Short Mainstay Poems
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Don't look at things that haven't come your way
just count the blessings that have been your mainstay
Wisdom revealed yet is concealed,
since we have not before God kneeled
and since dark desires yet hold sway,
we fail to make love our mainstay,
treating life as a battlefield.
Mexican petunia
Magical nectar drips
Monarch butterflies drink
Maintaining their body
Majestically fills
Magnifico for you
Mainstay for fall beauty
bliss beats anoint
the Bindu point
our heart feels full
with God’s magnetic pull
we remain poised thus
aboard the bliss bus
breath by breath, day by day
Holy Spirit our mainstay
Mustached, smiling motorcycle man.
Marvelous medic. Perennial helping hand.
Stony chuckle, mainstay of Auburn clan.
Journey well. May your afterlife be grand.
-Angel Fatale-
-r.i.p. Rob
As light intertwines and moods interplay ~
With bliss as our mainstay, why would we sway
Aligned with God's will, soul presence is still ~
Within mind-body, behold nectar spill
22-November-2022
our aliveness, given to play
seeking expansion, to God prays
reclaiming innate bliss nature
far above form caricature
divine love and light, our mainstay
15-July-2021
uninhibited with one
restrained with another
responses vary too
between brother and mother
if this be the truth
recognising ego is at play
judgment scars innocence
till love becomes our mainstay
Deep in the belly of the Jack-o-lantern forest were steeples
They were not known by many, gave witches the “creeples”
We never knew why they were there, but stayed away
The forest had an ambiance that said murder was her mainstay
Doership
Seems the mainstay
Of civilization..
The heroes of history
And of fiction..
A solid word
For the performers
With names featured
In breaking news..
The persistence of
The breakage of
Doership...
Nothing works here
people are just scavengers
off past civilisations
even the atoms are complaining
not enough for anyone
illusions the mainstay of life
this is a post nuclear error world
one of many destroyed
whengod gave up on it.
voyage of dismay
slow boat drift away
fluidic ink bring what may
godspeed through the grey
final words i pen not say
in love letter on mainstay
THE LAST LOVE LETTER
By David Kavanagh
The thought of God is not God,
though belief may leave us awed,
being but self-hypnosis,
with silence our prognosis.
Unless head melds with the heart,
our God-search quest cannot start.
Focus firm, in the heart stay,
with silence as our mainstay.
Mainstay of madness
Ebon hearted gravity
Temporal maelstrom
Anthropomorphic
Planetary energy
HEART of world TERAH
Yawning Void Dreadnaught
Superluminal warship
Infernal machine
Carbon based life form
Ancient beyond reckoning
Learned the ways of peace
Be resilient is the mainstay
For trouble and strife can be a moment away
Don’t overthink or wonder too long
For strength in adversity is needed along
With you nose to the grindstone and not on the air
Don’t be weighed down but show you care.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Life is but play, witnessed by soul
Why then God-search delay
If we would be joyous and whole
Let’s make love our mainstay
In mode embrace-release
No fears left to appease
Flow gently like the breeze
What’s there to say
Life is but play
If we would know God, know the Self,
glowing in heart, His spark.
As life flows gently by itself,
truth banishes the dark.
With love as our mainstay,
staid silence paves the way,
to see God, clear as day.
Let soul’s light grow,
if we would know.
After the throw, before the catch
In the void of stillness
Outcomes any, simply detach
In joyous playfulness
All that is, is but play
To know if we can pray
With love as our mainstay
Emotions grow
After the throw
28-February-2022
Quietus
Do ask why we feel heart contract
When from innocence stray
Love alone real, know this fact
With God as our mainstay
Where lies joy permanent
Here now in the present
Magnetic bliss current
Feel heart sigh
Do ask why
07-February-2022
Quietus
with formless awareness as the subject
being the essence of what we call I
this form made of dust, is then the object
which bemused by illusions, makes heart sigh
so to end suffering, ego must die
to this end, if we make love our mainstay
through bliss magnetism, God shows us the way
waiting is my mainstay
I am a wife and mother
I do not mind
I relish waiting
I can crochet a pink hat
tat a lacy doily
draw a dragon cartoon
write a poem
design a business card
I am a Gemini
I can entertain myself and gladly
I was lying about the doily; I never learned to tat
Are we ready to imbibe bliss
Fears and desires erased
Can we handle peaked heat caress
Or will it leave us dazed
Cleanse heart before we pray
Making love our mainstay
Devout through night and day
Is heart steady
Are we ready
25-November-2021
Quietus
Burning yearning, for God connect
Our singular focus
Love in love with love, path direct
Steadfast on this locus
Through day and night we pray
The false soon falls away
Bliss becomes our mainstay
Love adorning
Burning yearning
15-October-2021
Quietus
Life’s a lucid dream where we are in trance,
so we reflect on musings created,
in imaginary realms where we dance,
our roles shape shifting, stooped stance sedated,
at times sorrowful, at times elated.
Having not made love and light our mainstay,
our dreams betray that we have lost our way.
Embrace-release, each life moment
Stagnation is a curse
Desire free, heighten bliss quotient
There’s nothing to rehearse
Skies may be blue or grey
Enjoy life as a play
Making love our mainstay
Flow like the breeze
Embrace-release
23-September-2021
Quietus