Short Tabled Poems
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scattered dust by light enabled
transmits intent in heart tabled
to lower mind which then distorts
flavour of bliss in words labelled
tabled Fall flowers
tremendous bloom of color
unnatural vase
the horticulture of cards
opens recipients’ smiles
11/3/2020
Multiplication, Tabled
by Michael R. Burch
Be fruitful and multiply”—
great advice, for a fruitfly!
But for women and men,
simple Simons, say, “WHEN!”
Turkey party’s reconvened;
not quite sure what this might mean.
Spring hunt season seems a waste
when right now a tabled graced
with a nice big juicy Tom
fans the trypto fires, nom nom!
falls and rises tests our mettle
in timeless time, erst fears settle
no ego cravings are tabled
lower mind rests, love’s enabled
soul blossoms, petal by petal
02-June-2022
we tabled it
we sat it down,
laughter and love
expressed gratitude,
passed it around,
around the table
let us now
as we are able
take this time
its taste sublime
at the table
...mmmm...
© Goode Guy 2012-11-22
Form:
Enabled and then disabled
To ascertain bliss stability
When no ego agenda tabled
Throb renews in continuity
Game of choosing resonation
With God consciousness
Love the only real vibration
Imbibed in silence & stillness
27-August-2020
hands flying around tv monitors.
playing tennis, feeling like john mcenroe
with my headband on and nintendo
remote in hand.
coffee tabled comentators
add to the suspense, break point,
mental note play to his backhand
and dont trip over the couch.
Form:
awaking gently from deep sleep
a mantra recital in progress
the realisation sinks in deep
arising from divine connectedness
revelations divine thus enabled
a gift of grace from the absolute
for no agenda by us was tabled
save alignment in prayer resolute
09-September-2020
With God inside, all is enabled
Unless we self-block grace
No agendas by us tabled
We exit the rat race
Although we do not seek
Bliss currents within peak
Dance of love, cheek to cheek
Enjoy the ride
With God inside
19-September-2021
Quietus
Self-anoint bliss, imbibing grace
By making our heart pure
When no earthy goals, left to chase
Love alone holds allure
No agenda tabled
Then thus all enabled
By bliss throbs we’re cradled
Nothing’s amiss
Self-anoint bliss
28-January-2022
Quietus
When we are still, what’s that that moves
Attention flow distilled
Behold presence in joyous grooves
Bliss nectar overspilled
Erst desires disabled
No agenda tabled
Then thus all enabled
Feel how voids fill
When we are still
07-January-2022
Quietus
vanity seeks an echo
but the music is distorted
because the canvas is contorted
and so it does remain, until we let go
it is a wish we now wish we did not wish
for if narrow ego agendas are tabled
it is unlikely we will be enabled
tasting a bittersweet dish
10-June-2023
Troubled Tuesday tussles through the tides
Taking turns to toil terrified today
That tip talking tremendously to the task
Tabled tales, the tall trees tossed
That touch
That trip
That tears
Taken
Tolerates
Trembling talks
The transparency travels
Telling Trevor to take the task
Today tears the town
easy breezy
in time stretched calm
poised in the void, so to speak
in childlike wonderment we behold
enthused polarities dancing cheek to cheek
as we walk the bliss-path strewn with roses
which we may add is as was meant to be
thoughts rested and no agenda tabled
life as impulsed flows on by itself
divine bliss within is enabled
Spiritual practice is doomed from the start,
since any ritual involves our doership
and therefore unless ego’s made to depart,
futile is our meditation or worship,
unless ofcourse we choose to add love to cart,
exiting shallow game of one-upmanship,
whereupon once no agenda is tabled,
by God's grace, soul's ascension is enabled.
28-December-2022
Tabled all my thoughts to keep them empty
Walked alone to make the voices die
Never thought pebbles would make waves that crested over all the sunlight
and brought my hopes down with the colors of the sky
Nothing there to balance what is spinning
I cannot let the phantoms gain control
My pulse quickens as the chaos starts to envelope all the silence
Can't make the pieces come together as a whole
Hemmed in by senses five and mind,
closed heart, far from loving and kind,
knowing not who in truth we are,
from God’s light soul’s drifted afar,
dead man walking, desires stalking,
deaf to truth’s voice in heart knocking,
we yet can to heaven ascend,
if but only our will we bend,
living life at an easy pace,
slowing down thought, invoking grace,
whence with no agenda tabled,
touched by God, we are enabled.
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It’s good enough for me
Songwriters: Ford/Fascinato
With age comes the inner, the higher life.
Who would be forever young,
to dwell always in externals?
Elizabeth Cady Stanton
COMMUNION OF SAINTS
tabled
fellowship
grand men and dames
can’t see nor hear the word —
God-blest
9/9/2019
Playful stance
Looks not askance
Exuberance of joy
Free of ego ploy
Free flowing
Nonjudging
Embraces the ‘enemy’
Not recognising any
In the world of transience
Celebrates in innocence
Being love enabled
No agenda tabled
Fulcrum in the void
Vibrant & overjoyed
Centred in the internal
Unaffected by the external
Explosive bliss renewal
Within continual
Magnetised emptiness
Roaring with bliss in fullness
Such is the is-ness
Of being-ness
04-August-2020