Short Steeled Poems
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The only weapon I wield,
is a pen.
i bust a poem or two,
now and then.
My heart no longer steeled
and this i say is true
my soul inside revealed
I do this just for you.
then again...
Form:
helm gold
face old
steeled eyes
sealed guise
firm nose
born woes
lips locked
pain blocked
old scars
past wars
blood shed
he bled
a question is asked
and we are so tasked
to ignite a mind
yet in ego’s bind
we let silence speak
that thus a sneak peek
to soul be revealed
when focus be steeled
the cosmic dancer
becomes the answer
flowing on with ease
and thus questions cease
Listen to poem:
You cried at losing, as some do;
Not I. Determined to accrue
That credit to my name
I courted and called fame,
I steeled myself and stood,
Rigid -- upright -- and would
Not deign reveal what graced
My form: two faces,
both mask-encased.
soft murmurs of the heart concealed
allowed not the soul to be healed
contracting its heart day by day
yet displaying persona steeled
bleeding hearts see blue skies as grey
sit beside them, for a while stay
offer a healing transmission
touch of love, warmth of a sun ray
let thoughts slow down and ultimately cease
so that our inner light may be revealed
whence flowing through life like a gentle breeze,
ego vaporises and heart is healed
and holding focus thus, our resolve steeled
on becoming the flame that has no name
we are liberated in life’s end game
Pearl Harbor Day was today
feels like it’s gone away
Emotions it once ignited
no longer invited
Determination it long ago steeled
faded forever, without appeal
Forgive Old Glory for shedding a tear
lowered to rest after all these years
Amazing fellow, this Wind.
No hands to clutch.
Yet demonstrates a sculptor's
Deftness of touch.
Behold, as an example
Dune's hilled sample.
As which spirit, wizard-like
This abstruse too
Nothing, nimble-fingered, felt
Works our lives through.
Look again; that built up for
No sand! Steeled more!
Dusk shone lavender toned skies upon the mountain field
where scattered trees with wizened limbs were steeled to ground.
High grass tickled their small legs while they giggled and ran.
Intoxicated by freedom from rules and the summon of fireflies,
they were four cousins with jars on a lark never known before.
All under nine but two would wake the morn to lifelong heartache.
Hold steady focus on Self by day and night,
until save the bliss mist nothing else remains,
that with resolve steeled thus, we garner clear sight,
transforming as the flame, free from ego’s chains.
There are no shortcuts, along the truth search way,
if we seek enlightenment that’s here to stay,
whence the music of the spheres plays by itself,
as we dwell in time stretched peace, as light of Self.
Casting
off the
shores,
bound for
faraway lands.
Setting
sail on
dark seas,
uncertain,
unknown
the travails
that await.
Crew steeled
for
adventure
exploration
fame
glory.
No
turning back.
Humanity
departing.
Longships
rising, slow
gracefully
plumes of
power
moving beyond
earthly bounds
out into the
cosmos.
Climbing the
ultimate
mountain.
Searching
exploration
triumph!
A strange autumn this,
with its tight closed fists,
its lynched, hollow fruitfulness.
Ashen drapes shroud
listless maples, a sky
reluctant to color its face.
We are knuckled inwards.
A pestilence has worn out
the pith of those who survive.
We enter this wintry furnace
refined, steeled, and buckled
with a somber endurance
and we will come through
just as autumn does, renewing
the earth with its fiber and sorrows.