Short Readied Poems
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readied for influx of grace
orifice at the fontanel expands
as we open our arms in embrace
pulsating, toroidal heart understands
let heart’s intent simmer awhile
gentled in effulgence of love
magnetised in cauldron of bliss
that when thus readied for action
soul senses Divine Mother’s kiss
am I in for a surprise
or am I in for
a disaddointment
I feel disjointed
and my
mind slips away
readied myself for
whatever
sure myself up
for the endeavor
won't let the outcome
have me dismayed
Touching, he teases ~@~
stretched out, she arches her back
breasts in statement lure ~@~
torso of man in readied pose
eyes of two in welcomed glance ~@~
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thought that begin to arise
ripple of intent yet unmanifest
poised in animation awaiting embrace
as yet unborn is placed in heart
enlivened by bliss magnetism
thus readied for release
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Saying not a word,
he took up his vorpal sword.
There was no talk.
A jabberwock
put on his sock.
A frumious knight
readied for a fight.
A jabberwock he knew
put on his shoe.
What happened next?
Read Chapter 2.
I whip my pen out,
Like a man eager,
To unleash his readied member,
From its containment.
My notebook poised,
The anticipating woman
Who quivers slightly,
In open blankness,
Waits to be conquered,
By feverish ink.
I want to pick a fight
Readied my arsenal to fight
Finished the last Kung Fu drill
I'm in the mood to fight
No one is annoying me today
My toes are peeping
Nobody is stepping, today
Lend me your enemy, today
Finished my Kung Fu class
I'm looking for experience
They fear me, today
ROSE dear, in you I see my control gear
RISE from your doubts, feel not any fear
HOT looks of yours, makes me totally wet
HOP and hug me, for you I readied a jet
WAG to me you become, to have my kith and kin
WAR of any kind on earth, for you I will surely win
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radiant palms and vibrant soles of feet
feel light strobes emanating from the heart
aware that all nodes in form are upbeat
sensing with each breath, bliss ignition start
readied for action, adding love to cart
seek prayerfully from God permission
to spread love and light, as soul’s emission
active at all times, is our soul star node
as we sense therefrom God’s blessings in-pour
this form is readied to be His abode
so we burn in this urn but keep no score
afloat in the boat God Himself does oar
we’re breath by breath by bliss magnetism led
in truth leaving nothing more to be said
energised palms are readied for action
but with ego having long since vaporised
and recognising God in-dwells all forms
there remains no desire to rock the boat
save poised as a conduit of divine energy
attentive to spontaneous will of the universe
to perform a loving act here in this density
energies converge
at the third eye
as God caps our head
with His hand
wherefrom life force flows
the instrument readied
bows down to heart
connected by
an ethereal cord
radiating magnetic heat
completion is
becoming omnipresence
of potential and kinetic energies
in singularity and duality
conjoined with love
I know a fellow,
Whose beard is yellow,
And does it hallow,
Always glimpsing its halo,
For it in the mirror “A Hello”
And at night readied Tallow:
A sight to still swallow.
And he was a curious one,
Having at another pointed a gun,
Because he had in their argument won
And to him this was no fun,
Like a deed that has been done.
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Azure blue October mornings
aromas waft on frosted air
Tapestries of leaves a’ drifting
painted in a fall affair
Pine cones rest a winding pathway
pumpkin pies atop the sill
Scarves are readied by the doorway
for the early Autumn chill
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Moonshine drapes
laundered white
wetting two
raw appetites
Petite niblets
morsels of feast
captured by
rocking beast
Flash of light
off window pane
Motherhood tattoo
nary a shame
Tepid buttermilk
readied sup
served in flowered
demitasse cup
Perched on haunches
shutter release
Private drive
now restful peace
Before the spill there was
soaring. And then anti-g.
I readied myself
for the ultimate fall.
This was the poetry of submission
sharing the pain of disillusionment.
Who was pretending of liberation
in a see-through heart ?
This was the time when
you run amok
under pheromones of dead clones:
the drowned dreams.
Pelting stones at moon
we were made for each other.
Satish Verma
Those amber embers of muted mushes
those emerging shades of shadows
as suns tendrils soften skies
that grey to nights touch
Rays of golden reds and readied goals
Stretching clouds that simper into twirls of wisp
its journey ongoing
leaving the night
to cool the glowing
stretch of lines splatter
in combing breaks and sprays
and fishing stars
present from light
that once was
forehead glistens
as it often does
observed by Bindu
at back of head
pristine presence
frolics in stillness
heart’s toroidal hum
exudes a bliss mist
the jugular notch
connects energies
magnetised palms
are readied to heal
enlivened spine
an ethereal harp
God plays music
on its 33 strings
called upon to share
the play underway
we search for the child
who may understand
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We serve our Fartpays
As we do everyday
When we do, we say "Bon Appétit"
Each day they're made fresh
Strained through a mesh
Then threshed, and readied to eat
I like mine, with spice
And bake beans fried twice
Jalapeños, sure would be sweet
So, visit today,
Chez Pierre's Fart Café
A place where there's always a seat
Slipping into dark night’s restful sleep
We trust God we will awake at dawn
Readied for a consciousness leap
Fearing not onset of stupor’s yawn
Recognising play of the Gunas three
Layer by layer ego cravings are sawn
Upon getting head and heart to agree
Soul ascends as will to God we bend
No longer are we tied to mind’s tree
As our ear to whispers of love we lend
There remain no goalposts to defend
In this old world where sin abounds,
you never catch the Devil at rest.
As a Christian I must be on guard,
at the ready for his next test.
Seeking from God, His measure of grace,
my token for just today.
So when tempted and must escape,
He'll have readied for me a way.
Before God was in my life each day,
it seemed my life would come unwound.
Until I learned "where sin abounded,
Grace did much more abound".
They held my feet and many more
Those shattered planks ripped from the shore
Anonymous splinters now scattered to sea
Once proudly stood outside the lee
That giving extension of the sand
Once lifted our souls from the land
A bench to rest a rail to lean
A place of wonder and told serene
It gifted the site of dolphin or two
Delivered each day its readied view
It still stands proud in my mind
A pier, a view, and more entwined
Did you find what you were looking for,
In the bottom of your cup?
As you emptied half the liquor bottle
Liquid courage filled you up
Did the goodbyes bring you comfort
As you readied for the end?
Did you think it would lessen the grief you caused
For your family, loved ones and friends?
Did you find what you were searching for
When you put the barrel to your head?
Because the only thing I know for sure
Is now my cousins dead
Kisses wanted rain or snow
Lip gloss readied for entice
Yes my eyes are all aglow
Yes I feel it, very nice!
Subtle as a fragrant rose
Soft as velvet yes they are
Poets always speak in prose
Lovers never stand that far
Kiss me sweet and kiss me good
All is fair in love and war
Make my toes curl as they should
Love me like an open door
Kisses wanted rain or shine,
Kiss me sweetheart yes, be mine.
September 11, 2018