees to sing to
with a whistling noise
the birds have scattered
the song more dominant
with the wind howling
the influx of rain
inherent, a dripping sound
a new tune are played
WNN © 2010
The cards that he holds are deluxe,
when crazy is detailed influx,
and shot after shot
it hits the same spot —
the sting of a needle for bucks.
German man sells vaccine cards after getting
a Covid shot over and over again! 90!
4/9/2022
habit routine draws us to our i-pad
and so we may say there is addiction
to pen emotes which makes our heart feel glad
that on influx of God’s benediction
we go beyond our mind’s jurisdiction
to depict in symbols bliss magnetism
igniting head to toe mind-body prism
how can feeble organic form hold
rapture borne by bliss magnetism
it cannot
so the current is regulated
allowing time for assimilation
we are grateful
to that supreme intelligence
which watches over us tenderly
wherein all we do is allow
influx of divine grace
Sitting quietly with iPad in hand,
we allow musings of soul to arise
and although our mind does not understand,
it reflects all hues of offered surprise,
penning a poem before the ink dries,
the influx of grace, ineptly portrayed,
since we are by patterned thinking betrayed.
Oh! got my eyes on sober;
Me mind on roving;
my heart souls sings;
Like metal I'm shiny, I cling;
influx we such influx insight;
I, eye, eye we, we, we;
Above all uncertainty;
03/26/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Both past and future depend on the now,
as dreamy thought constructs birthed in the mind,
so ceasing thinking, grace influx allow,
essence of presence with bliss beats aligned,
surfing the vast void, by God’s will defined.
Time being relative, does not exist,
save for souls nurturing a to-do list.
Wisdom implant, influx direct
There is no room for doubt
Essence of presence stands erect
Prayerful and devout
Spinal column vibrates
Each node within gyrates
Tingling never abates
As of soul’s want
Wisdom implant
30-October-2021
Quietus
(HMS for syllable count)
APPLE TURNOVER
What the world waits for
A miracle new Eden
A great revival
An influx of innocence
Like a great enchanting wave
Like starting over
Adam and eve the tree snake
Virgin nakedness
Dark clouds give way to blue sky
And they happily remain
…………………………………………….
I just finished Dean Koontz’s “Breathless.”
Eyelash flashes and soft, sultry, hips
Languid, lascivious, seductions
Hot lust drips from sweet, lump-luscious, lips
Intimate, discriminate, influx-ions
Fast fingertips and slow gyrating hips
A night of lascivious influx-ions
Took one last sweet kiss from the sweetest of lips
Now no more discriminate seductions
addicted to a scent
we once granted consent
enmeshed us in confines of time
deadening sentience to our inner chime
self-blocking the influx of God’s grace
owing to mundane goals we chase
so the verses our mind shapes
though colourful rainbow drapes
if it has now become a habit routine
perhaps it is indulgence we need to wean
There’s no way to mistake influx of God’s grace,
that suffuses feeble form from head to toe,
transmuting body cells at a steady pace,
an epiphany of which we alone know.
In truth however, we are both this and that,
so if we freeze time in this instant we’re at,
we are certain to embody divine bliss,
whereupon like monks we exclaim, ‘I am this!’
in stupor we sink but then we see space blink
meanwhile within, kundalini is at play
with the formless void our consciousness we link
allowing influx of grace to have its way
with pulse of divine magnetism we concur
whence nodes within stir and all boundaries blur
that thus without doing anything at all
we stand tall centred in love’s benign bliss squall
Distinguished cobra with a top hat and tux
You are such a gentleman to all these ducks
They are being called, there is a big influx
Because they love what you do, these happy ducks.
Why do you like these quackers so?
Because they follow you to and fro?
Or because they bring the frogs from way below
I hear that you like munching on them starting at their toe.
walking the tightrope of silence bliss suffused
insulated from thought forms swirling around
pristine presence is by illusions amused
lifelike dreamy realms where ego was once crowned
but with truth deduced we beg to be excused
as influx of grace continues to astound
we are yet sometimes called upon to engage
to play with smoky shapes upon this world’s stage