Short With Attention Poems

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Premium Member Celebrating Stillness

no bridges to cross
for void of omnipresence 
no ascension to attain
for presence of innocence 

yet encased in this form
with attention oscillating 
as we surrender in silence 
we celebrate our blossoming 

30-August-2020
Form: Rhyme


Vastness

Just a thought
It came around
Dressed up as something profound
With all it's array of sound
Music to the mind
Passing endless minutes 
By the pound
Giving anyone space filled
Topics monthly billed
Paid with attention 
Spilled

Premium Member Drive For You

Drive with attention
Drive with affection
Drive with daring
Drive with fun
Drive with advantages
Drive with directions
Drive with instructions
Drive with love
Drive with favor
Drive with advancement
Drive with ways
Drive with address
Drive with driven purpose
Love 
Lord

Premium Member Zen mode

as the silent witness
to all comings and goings
vibrancy in staid nonchalance 
epitomises our orientation 
in mode embrace and release 
with attention fixated within
in reverberations of bliss
enabling consciousness shift
from duality to singularity 
at will thus breath by breath
in a time dissolved continuum

Premium Member flame that has no name

how still is our stillness betwixt bliss beats
with attention fixated in the play
rapture refrain that breath by breath repeats
is-ness of being-ness that’s here to stay

resting thus as awareness self-aware
God tends to our needs so why should we care
we’re beyond definitions and labels
for we’re the flame spoken of in fables
Form: Rispetto


Streaking

There once was a fad we called streaking
For those with attention-type seeking
But not for a prude
‘Cause you ran in the nude
Very fast, to prevent people peeking.

The witnesses often were shrieking
Though gazes, of course, they were sneaking.
The streaker was thrilled
For his dash had fulfilled
Being cheeky enough to cause freaking.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member No Accounting For Taste

One can say my skies aren’t lofty
And my style does not appeal
To their taste I’m too low key
They don’t care if I’m real
Or a shadow of bygone
If I’m living or deceased
If I’m right or if I’m wrong
They can’t bother less – I’m pleased
With attention I provide 
I respect the time they waste
Reading words I couldn’t hide
Just to fit some little taste.
Form: Rhyme

What Breaks You

What breaks you is a seed.
You water it with silence,
Prune it with isolation,
Feed it with attention.

What shattered your world,
Will shape your crown.
A bootleg kind of royalty,
Rooted not in applause,
But in stillness.

The pain always leads back to Eden.
Not as a path,
But as a remembering.
A breaking point.
A rhythm you lost,
Then became.

Premium Member Invoking grace

Thoughts that arise in mind, we stop halfway,
that thus with attention animated,
flow of life itself by our choice we stay,
poised in stillness, vibrant and elated,
our consciousness by bliss mists hydrated,
borne as always by divine magnetism,
illuminating our mind-body prism,
state of becoming we cannot explain,
that transformed by an unknown mechanism,
soul free from stain breaks free from ego’s chain.
Form: Dizain

The effect of Love

I love you.
And because I do, I want to say I’m sorry, 
Not for the sins I may have committed, but for who I am. 
Unknowingly, I’ve slowly suffocated you—
Smothered you with attention, and not for your benefit but mine.
And though my heart may not stop to think about my actions, my brain does,
Sending warning after warning, when I may step too far. 
And there’s only one answer why neither my brain, nor my heart can stop.
It’s because—
I love you.

Premium Member Dark Dungeons of Despair

Returning back to earth, elements five, that that remains, is essence of presence, spirit unfettered, here on earth to jive, until ego stifles soul’s innocence, whereupon veiled remains luminescence, with attention orbiting narrow grooves, enmeshed in desires, conscience disapproves, remaining thus in hypnotic slumber, bleeding needlessly under dream form hooves, plunged in darkness, by fears that encumber. 06-March-2022
Form: Dizain

Premium Member Zen Mode

upon identity dropping
as the dead leaf falls off 
which mindful eye notes
in that precise moment 
we see who we truly are
light, awareness, peace
both vibrant and at rest
in a state of completion
needing no doing at all

as of choiceless choice
we return back to form
residual identity awakes
but now without agenda
it poses no threat to us
for with attention gentle
with wisdom assimilated 
and awareness seamless
we are as we are complete

02-April-2023

Premium Member Ascent

It is our chin chakra’s resolve,
that our heart be poised in the void,
as a sublime, flicker-free flame,
that we may breath by breath evolve,
revealing soul’s light unalloyed,
becoming thus our claim to fame.

Bereft of fear and dark desire,
with attention internalised,
throb of bliss magnetism invoked,
caress of which we never tire,
truth of oneness is realised,
with our presence with God’s will yoked.

Easy is our ascent uphill,
since we have surrendered our will.
Form: Hybronnet

Premium Member Self Knowing

Self knowing

We speak 
Of the small self
And the large Self..
With attention to the 
Capitalization of Self..

However..the Truth
For our grasping is:
There is only one Self
Capitalized or not..

We refer to our Self when
We use our most
Intimate name: 
Which is "I"..

Small self is "I" which
Is clouded with the
Transitory and beautiful
Things of our day..

Also this: ..each entity
Of creation..deer..frogs
Trees..share in identifying
As this Wondrous Self...!!

Maybe

Maybe through Gods eyes
With eyes wide open
Can we begin to see the pain a man feels
Maybe through Gods ears
With attention paid in full
Can we begin to hear the truth in a mans lies
Maybe through Gods fear
With knowledge to conseiquence
Can we then begin to change
And maybe through Gods word
With faith as our guide
Thus we begin to lead man the right way
But NEVER could we even begin to
Love, Understand, nor Care
For another the way he does for us
But we can still try....


Written: 1/23/11

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