Short Sedated Poems
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The feel of the place began to exude a sedated flow,
From the walking birds that milled in groups
To the laziness of the water.
if as yet we still feel agitated
at the misdemeanours of the other
it signals we are deeply sedated
seeing not the other as our brother
we often do pause to assess
tremors by us inadvertently created
as we mindfully refine our consciousness
we also wonder why we are sedated
love, wisdom and power
as the threefold flame of Christ
until imbibed and assimilated
signals awareness is as yet barren
stuporous consciousness sedated
The Self as the all is the absolute ‘I’,
which ego impersonates, so it must die.
Upon ego death, we are liberated,
awake in this dream, where we were sedated.
There was a young midwife called Milly.
She acted a bit like a filly.
When dad left elated
and mum was sedated,
Milly played with the doctor's willy.
A school librarian demanding quiet
Has her loud kids on a rum cake diet
With the wild ones sedated
She's at peace and elated
Now all teachers are eager to try it.
7/23/22
Equated and Located
At first, all the evidence we had located;
With facts found we eventually equated;
Where it was;
What de does;
We were shocked and had to be sedated.
Jim Horn
What To Do With Trump
What to do with Trump we contemplated;
Have him sedated and then evacuated,
To a deserted isle;
We did with smile;
Those responsible were congratulated.
Jim Horn
“Naughty” is one of my favorite words ever
It crops up often, relates to my wild adventures
It's just who I am
A very naughty man
Sometimes I need to be sedated and tethered
“Naughty” is one of my favorite words ever
It crops up often, relates to my wild adventures
It's just who I am
A very naughty man
Sometimes I need to be sedated and tethered
“Naughty” is one of my favourite words ever
It crops up often, relates to my wild adventures
It's just who I am
A very naughty man
Sometimes I need to be sedated and tethered
Sedated
The sitting and waiting
The Wanting and wishing
No fate of the faded
No reasons debated
Sedated; sedate me
I’m acting so crazy
I cant overstate this
These Feelings are weightless
Trump Have To Train
Trump as new President will have to train;
He has been known to drive people insane;
Was always sedated,
And under-educated;
Of common sense never possesed a grain.
Jim Horn
“Naughty” is one of my most favorite words ever
It crops up often, it relates to my most wild adventures
It's just who I am
A very naughty man
Sometimes I need to be sedated and tethered
Swampees With No Trees
Those living in swamps are called swampees;
Always with tall reeds and never thin trees;
To chimpanzees related,
Even when sedated;
Would you pass more muddy water please.
Jim Horn
Trump Be Sedated Horn Limerick
All rules and regulations repudiated
Trump has been horrible and hated
From him have had a bum steer
Full of agony and much fear
Should leave us alone and be sedated.
Jim Horn
“Naughty” is one of my most favourite words ever
It crops up quite often relating my wild adventures
It's just who I am
A very naughty man
Sometimes I need to be sedated and tethered
© Jack Ellison 2015
Bear’s certain
it’s a bear
alone with salmon
it’s a bear
on the mountain
it’s a bear
up a canyon
it’s a bear
eating berries
it’s a bear
sedated, carried
it’s a bear
answer, query
it’s a bear
clown or faery
it’s a bear
a drugged smile,
is slow to grow,
drooping eyes,
only see what they know,
you keep me low,
and i swim through jello,
all for a smile,
when we say hello,
then it slows down,
and i turn my head,
i want to wake up,
but im comfy in bed...
God's performing surgery on soul
Heave one's heart out of a hole
But of demons be aware
Fight like mad but shouldn't scare
A journey for me God created
Sure does beat being sedated!
Go preach to all the world
Have the shackles of sin then hurled!
Saturday morning,
eighteen shades of yellow outside
as I daydream of you, sleeping somewhere,
sedated, heavy, and silent.
The sideways are all split,
the door hangs open letting in the wind,
and my lips have forgotten their place.
They have forgotten how to move.
where within our form, is God located
a futile search to keep ego busy
doomed to failure since thoughts are sedated
all that results is we become dizzy
insentient to bliss bubbles fizzy
present everywhere, surging within form
cognised when we resist not love’s bliss storm
In the eternal now, no thoughts exist,
where thus poised, attention animated,
agendaless vibrance, like a bliss mist,
renews itself in itself as fated,
soul’s light, refusing to be sedated,
flowing gently through life in witness mode,
bliss drenched emptiness being its abode.
Life’s a lucid dream where we are in trance,
so we reflect on musings created,
in imaginary realms where we dance,
our roles shape shifting, stooped stance sedated,
at times sorrowful, at times elated.
Having not made love and light our mainstay,
our dreams betray that we have lost our way.