Short Module Poems
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Kicked at it, thought it was just
another cigarette butt
half-buried in street slime—
but it was a small, dead moth,
wings crushed, soft dust sticking
to my rubbery shoe.
the capsuled module
of our luminescent Self
in bondage to body-mind
hypnotised and thus deluded
strangely attains an equilibrium
with limitation and ignorance
asking light to pay homage
to the befuddled identity
which soul has donned
fragments of the indivisible whole
each module develops an ego
it is illusionary of course
yet difficult to let go
in time we get to know
all that is, is the Self aglow
luminous and in ineffable peace
recognised in tranquil stillness slow
Dust falls on my brain
Covering the craters of my past
The surface lays undisturbed
As I want it to be
Until I am ready to ascend
Like the Lunar Module
Blasting away the few footprints
That I have left behind
I am homeward bound
Amongst the stars
©dbyrne Aug 2013
the eagle has landed
July 20th, 1969
Apollo II’s lunar module
moon touch down
Neil Armstrong
“one giant step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”
This was all over the TV but I was not watching
I was seventeen and had better things to do.
It seemed boring to me.
as silence deepens and ego dissolves
innocence invokes fragrance of our soul
we are still yet the world around revolves
wisps of smoke, each module playing its role
whilst at the stillness fulcrum we feel whole
in the vibrant void we keep on flowing
ushering in our heart a deep knowing
innumerable hearts beating as one
a homogeneous whole as is the sun
is wherefrom one module makes its escape
that it may itself in love and light drape
as being-ness not as an attribute
fragrance divine which then does contribute
by adding to what’s already complete
wherein each throb is a unique heartbeat
Bilocation enables multitasking,
simultaneously present everywhere,
each module of our Self in dream worlds basking,
of its true essence totally unaware,
yet freedom may be obtained without asking,
if ego rests and head and heart with love pair.
Love is God’s energy that entwines us all,
attuned to which, who we are we then recall.
if only
one could
program
a computer module
put it into a sugar coated capsule
swallow it
and be updated
you could also
program it
to be compassionate
loving, faithful,
not to become fat,
lose your hair,
become pregnant
and so forth
you could also
give them to your friends
as gifts
and program them
accordingly
It’s the first Olympics on the moon,
And the crowd is all in helmets and suits.
Out walks the champion at the crack of noon,
And kicks the moon-dust from his boots.
The pole-vault is the upcoming event,
But no high bar is seen in the sky.
Aloft in a rocket module the champion went,
To his homebound spacecraft flying high.
All that exists everywhere is God’s heartbeat,
each module representative of the whole,
delighting as polarities meet and greet,
dancing to love’s rhythm whilst playing their life role,
wherein as pulsations of rapture repeat,
the dance of bliss continues without a goal
and so vibration any, we’ll find God there,
if we are poised as awareness self-aware.
Was it a swing or a chair? A module maybe?
It had a bunch of books, Nan counted eighty.
Whatever it was, it brought comfort to her.
The novels were amazing, the chair pretty pure.
She spent every night and weekend in there.
Telling everyone that her nook had better air.
It was built by her daddy, and it made her happy.
I was thrilled for her, said her cousin, Twee.
Her smile was so brilliant
she smiled knowing I couldn't
find the right words to decribe what I
needed.
When I did I than took it right
to her so she could wipe
that silly smile right from
her face.
The conversion module
could take your music,
humming, or audio recordings
and automatically convert
them into musical
notes and sheet music
I was so happy to find this
it has changed the way
I look at inspiration!
alone and unknown in midst of many
our heart yet feels a strange peace
boons of bliss magnetism have enabled
from demons we conjured release
as a module of God in feeble form
we’re but a humble receptor
enlivened by currents both cool and warm
bliss pierces each body vector
having chosen the path strewn with roses
what matters the prick of a thorn
dwelling in space-time dissolved eternal now
we are with each breath reborn
Moon Walk
They took off from Cape Kennedy
In a gasoline filled Saturn V
They orbited round
To find some smooth ground
In the Sea of Tranquility
So Neil Armstrong bounced on the moon
Like some extraterrestrial buffoon
But he wasn’t alone
And his space suited clone
Would be bouncing around very soon
The lunar module had some locks
To make sure the capsule undocks
They'd wired a flag
So it wouldn't sag
And then they came home with some rocks
Wheelchair rush
Walking legs of others, please hush
Journey into continued movement
No hold back
Wheelchair staying on track
Highway On Ramp
Wheelchair jam
Wheelchairs with their own speed limit
They permit
Wheels on schedule
Moving module
Wheelchairs not a stop
Pedestrians in don’t like or not
Wheelchairs always on the go
A rush and sometimes slow
People in wheelchairs are the ones that know
Wheelchairs are people movers
Transport and deliver