Short Pole Position Poems
Short Pole Position Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pole Position by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pole Position by length and keyword.
the tenth door pulsates
taking pole position
all nodes in unison sing
it is the dance of ubuntu
who shall we then mention
spinal implants suddenly sing
sending us into rapture spasms
crown is poised at pole position
all other nodes following suit
celebrating bliss ignition
the guru chakra vibrates
the master descends to third eye
whilst the crown holding pole position
ever entwined with toroidal heart
enables benedictions of grace
an orifice in fontanel
throbs like our heartbeat
being the enabled connector
to universal consciousness
lower down at third eye
divine intelligence
takes pole position
toroidal heart
softly sings
just below the jugular notch
living sphere of God glows
it is the singularity point
wherefrom all life flows
true it is third eye pulsates
with crown taking pole position
witnessing all nodes of form dance
merging with God remains our mission
Crown chakra takes pole position
To voice of God connects
At apex, no opposition
Lower nature ejects
Crown, single eye and heart
Sees outer world depart
As we add love to cart
Enigma
Crown chakra
27-August-2021
Quietus
the snake is dead and yet it writhes
demons in dreams spawned by ego
as subconscious mind is dissolved
poised in stillness we just let go
nonchalance takes pole position
the gunas three loosen their hold
both within form and the vast void
light of Self is all we behold
The crown as always takes pole position,
with the permission of our heart of course,
being the centre of bliss ignition,
which moment by moment steers our life’s course,
guided by God’s hand without use of force
and so there is no cat we need to bell,
as we awaken in mind-body shell.
stillness motionless with peace-pulse humming
at source outside appearance of space-time
finds in organic form spine’s harp strumming
as music so sublimet, a soundless chime
heartbeat of God continuing to mime
where any node may take pole position
depending on where sparks bliss ignition
the crown takes pole position
overseeing the head ovoid
it will be fully illumined one day
when we’re not by thought forms decoyed
save thoughts that arise by resonance
magnetically attracted from the universe
all else is false as but an ego urge
know spontaneity has no need to rehearse
notice the weird machinations of mind
gripped in wayward ego’s relentless bind
delusion orbiting desire’s circle
far removed from fontanel’s hue purple
violet vibes take up pole position
granting us to God’s abode admission
magnetism immanent and transcendent
embodying in our heart, love’s pendant
divine epiphanies dawn
glimpsed by us from time to time
osmotic penetration
stirs in our heart a love rhyme
ego offers resistance
striving for pole position
futile is its insistence
burnt off by bliss ignition
all we need is pure intent
the universe does the rest
granting scent of love consent
troughs too become a bliss crest
Our hollowed out form is fully magnetised,
with each vertebrae of spine, a ring of light,
crown at pole position, where God’s realised,
as a sphere of nectar, oozing bliss delight.
The dance beauteous continues unrehearsed
and though we feel boundaries of skin will burst,
divine intelligence regulates bliss heat,
where poised at the zenith, our heart feels upbeat.
Certainly, the crown takes pole position,
Vivifying form with soma nectar,
Each node within bubbling in elation
As bliss navigates through unknown vectors;
Ecstasy unbound the new found factor.
Sushumna, the staff of power, aglow,
One with all chakras and one with the flow,
Electrified by divine magnetism
Engaging in a seductive tease slow,
Each bliss hue displayed in our body prism.
13-October-2020
today it is the turn
of the tip of our nose
to take up pole position
no node is higher or lower
all act as a seamless whole
as magnetism becomes subtler
although there remains no seeking
it cannot be denied identity celebrates
benedictions of grace enlivening our form
as the dance of delight continues unendingly
meanwhile a gentle warmth spreads in our heart
touch of God as He cradles soul in His loving arms
Hunchbacked in a room, typing electric spells of doom,
breathing out fire, an alchemy of pain, suffering and desire.
Filtered beauty but oh, beneath, lies green skin and poisonous teeth,
with claws replaced by keyboard, where online posts replicate sword.
Eyes glassy, red with ire and fatigue; hate is sport, pole position in the league:
a troll swallowing prey in gigabytes whole; their innocence lost, our youth stole.
Who needs to be a rider
racing 'round a track
way back in the crowd
I'm going to lead the pack
who needs to be a loser
spinning on their wheels
or yield pole position
I'm going to lead the field
and wear the yellow jersey
the one who wins your heart
no longer in a supporting role
I'll have the starring part
and if you'll be my leading lady
and I'm your leading man
I'll always be upfront
always in the van