Sonnet Simple Poems | Examples
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Rest worthy hermit, betwixt bliss beat’s blink,
poised as we are, awareness self-aware,
no goals to pursue, no objects to link
and thus this world of names and forms outstare.
Just as the vast sky is by no hand steered,
we too remain, a pulsating heartbeat,
who has by free will, in form here appeared,
watching how polarities meet and greet.
The witness who watches is the ego,
creating a subject and an object,
a retrograde step, which we must let go,
to reclaim rapture that rises unchecked.
Impulse of heart is translated by mind ~
Caught in its web, the spider’s in a bind
The fair was filled with pies of every sort,
And Simon longed to taste a single slice.
Approaching the pie baker with a snort,
And begged for food without proper price.
The baker sneered, "Your coin must first suffice,
Before you bite this golden, flaky crust."
But Simon smiled and gave some odd advice:
"True wealth is found in starlight, not in dust!"
The crowded marketplace began to trust
The penniless philosopher’s strange scheme.
They threw away their wallets in disgust,
To chase after a wild, pastry baked dream.
Thus Simon ate for free while others prayed,
By selling nonsense, all his debts were paid.
Line of Inquiry: We look at spirit not at form. Our touch is gentle, kind and warm. We but reflect God’s love and light. ‘Tis the path to which we conform.
She stood beside the crosswalk in the rain,
her coat drenched, her gaze turned toward the ground;
I almost passed, weighed down by my own haste.
But something in the storm—perhaps its whispered strain~
unveiled her spirit like a lantern found,
a quiet glow no weather could erase.
I offered her my umbrella, small and slight,
and in her lifted eyes dawn broke anew~
a warmth that mirrored God’s unbidden grace.
Thus kindness shaped the path my heart pursued,
teaching me form is shadow, spirit light.
A squirrel who once was all-day hustle-run
discovered spring had hung a swing nearby.
He eyed it first as something strange and fun,
then hopped aboard to give the breeze a try.
The branches rocked him in a gentle arc,
a cradle made of sunlight, leaves, and ease.
He closed his eyes, forgetting he was stark
addicted to the rush of busy trees.
Soon all his twitchy habits slipped away~
the frantic stash, the darting here and there.
He let the swing decide the pace of the day,
a mellow rhythm floating through the air.
And now he’s learned what wiser creatures know:
Sometimes, you simply sway and let life slow.
Discontent with enablements bestowed,
the earth bound entity sought boons from God
but attainments became a heavy load,
ego always by greener pastures awed.
Before emission, arises intent,
so that is where oh hermit, where we dwell,
doing nothing, granting bliss beats consent,
in the sanctum of heart, where all is well.
Employing power of bilocation,
both in the void and in the universe,
we savour sensation in cessation,
dancing without any need to rehearse.
Silence our mantra, which we hold on to,
at peace within, feeling bliss beats renew.
Contemplating as a thinker thinking,
self-appraising rate of our vibration,
we dwell not in awareness unblinking
but ego distanced from God’s creation.
It’s not about knowing but becoming,
whilst resting in tranquil, blissful repose,
synced with the gong of Om within drumming,
witnessing how we so metamorphose.
If we see God as another object,
flawed and deluded is our perception
but with ego dropped, bliss rising unchecked,
one with oneness, we evade deception.
Melding with the energy field itself,
beyond space-time we transform as the Self.
O’ dear, I learned today you’re spoken for;
I asked the question, got the answer: “no”.
Ayayaye…but, considering the blow
wasn’t so bad, I’m glad I tried to score.
Oh dear,—(I must admit)—you know what’s more?,
you’ve snatched the beauty right out from this low
world; o’ diamond, why must you hoard it so?
All other charms have lost their glow, they bore
me now…I hadn’t grasped what beauty meant
’til I had seen your radiant strutting gait. ?
Nevertheless, I do not write this sonnet
that I should have something to bemoan it;
Rather, I’m thankful for the sort of fate
that sends me for a spiralling ascent.
If just a hello is all you can say
To brighten what might be someone’s bad day,
Then that’s what you do. You say a hello.
And give what you can that all men might grow.
If one little smile is all you can give,
To make one life a bit better to live,
What else can you do but give them a smile,
When such a small thing might comfort awhile?
All you might meet in one typical day…
All of those people you might pass on by…
All you might touch as you walk on your way…
Do they think of you? Do they wonder why?
A simple hello. The least you can do.
It might one day make its way back to you.
Observe the modern generations walk
on by; they suckle from the plastic teat
of coffee cups, and stumped by stamping feet
they shamble unaware from flock to flock.—
infant adults—if earnest I may speak;
Look there: one loops in circles (a grand feat!)
and, as if an ornithological suite,
the gaggle shuffles behind,—“squawk squawk squawk!”
Yikes… I suppose that if I ran at ‘em
they’d scatter faster than frightened pigeons.—
Wouldn’t even need to make the barest noise,
merely the sight of a threatening poise
is enough to disperse their religions
(yes—religions—phony, false—“fun”:—numb!).
The quest of life, it is no certain thing,
No circumstance assurance brings of bliss.
So many thoughts, so very few take wing;
The hit or miss is measured more by miss.
Shall happiness take hold when we gain gold?
The heaping up of stuff shows little worth.
The misery of wealth is too well told;
Tranquility is not composed of earth.
Does then it lie in that we wish to do,
The voyages of life in deed and thought?
But, O, the tedium of all that's new!
It's not upon the breeze that calm is brought.
The joy of life is not a thing we find,
It is a choice we make within the mind.
So unadorned is nature's gift to us
with flawless forms of animals so pure.
Their coats and faces stand out with no fuss,
as nature does provide inborn allure.
So unadorned- no false external signs
to re-enhance the beauty they behold:
their coats wrap them in intricate designs,
and perfect faces stand out clear, and bold.
Conversely, humankind must always dress
in clothes adorned to shield and to display,
and groom our faces- shave or meet the stress
of painting eyes and lips in the best way.
Oh, for the gift of beauty unadorned-
without our tiring ways to be adorned.
Imagine head capped with currents of bliss,
enabled by God’s magnetism at play,
ushering rapture where nothing’s amiss,
renewing itself thus, day after day.
In the vast, vibrant void, soul makes its stand,
discarding every conditioned belief,
free from fear fetters that we understand,
silence alone lets us turn a new leaf.
Soma nectar drips, our attention grips,
that the bubble of delusion may burst
and as refrain of bliss plays on our lips,
becoming the flame itself, ends heart’s thirst.
Oh worthy monk, as we be to become,
within us glows light of the central sun.
If you thought it kind, or perhaps naught
I'd write you a fine sonnet.
If it please'd I beg, on bended knee
a spirited song, or dutiful etheree..
Alas a fly in pudding lies, a mote in sorrow'd eye
a snag in all best laid plans..
Tea time's nigh, so come sit beside
and hold my hand.
Carried away by the ripple of time,
on the enigmatic canvas of space,
our deluded mind, feels within a chime,
signalling presence has no goals to chase.
Déjà vu tells us time does not exist
and formless awareness as our essence,
becomes the truth, when silence we enlist,
revealing God’s light as our quintessence.
As scriptures say, when our eye be single,
here and now we become the all that is,
delighting as polarities mingle,
holding firm sconce of love in vibrant bliss.
Simply watching each thought ego begot,
poised thus in silence, we become self-taught.
path any, what is pointed to is this
simply enter silence, stop flow of time
that God’s magnetism may fill us with bliss
and vibrant heart heeds the sublime love chime
relinquishing each conditioned belief
softening attention and gentling touch
on its own consciousness turns a new leaf
breath by breath thanking God ever so much
layer by layer, the false falls away,
revealing our true Self as divine light,
rapturous in bliss mists by night and day,
holding firm sconce of love by day and night.
let not narrow ego cravings befool ~
love’s the only rule in this earth life school