Short Instil Poems
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Heart quiescent, our presence still,
voids within, with divine grace fill,
doing nothing, save receiving,
we behold how love is weaving
light strobes in heart, God does instil
Advise for all your older generations
Make a promise to re-instil that dream
Every generation need leaders and guides
Reach out to younger ones inspire again
It time to unshackle all the true dreamers
Change will come if you choose to accept
Arise show leadership to the new leaders
song of our soul spurs heart that love may soar
so shifting into staid silence tranquil
at our blissful core where God keeps no score
we dissolve in the void our egoic will
that divine grace may love and light instil
being our prayerful invocation
drawing in thus God’s cosmic vibration
Body-mind moves but consciousness is still,
in witness mode, tranquil heart its abode,
and as bliss magnetism God does instil,
joyous in the mists, we pay Him an ode,
radiating divine light, our soul’s code.
With fullness in emptiness as the norm,
poised in repose, we invoke a bliss storm.
O my Lord and my God
give me your peace and calm
help me to confidently speak
please give me your healing balm
It's getting so utterly frustration
help me to overcome this fear
that seems to hold my tongue
twisting it to feel a tear
Instil your power upon this mouth
so for your glory I strike a blow
give me grace to overcome
you're at my side I do know!
Perhaps
that love flies by on silver wings
what hurts the most is how it stings
but rise we must for love it brings
us lonely little ding a lings...
supporting words are ever sought
prattling of some brighter thought
round and round it rattles till
the keyboard forms and words instil
love you mate and I ain’t bent
you be a shiela heaven sent
Don Johnson
Movie star
Clint Eastwood fits the bill,
Even in the Unforgiven,
Dirty Harry’s words instil,
Shut down or you’ll be bleeding.
Hang em high, just get the rope,
Upon the hanging tree,
Puff the cigar, and hawk a bit,
Watch out, old dog you’ll see.
Pale horse rider,
Shooting quick,
Begone, or you be dead,
Colt 45 has arrived,
The bullets slick,
Methinks should stay in bed.
do tell
how the
bliss spell
within
does fill
all voids
to joy
instil
current
purring
sometimes
roaring
as it
prefers
while we
accept
as would
a child
trusting
the winds
of change
flowing
in form
which we
thus feel
through day
and night
there then
being
no doubt
for there
is no
ego
to ask
any
question
with self
now a
bliss mist
bubbling
with joy
25-January-2021
The World is my Stage
Take to the Stage
With a venemous rage
Like a mad man caged
So you can drive home your rhetoric
Till the crowd feel electric
Watched by the masses these intolerable Asses
Preach from glass house’s
While their wives wear their trousers
So they can stand on a podium
Instil pandemonium
As they spin you a lie with a glint in their eye
About the world they have created
That is shrouded in hatred
Here now within mind-body, we respond
as infinite bliss bubbles burst within,
forging with holy trinity a bond,
in heightened rapture, residing therein,
benign ignition, throbbing on our skin.
Acceptant spirit stands still, as voids fill,
the divine current does blessings instil,
with our form in fullness thus magnetised,
being gently shaped upon the anvil,
becoming in good time, God realised.
13-November-2021
Van Gogh had rescued a starving vampire
Why was he starving I hear you enquire
The answer I think will instil disbelief
When I say that vampire had no pointy teeth
The vampire became Vincent’s most willing aide
Although of course he only worked in the shade
One night he crept from the tomb where he hid
Grabbed a cold beer and he pulled back the lid
Hey Vince, do you fancy a cool pint of beer
Van Gogh shook his head… ‘No fangs, I’ve got one ear.’
Please, please
Save humanity and stop using the W word like that
You have no idea of what wisdom is
Your words wound deep
Your words sting painful
You call me names to bring me down
Am sure you wish I could only drown
Maybe if you talked less, and listened more
You would learn the steps to wisdom-hood
And please please
Stop quoting the bible like that
You are quoting it to satisfy your own agenda
Which is to instil more pain, rather than to help
I
Nations thrive, connive, destruct -- the birds still instil awe, naturally
II
Heretics and falsehood abound, but cows, even pigs, in town, reassure us of survival.
NOTE: In cities& towns in South Africa, the changes since Nelson Mandela's revolution, allows mainly black farmers & persons to let livestock roam towns for leftovers, rarely herding them.. Some eat plastic bags. Two are sleeping on the sidewalk, next to our only hotel, in Kerk Street, as I write/ edit
As life plays out in slow motion,
we learn to make use of free will,
gently calming thought commotion,
poised in the void, tranquil and still,
feeling complete,
with bliss replete.
Sipping the divine bliss potion,
by night and day thus, to heart’s fill,
soul, a wave, becomes the ocean,
as love and light, God does instil,
in timeless time,
by touch sublime.
31-May-2022
HMS, Rhymezone
Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet