Short Vassal Poems
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The body is the vessel of the Soul,
the Soul is not the vassal of the body,
the Soul is the vassal of the Almighty...
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this mugs home is its castle
and hot cocoa a vassal
some marshmallows float
its chocolate moat
with seldom fuss or hassle.
This sandy shore is mine, I am its vassal;
building my fort, I was much too facile.
Just as I finished, here came a passel,
a passel of beach possums, razzle-dazzle.
I'm not quittin', though it be a hassle;
possum trash'l be an awesome castle.
Lazy
Feeling worn-out
Anchored in a stillness
Of the world spinning you around
Thoughts flew ahead the immobile vessel
Dragging it a few steps forward
Reign a latent vassal
Of dormant pawn
Body
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O the spring!
What a beautiful story
In the vassal forests,
In the black eyes
From Lucille, from Camille,
What a beautiful story
On the trails
From Montana, ,
O the spring!
Could I love
Susan or Marion?
What a beautiful story
About reviewing
Flower the primroses.
Stuck in the mental muck of my own thoughts.
Lost in the maze of my mind in a daze,
Things around appearing as in a haze.
The quicksand pulling me further in with every struggle.
Eventually becoming a vassal of my own thoughts,
Paradoxical for if the thoughts are mine,
Shouldn't I really be the chief?
The prisoner
Neath the sword of Damocles
the vassal lays supine
gazing up at bitter fate
an endless space of time
threadbare death above him
Hades there below
sacrificial fodder
carrion for the crow
echoing inside his head
he hears the gavel fall
liberty and truth betrayed
injustice for us all
Form:
Yes there is a coffee stain on
my hauberk and a tear in my
pennon, a
gap on my teutonic reference sheet.
I concede that the clipboard which I hold so
dear about me like a shield is cracked and in
a state of
disrepair.
But I will ride out true, seeking to be vassal to yet another
lord, as I
still need to find a job.
Sometimes it unleashes its tentacles,
and tries to drag our blissful spirit
with it, into the nothingness that
is darkness. The monster loves to feed
on our fears, anger, and lust.
Sometimes the monster is fed so well,
that it consumes the soul of its host,
or turns its host into an evil vassal.
To close its portal within us, we need
spiritual nourishment each day....
Date: 24/12/2015
503.
PLedge for PL
When my 777 Pledge to our church was prevented
I strongly believed 8 will be compensated
Now God Himself His justice He exacted
When my pledge to Him was thwarted
Oh I regret the 1st downfall of the Liberal
Yet, my 1st release from being their vassal
Never again can I be their slave loyal
For I now pledge myself to PL (PDP-Laban) & other rival.
-sometime in May or June 2016
(Dumarao)
You stole me from a castle
My defiant vassal.
We went butterflyback riding
Into wind that was sighing.
They set us down on a hill
Then we skipped into the vale.
We sat by a river of gold
And talked as it slowly flowed.
I wished for rain and it came
And in its midst, we played.
Where a rainbow met the earth
We danced around for mirth.
Before it could diminish
I gave you flowers and a kiss
And our fairy tale romance
Still, to this day, enchants.
Step
by step
we progress
or shall we say,
becoming enabled
to so slowly imbibe
the divine bliss elixir
vivifying our mind body
as rapture within in renewal
teleporting us to heightened delight.
It is our emptiness that draws in bliss
through a magnetic power within,
filling all voids with the nectar,
thus transforming mind body
as a bliss transmitter
to help and heal all
in as ordained
as of the
divine
plan
12-November-2020
There is a goddess before me
Whom I want to Sooth
Whom I want to embrace
As a velvet gown upon her silky skin.
One whom I want to
Embrace and cuddle as delicately
as the aroma from the freshest rose embraces my nose.
One whom I want to shine and hold
Like the nights sky does to the stars.
One whom, whose lips I crave and want to taste
Like an illicit fruit from Gods garden.
Goddess whom I adore,
Sooth these flames that burns,
Within your loves vassal
Form:
The beast Alhambra
roared a violent psalm
Vile conversos
horrid moriscos,
the heretic herds
A spear thrust into
our sun’s martyred ribs
Held in hateful grips
the yellow warblers
dripped in crimson sheen
Flying like Michael
the vengeful vassal
of Aragon’s decree
“O Torquemada
Hark the righteous call
King of Suprema
Execute them all!”
Cold unfeeling wretch,
the flesh guillotine
Teeth clicking sparks
lit endless pyres
Three made Seville
weep at the sight of Friars
From thought has risen
time-space warp prison;
so if we be still,
we regain soul’s will.
Poised in the void thus,
love and light fills us,
which was always there
but now we’re aware.
Vibrant nonchalance
ends fear dalliance
and as the bliss flame,
we play out life’s game.
Mind-body vessel,
is our soul’s vassal.
When both are aligned,
clear truth is divined.
Love as our thimble,
we stop thoughts nimble,
revealing our soul,
now blissful and whole.
26-July-2022