Short Sacral Poems
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Few lived upon that field by end of day;
they lay, with sword and shield,
sacral ground, they would not yield
lost to a wound, never healed.
the sacral zone
conjoined with the all
conjures a bliss squall
no node is alone
in this play of delight
as pulsations rise
each touch a surprise
renewing day and night
root, sacral, navel and spleen
refuse to lie down and play dead
and why should they when spontaneity
is their secret middle name
all nodes entwined in the energy grid
cooperate with bliss mists that rise
refrains replay but each hue is new
detected by our soul’s single eye
Crane flower angular
wild orange purple mountainous with confidence
singular
Jutting calls Self
sunrise sacral chakra responds
disc delve
Create
fresh eloquence
joyed
Crane flower angular
sunrise sacral chakra responds
joyed ~
With a sacral dimple you can't miss
he looks like a hand carved ivory Angel
as I draw him close and feather him a kiss
he gurgles with laughter, "I'm your Angel"
Original Poem: My Little Angel
Posted on October 8, 2020
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden for contest Rithimus Divisa 9
It’s dark here—
Pillars of rain hold tears in place
as the thunder bellows
lupine laments
succor for saccharine hiboux
murmurs of misunderstanding
malice on the mind of mayhem,
unaware of the daffodil’s proclivity
for imminent destruction,
the madness of sacral lilies,
petrichor hymns
crooned to She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
root to sacral
navel to heart
instincts gentled
in the cauldron of love
pauses for eternity
grace inpours
from the fontanel
igniting the head ovoid
flowing along the throat
suffusing heart with bliss
the feral and ethereal
entwined transmutes dust
the ego that never was disappears
and our true Self shines forth
blurring all boundaries
here now in slow motion
secret flowers hidden in my chest
ever day I wake up to do my best
the prayers of yesterday still linger
on my distracted, rolling fingers
a sacral image tattooed with Grace
etched upon my heart, Christs face
no denomination here, just love
properly suiting me like a glove;
Sanctity cannot be seen but can be felt,
a deliquesce thing that comforts, melts.
looping our form lengthwise
over back along our spine
rising straight to crown
dipping to third eye
along nose to chin
jugular notch and heart
our navel, sacral and below
reconnecting with spine at root
our pranic energy grid pulsates
forming a seamless bliss band
of vibrant magnetic electricity
branching off all along form
that each cell be enlivened
by Divine Mother’s caress
as benedictions divine
Must I quell this sense of curiosity
that leaves my arms open by grace ,
a never –ending brushstroke of chase.
I don’t know how this quest to break rules
relieves my moans as I look at birds fleeting
gliding, soaring. For whatever it is,
I am born from a rebel and angel's womb
gently accepting my sense of wonder
at my own sacral ease.
Any Poem, Any Subject
Sponsor: Anne Currin
by nette onclaud
Chakras correspondent to the earth plane
announce their presence as a reminder
that all attachments are not to rest lain,
as we blissfully go through life’s grinder,
requiring to make tender touch kinder.
Thus when fire of navel raises it’s head
or lustful sacral signals we’re ill bred,
impulses received, when distilled by heart,
relinquish doership since soul’s by love led,
whereupon animal cravings depart.
06-September-2022
Piece of flesh
by the road set
walking
under the meaningful end she keeps hidden emotions
it isn't hard
it was harder
it's all about habit
glance
across mottled side of saturnus
dogs are barking
glance
kneeling over sacral circle
bloody sun
pulsates
glance
through neck
squeezing routine
carnations
have undressed the silence
everything she ever wanted was to
clean faced
go to the grocery store
and buy 10 dag of cheese
It's true I deeded my heart
that rapturous date
Sacral vestments our carnal
annuities did aggregate
Bartered my dreams; title did
abrogate
Twined our limbs; bonded our
estate
But fealty with baggage did not
equate
Your mercurial state brokered
new rate
Your charming assets failed
o'er time to appreciate
Frivolous investments virgin
stock did depreciate
Mounting liabilities did fidelity's
cost inflate
Now tainted, discounted
merchandise seeking rebate
Yesterday caught me thinking
Of thoughts melodic and serene
Vivid in roused seance
Trembled navel
Full with anticipation
From sacral to root
Drowned in downy bliss
Dissolved by whispers
Within my hips
Surveyed with gentle lips
Yesterday caught me thinking
Of every salacious kiss