Short Ingress Poems

love drenched clenched eyes express ~
vibrance of bliss ingress...

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our fontanel glistens
it is the tenth door
which now open

it is from this portal
peak of mount Kailash 
Holy Spirit makes ingress...

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Could blame stress
Nonetheless
Must confess
Took ingress
To excess

Now I feel
Brain in reel
Never heal!
Got to kneel
Food repeal

10 January 2022...

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feeling, not thinking
awareness unblinking
as we undress
bliss makes ingress

as soma nectar flows
our heart glows
God’s magnetic storm
enables us to transform...

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In stalwart meadows
stout egress, god wiz ingress
locum hope in spring 


Written: January 29, 2022

2nd Place Contest Winner


NEWNESS senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin...

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As laugh, consideration's pride
I frown, I frown, I so deride,
this humbleness, from youth's confide
that learning temperament reside!

I cry the diabolic spine
that curves in moment's new express,
this standing firm is my define
the talent being my ingress!...

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A gentle breeze sweeps through our soul
It’s God’s sublime caress
Transformed as light, scriptures extol
Divine grace makes ingress 

Drenched with magnetic heat
Head to feet, bliss replete
Rapture refrains repeat

We are at ease
A gentle breeze...

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Divine Mother’s touch,
we yearn for so much;
gentle love caress,
bliss making ingress.

Bliss currents burrow,
beneath skin furrow,
enlivening form
with magnetism warm.

Soma nectar drips;
heart, with pleasure sips
elixir of God;
our soul, overawed.

16-April-2022...

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Imbued rose colors
of birth. Sky tinted billowed
petals, junked. Florid

gardens, immaculate.
Scents of citrus heavens. Bloodshot
tinctured cotton

colors. Rubicund 
chalk crumbles, powders highlands
thrusting. An ingress

kerfs a hyloid 
barrier. Cruer clots. Spook.
Cimmeran smudges....

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To become the flame we burn,
vaporising aspects stern.
Bursts forth thus, God’s miracle,
renewal continual.

As bliss currents make ingress,
humming magnetic caress
enlivens each node within ~
is how magic does begin.

Play of delight, day and night,
transforms us as living light!
In being, so becoming,
God awaits our home coming!

28-March-2022...

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Certainty's excess, nor revelations stress
is empathy for rule, not ingress.
A sacrifice so willing must suggest
the option of forgiveness not complex,
a savior ranking forward as our crest.
In torment's indecisions we have lust,
and so endanger others pathways thus.
Contention must be free and motives just ~
in order that our battle . . . . changes us!...

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“The table's laid, everything's ready made
All are welcome, for love assigns no grade”


There's nothing to be done
Life plays out in as is ordained
We plant seeds of heart's intent
And in timeless time love's ingrained

Head and heart aligned and eye mindful
Speeds up our soul growth process
For if we make our heart porous
Bliss mists make ingress

22-November-2022...

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Glimpses of truth revealed from time to time,
whilst useful, does not signal soul’s ascent,
having neither etched in heart God’s love chime,
nor granted bliss our unreserved consent,
onslaught of lust, unable to prevent.
Flickering awareness, a half measure,
for there are attachments we still treasure
and so at best it’s still work in progress,
as we become nonchalant to pleasure,
God’s light making ingress as we undress....

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Jade
 
                                      She sits moon-stil
                                      in the low tide of the afternoon
                                      ebbing the annoying scum after a robust ingress...
                                      A breeze from the bay, goose-bumped her breast
                                      and her eyes stabbed at jaded notes
                                      on ruffled sheets….....

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This is a Rondine in pentameter

Never say never my darling Betty.
I think past sweet words have been a good  start
and know they’re ingress to a woman’s heart
Would you like to rest on this soft settee,
there is no danger its firm and steady.
Gospel truth, in pantsuit you look so smart.
Never say never.
I saw you, dear, at Tavern Gramercy.
In Effie Silk Dress you were piece of art,
I could have torn your lucky date apart.
The Maitre d' had your table ready
Never say never....

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