Spawned Poems

A sentance to avoid'

Be aware of a verb, thats emerging..From an Aussie, it has been formed, And  its Now surging.' Quite
Descriptive and gritty, Aimed first off at canberra
City, where the originals (are said to be spawned?)
You don't need its description, its scar is real hard old friend' a strong
Valediction.' Of how low? You are thought in your descend.' It sends a shiver through men, and even the
Ladies.' This is way worse; than that vile
Jab..But here now I'll give it a stab' ya'know even; blind freddy will make a run, if it trends..He truly fears it.' would rather
Remain blind.' than to hear it..Mates stay awake
And your honour defend.'  Be a drunk, be a druggie, thief
Or even a thuggie.' But never a TWOT..Here i' stand as
Your mate to the end.'

Abiding in Self

Life is but a dream we take as real, 
though mind has constructed the universe,
so save in silence, how can our heart heal,
by negating desire, ego spawned curse?

Abiding in Self and in Self alone,
being who we are at a stillness point,
we wake up in this dream, consciousness hone
and our innate light by intent anoint.

Being both immanent and transcendent,
we are that that’s beyond labels and forms,
eternal living light, bliss resplendent,
for the moment breezing through earth life’s storms.

Holding firm always this recognition,
abiding in Self, is our life’s mission.

Dweller of our heart

In the cave of our heart, God Himself dwells,
as the light that lights all lights in this world.
God’s language is love, which ego misspells,
hoping we’ll be in winds of desires twirled.

So dark lust or love, which one do we choose,
determines either descent or ascent
and by sidestepping each ego spawned ruse,
our aura glows on granting joy consent.

Look not at form but at God’s light within
the heart of every living thing there is,
the sinless intent with which we begin,
breath by breath, we radiate a bliss fizz.

We’ve said to the ego our last farewells ~
In the cave of our heart, God Himself dwells

The gunas

The gunas three represent our soul’s modes,
being darkness, desire and tranquil peace,
each taking us along different roads,
wherein the right choice secures soul’s release.

It is not denied that we’ll oscillate 
but by making steady our heart’s resolve,
ego spawned desires then no longer bait
and holding God’s hand we slowly evolve.

Whatever comes and goes is unreal,
so sagacious souls hold steady focus,
on flame of love holding promise to heal,
propelling us along heaven’s locus.

We have been bestowed with free will to choose,
sloth, rage or light as flavour of heart’s muse.

idle musings

apology from heart with eyes smiling
that ego spawned aberrations be healed 
a simple task yet difficult for some
foolishly frittered is the gift of life
soul deadened to throb of the cosmic hum

how destiny unfolds

before enactment of an event on earth
creation occurs in a subtler domain
call it what we will; it’s there our will takes birth
like blessings from heaven falling down like rain
so what this deep truth is, once we here unearth
ego spawned fears and desires are to rest lain 
for we know that we’re one with the universe
navigating life with no need to rehearse

Intusive Thoughts

Often quiet evenings, when I read,
Memories of you softly intrude
Times when you were my only need
Heady days of a love we pursued
and saw only in glasses rose hued.

Thoughts surface I wish would move on,
as unknown others invade my sleep.
They are interlopers, quickly spawned,
spreading fantasies that grow and creep,
like tangled vines invading my sleep.

Dreams of you lie easy on my eyes
memories tossed and tumbled with time.
Although the past may wear a disguise
discarding thoughts we'd like to decline
I like thoughts of you caressing mine

Memories are stored of long-ago past,
as your sweet face invades my mind
with sunshine days that will always last.
They're a treasure we happened to find
while intrusive thoughts are left behind.

Dough Dash

With my computer in hand, out the door I dash....
To other people's doors for cash

Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop

Dashing, Grubhubbing, and Ubering galore,
In a sputtering economy, lent-filled pockets I really abhor

Rapacious eyes peruse desktops, tablets, and smartphones for eye-catching menus
Man's incessant search for comfort and convenience hungrily continues

Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop 

Dashing, dashing past drive-thrus and beyond dining rooms
Now a fresh and different energy looms

A mad dash for cash

Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door 
I GO

To contactless drop-offs and no eye contact, all spawned from a digital transaction
Distant, yet so close, is this human interaction

A mad dash for cash 

Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO

Midnight Answer

You ride through shadows, chasing dawn,
But you never saw the storm you spawned.
I’m not the girl you left behind--
I walk the dark with purpose, spine.

Your wheels may spin on borrowed fate,
But I was born to navigate.
I don't chase ghosts or beg for grace;
I set my fire and claim my place.

The night knows me--I wear its name,
Not weeping soft, but burning flame.
No chains to break, no debt to pay--
I forged my freedom, kept the way.

So ride, lone wolf, your distant mile.
I walk in boots, not in denial.
You had your shot, your smoke, your song.
But I’ve been midnight all along.

Authors Notes: poetic response to Midnight Rider by The Allman Brothers Band

Claude Monet

French artist Claude Monet
painted scenes from life occurring day to day.
Peace he found from his large garden pond
where paintings of 250 water lilies he spawned.

Marching For Freedom

Medals on frames stood upright and straight,
Like guns marching on bloody road to Death March
At eighteen, he bore the pellets of war’s cause
Fingers wounded by splinters from a grenade

Spawned by raw courage for freedom’s glory
He counted black hours guarding his troops;
Piloting aircraft and landing on muddy swamp 
Worse was the order to kick his dead friend, Paul.

Black nights fed thinner ribs with brisk attacks
Riddling air with roulette of mortar sounds,
Yet country’s honor soared higher than gray winds
A testament for a man of lofty ideals.

Tales of grit, battle scars wrapped in dignity
A body resting on heroes’ graveyard, our flag rising;
Until the end, code of gallantry filled life’s moments
Of one general, dear Dad, your spirit walks with me.

2nd place

The Eternal Question: God, No God, Maybe God

Gods of Man

In the days of yore, in distant times
Life was simple
Man was simple-minded
and his gods were simple, as well.

Life began with the light of day
and ended with the fall of night.
The light and the darkness were magical, 
mysterious, awe-inspiring, and dreadful.
So, he made the sun his god 
and the darkness his devil.

A little wiser, he made the graven images
to bow to, sacrifice and worship.

Then came the sly and savvy one
and he made god an anomaly,
a paradox and an enigma.
He made god like no one 
and no one was like him.
He was nowhere and everywhere,
And yet he built magnificent
houses of worship and
installed idols of gods
and turned it into a thriving enterprise.
He spawned dos and don’ts…
And as a deterrent he engineered hell,
As an incentive he promoted heaven.

         I did it my way

After I am dead and gone away
Let them say whatever they may,

     Night to night and day after day
     I have lived my life my own way,
     A god of my own I created to pray
     and my own devil I made to obey;

I will own all my sins at play
and vow all their wages to pay.

And the Beat Moved On

      What happened to the old ‘Do-wop’
          piano triplets and ‘bop-she-bop’

      Romantic ballads juke-box kissed
          disco nights now wrapped in mist

      Brian Wilson’s surfboard gone
          Liverpool mopheads no more spawned... 

      New heartthrobs soar, then fade away ~
          Beethoven rolled over yesterday

Discovering our true Self

To invoke God’s grace, we slow down life’s pace,
that we may cognise each offered surprise,
beholding in wonderment bliss beats rise
in the cave of our heart, soul’s dwelling place.
On recognising life is not a race,
we distance presence from the web of lies
spawned by lower mind, whence our ego dies
and then we see our true Self, face to face.

Our true being rests outside space and time,
made in God’s image, resplendent with light,
in ineffable peace, feeling complete,
renewing within itself bliss beat’s chime,
consciousness aware in drunken delight,
with pure intent emoting its love tweet.

New Moon Laughing

The moon unquestioned 
has no answers
Between light’s reflection
the coming dawn

One promise chosen
to fill the darkness
One promise chosen
to calm the storm

As planets rally
the moon abandoned
The time for reason
has come and gone

They spin their orbits
and claim reentry
New eyes upon them
new axis spawned

Rotating freely
in pinball madness
Colliding passions
of night’s retreat

A new moon laughing
the death of order
A new moon waiting
— as shadows sleep

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

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