Short Likening Poems

when we be equal
to both highs and lows
likening life to a lucid dream
joyous at all times in equipoise
what then remains to be done here...

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The cosmic egg splits, wherefrom two forms emerge,
the polarities of Self, male and female,
who seek to unite as of soul’s innate urge,
so descending from head to heart, they set sail,
where their union results in a bliss upsurge,
after which the brew of dark desires seems stale.
Likening head to ego and heart to God,
we stoop to conquer, when we give love our nod....

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Likening life to a splash in the ocean,
wherein love aligned, our role’s simply to feel
contrast of duality with emotion,
embracing and releasing, with zest and zeal
each offered impulse without thought commotion,
knowing that in timeless time, all wounds will heal,
our nonchalant presence, centred in the void,
is rarely if ever, by ego decoyed.

08-November-2022...

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Aversion to noise
Desire for silence

Both are blockages
Both resist the magnetic current

Likening life to a lucid dream
A dream we alone witness
In astonishment & wonderment

We celebrate
Each breath
Each pulse
As it fills
Our emptiness 

Mindfully cognisant
Here & now present
Embrace & release
Each moment with ease

We may call this orientation 
Ever present meditation 
In continuation

10-November-2021...

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You’re the tame auspiciously lurking in the still of my nightmares, frivolously evicting the static that haunts my memories, illuminating this frantic mind if even for a second.

Crippling the narrow minded ways in which I’ve become entrapped, a one way road futile in substance and willingness to succeed

The savior of superficiality aligning the monstrosity of a broken roar, promising problems putter to the likening of a minuscule oblivion...

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Likening autumn to beauty in death,
behold mighty trees in full bloom exhale,
as leaves fall to ground, with their dying breath;
dark seems the future, so in fear trees pale,
succumbing to thought onslaughts that assail.
Shifting sands of time makes us realise
that soul lives on even though body dies,
resurrecting soon, in another form,
so needless upon death are our heart's sighs;
God's flame of love is kind, loving and warm.

18-October-2022...

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Cotton Web



Walls, 
Old, stinky paint over cardboard

Vents in place of windows 
The kitchen’s 
Sticky with oily cotton web
A likening to smeared prune paste and rust 
Bathroom’s packed with hair and dust 

Twin brick buildings hold hands and huddle up 

Lightening struck and dared split them up
Ears covered 
Eyes shut


Doors swing and squeak with pests 
Swift shadows 
And fast tails
Leave behind droppings
And opened nests



Marckincia Jean
09/11/19...

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