Short Whereupon Poems
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Behold Cath'rine of Aragon
after six children whereupon
from Henry an annulment was said.
Somehow she managed to keep her head.
2-2-2012
softened attention
distils inner silence
enlivening the void
whereupon we hear
soundless thunder
reverberating within
soul feels complete
04-June-2023
love inked choices
whispered as divine voices
induce bliss mist streams
to enliven midnight dreams
whereupon a soft melody
asks us if we are ready
we say yes!
Marriage is a relationship between two people, whereupon one of them
is always right and never wrong until the very end.
The other individual is known as the husband.
flow of life rolls on
in time overtaking
deluded dreams
whereupon remains
the void of silence
infinite and vibrant
luminescent and still
defying delineation
the noumena
A crusty goblin cracked a crevassed grin
While chasing odd witches in a tailspin
He heisted her fat black cat
Whereupon her broom she sat
To kill all the rats in his crusty den
Lennie was a Hen-pecked pastry baker
Who told His wife He might forsake Her.
She nagged and was grossly obese.
He wanted it to quickly cease.
Whereupon He frosted Her Half-acre.
Heated these shores, whereupon passion bears her grip...
A lady in love with another woman, and how can she deny this
Stirring deep inside racing through her veins the rapture, of her heart.
It was the sixth wedding for daughter Judy
who was quite plain and hardly a beauty.
Time came to give away the bride
whereupon her Father replied
"five times I've tried--I've done my duty."
Tranquil eye in need of a makeover,
shifts baton of awareness to the heart,
enabling zest and zeal to takeover,
whereupon we feel bliss ignition start,
that engaged in life, soul rests in clover.
scripts ego weaves, here manifest
in trance taken to be a test
and so it is but heart’s the cause
which our soul gently puts on pause
whereupon we dwell in pure bliss
delight of Divine Mother’s kiss
When you're lonely
it can lead to further misery
whereupon escape from loneliness feels like an eternal futility.
When loneliness grasps you, there is only one remedy.
Loneliness is good to share with somebody.
carried in the arms of Divine Mother
we hop from one realm into another
until all desires birthed are satisfied
whereupon we are from ego untied
to which end always positioned at source
we attain clear sight without use of force
our muse was shy
so mind was caged
and rendered impotent
so ceasing all striving
we renounced the urge
to conjure a verse
whereupon we were graced
by a thunderous bliss surge
there’s a learning in this
which the ego missed
She held a secret slight fetish and, she loved to be spanked..
It made her feel alive inside; she would cry as wet the sheets
Of silk whereupon her beauty did lay; fragrant, palms fulfilling
Gushing streams in swelling dreams a need she'd plead, please.
Caress
of love divine
manifests within heart,
when we shift attention inwards,
melding head with heart, both aligned with love,
becoming empty, so to speak,
whereupon bliss fills us,
in a gentle
caress.
13-February-2022
upon hearing of
bliss of the butterfly
the sage too wished to taste
that nectar of the gods
said to never abate
the boon was denied
so the hermit surrendered
and entwined with the universe
whereupon love’s wings
fluttered as a verse
love follows no protocol
and cares not for etiquette
which is the knowing that steers
continuous consciousness correction
it is a state of no-mind of course
where ego identity disappears
whereupon all that is, is
bliss effervescence
Once to stand before our Maker, to say, "I Meant well," shouts out as the state of a mind's deeply rooted feelings toward... Whereupon, if of a veneered propriety; just same as a promise never made, but to yourself now, one that Might hold forever yours to keep.
making literal the metaphor
as simplification of innocence
is quite apt because thoughts rest
releasing presence from life pulse dual
whereupon silence energises stillness
and then in the unbroken continuum
of object bereft animated attention
we awaken
Life breath
flows night and day,
source of our aliveness,
which our ego takes for granted
until the final moment of our death,
whereupon we then see the truth,
that we are merely dust
gifted by God,
life breath.
16-February-2022
we employ not will to be still
since there is no one here within
and yet we do ascend uphill
by resting stuporous thought din
ego clutches at wisps of straw
but now since it’s been vaporised
breath by breath we feel our heart thaw
whereupon God is realised
If music is the soul of art,
then what can writing be
Is it the eyes, perhaps the heart,
in printed reverie
Is music the stage whereupon,
all other art encores
For if it is, all words rejoice
—to sing for evermore
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017 )
If music is the soul of art,
then what can writing be
Is it the eyes, perhaps the ears,
in printed reverie
Is music the stage whereupon,
all other art encores
For if it is, all words rejoice,
—to sing for ever more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
the creator and created are one
but the earth entity does not know this
until ignorant ego comes undone
whereupon body-mind suffused with bliss
shouts from the rooftops, ‘I am all of this!’
so till this epiphany does not dawn
let’s befriend silence breath by breath reborn