Short Quintilla Poems
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For you
I shall
love till
thee end
of the earth
the sky
will sigh
the sun
shall blush
hush and
kiss me
Birds revel on shimmy petals
Fervid wings stretching over sepals
Thistles on the other side, live in deep purples
Whistles of portals imbued by warbles
innocence sparks audacity
borne of our soul’s vivacity
vibrant by day, aglow by night
manifesting bliss beat delight
self-renewing capacity
19-May-2023
With a smile I grab my aloe
my skin has a fire's glow;
sensitive as lips that are kissed
it's a flame I couldn't resist;
Tasting bliss; a beach's ebb and flow
Be safe in the meadow warm glow
Away chase the fears of the dark
Awash in the bright sunlight show
Alas the woods I must embark
This my only way home to go
Animating vibrance of heart,
we feel then bliss ignition start,
doing nothing, we are present,
granting magnetism our assent.
Who said living is not an art?
Eight syllables per line's the way,
so to use the Quintella’s form
in five lines to which I conform,
I’ll rhyme with a b b a a.
This Spanish form is A-okay!
joining the dots, mind game inane,
tracking pitter patter of rain,
the pull of divine magnetism,
cascading in body-mind prism,
God’s benediction healing pain
Who could look beyond horizons
To where the warmth of glowing Heat
Will ask the Angel in retreat
Smile upon a body wizened
Ageless soul still longs to find Him
The anvil wallows on his heart
His dreams, trodden, alas depart
Pride triggers a cursory front
The fierce justification hunt
He steps to nowhere from the start
Did Nelson give one scintilla
about France’s silly flotilla?
No! Nor was he bashful at court,
though of the quite gaseous sort,
as his farts smelled of vanilla.
Ignorance is the cause of sin
In silence then, God-search begin
What is religion but a cult
Why not instead let heart exult
Bliss borne rapture felt deep within
I went far far away,
On a train that took all day,
Upon my arrival,
I tried but my energy was final,
I popped the cork and enjoyed my glass of wine.
11/29/2019
Save aligning with throb of love,
each touch mindful, like a peace dove,
we do nothing to alter fate
and have no agenda to state,
yet blessings pour in from above.
we are in a web of thought caught
who we think we are, we are not
we are in our way, so to speak
knowing not we are who we seek
silence the way, to be self-taught
body has its need, we have ours
flavour of limitation sours
the saving grace is bliss rapture
divine spark mind cannot capture
dwelling in which we spend our hours
I stand in awe each time I see
a thousand flowers bearer tree,
Pretty flowers like anemones
at tall trunk with hard fruits like stones
or bullet balls of the army.
In the quartz canvas of the bud
Juvenile love flies like the bird
Wedded Dale implants living truth
Happy and sorrowful make roots
Combined souls enjoy a fond heart
I hope one day I will be free
of this seashell that enfolds me
Not able to dance on the beach
That dream remains out of my reach
E'er bound to the realms of the sea
Once we have seen the light of Self,
our life flows gently by itself,
for having been, seen and so known,
in time we come into our own,
with no agenda on our shelf.
expressing a spectrum of light
ushering within bliss delight
instead of letting rapture grow
our lower mind impedes the flow
fragmented thought, not boon but blight
he who stands closer to the source
teaches without employing force
since he’s not in separation
therefore there’s no thought serration
in his evocative discourse
Knowing not who in truth we are,
rudderless we’ve drifted afar,
yet anytime we may reclaim
inner light as soul’s claim to fame,
shining brightly like the North Star.
don’t thrust belief on my heartbeat
for I dwell not in lower mind
instead feel love’s magnetic heat
bliss delight which I follow blind
with vibrations of God aligned
Am I murderous criminal,
One who has done no harm?
God shed His blood, for all,
Years ago;
And I'm victim to His charm –
(1 John 4:10, KJV)