Stagnates Poems | Examples

Remembrance

Placed First in Standard Contest
Specular Fugue
Sponsor : Suzette Richards

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watching passivity in activity
sad, sombrely sad
memories from womb rise and fall
little miracles of remembrance 
holding the hands of Fate we wait
Wheels of Fortune revolves, race stagnates
we do not cry, hankerchiefs dry
timeless we watch, clock ticking

clock glancing, mindful of time   
unseen cry, tissues wet lie around  
loss centres, race proceeds 
there is no Fate, only Self-determination
every forgetting is a miracle
uterine amnesia ~ stumbling and ascending 
sombre joy replicates in silence 
active we look away, passive and still

heart-centric soul

mind is an instrument 
we must use it when needed
when the task is finished, rest it
throne of awareness to heart ceded

recognise mind stagnates, whilst heart flows
dwelling in heart, we are in our true home
we are aglow therein, in spatial peace
synced with the cosmic gong Om

Discard vicarious knowledge

What are the concepts onto which we hold,
the crutches we need in order to walk,
though mind stagnates from youth till we grow old
and as false beliefs continue to stalk,
a time comes when beholding light we balk?

As formless awareness, one with vast space,
there remains of wayward ego no trace,
whence thus bereft of both desire and fear,
poised in the vibrant void, we imbibe grace,
and then we feel God’s love and light draw near.

The Only Way

insistent emphasis
dogmatic views
make for faith
fundamentalistic

specious belief
eristic rigidity
stagnates in a cave
caging spontaneity 

seeking without surrender
clinging to scriptures
imprisons the soul
in a mind trap

repeated affirmations
manifest heart’s aspirations
as a conjured epiphany 
deepening delusion

sans thought who are we
unfettered and unbound
beyond mental concepts 
look for that oh hermit

If This Was the Last

Fear of future, regrets of past 
Both have roots in our lower mind
Dwelling in the eternal now
Sparks bliss that may not be defined

Vaporised presence gentles touch
Entwined with the vast universe
There remains then nothing to seek
Humming a melodious verse

Labyrinths of speculation
Orbits needs of organic form
But for awareness void centric
Each breath manifests a bliss storm

Resting mind’s memory recall
Employing consciousness of soul
Throb of aliveness heart’s worship
Feeling joyous, blissful and whole

Outcomes never speculated
Delighting in life’s dance sublime
Transcending both if’s and maybe’s 
Endlessly renews, God’s love chime

Mist of bliss poses no question
Effervescence stagnates nowhere
Love is a ceaseless outpouring
Pristine awareness, self-aware

Emerging from ego’s cocoon
Upon becoming the answer
To gong of Om, behold soul swoon 
Akin to a cosmic dancer

Zen Mode

here we are, abiding in bliss energised stillness 
then an earthy agenda calls upon us to act
for there is a mundane task to be performed 
in as ordained in our earth life role we so chose

hesitancy, if it arises, to dive into gross matter
does it not signal addiction to our comfort zone
what is that that inhibits our meditational orientation 
merely by altering activity mind-body is to perform 

introspecting thus we ascertain the cause within
being our inability as yet to bilocate fickle attention
which as yet has tendencies toward inertia or tamas
preferring to stagnate somewhere rather than flow

the aspect of consciousness that stagnates is ego
therefore as yet traces of feral residue remain within
restricting free and unfettered movement of presence
across all realms and domains in vibrant nonchalance

And Yet ---

the window between us
a transient barrier
of time travel
within grasp

yet the air stagnates
out of reach
beyond the realms
we've conceived

our vision blurred
by delusion's illusion



AP: Honorable Mention 2023

I Choose To Live Updated

For far too long I have denied myself a life of joy, prosperity, and the understanding that I too deserve happiness despite my mistakes 

For countless years it seems I have mentally digested a falsified definition of who I am and allowed my potential to be malnourished- 

feeding my mind with welcoming thoughts of unworthiness.

What of these thoughts of mine that  encapsulated me?

What of these tangled webs of self-sabotage that stagnates my growth?

You see, there's power in the mind but that power could sway either way-

dominantly viewing ourselves with a positive perception or lack thereof.

However, between the two lies a balance of acceptance-

by embracing all of who you are;including the imperfections.

So, no more will I hide within the shadows of self-doubt-

holding me hostage, unable to step into the light 

I dismiss the idea that I have nothing to offer the world

How dare me think less of who I am?

How could I be so oblivious to how special the powers that be have made me?

Of course, I'm not perfect. But who is?

Its my decision to be happy

It's my decision to LIVE!!!!

I Choose To Live Updated

For far too long I have denied myself a life of joy, prosperity, and the understanding that I too deserve happiness despite my mistakes 

For countless years it seems I have mentally digested a falsified definition of who I am and allowed my potential to be malnourished- 

feeding my mind with welcoming thoughts of unworthiness.

What of these thoughts of mine that  encapsulated me?

What of these tangled webs of self-sabotage that stagnates my growth?

You see, there's power in the mind but that power could sway either way-

dominantly viewing ourselves with a positive perception or lack thereof.

However, between the two lies a balance of acceptance-

by embracing all of who you are;including the imperfections.

So, no more will I hide within the shadows of self-doubt-

holding me hostage, unable to step into the light 

I dismiss the idea that I have nothing to offer the world

How dare me think less of who I am?

How could I be so oblivious to how special the powers that be have made me?

Of course, I'm not perfect. But who is?

Its my decision to be happy

It's my decision to LIVE!!!!

I Choose To Live

For far too long I have denied myself a life of joy, prosperity, and the understanding that I too deserve happiness despite my mistakes. 

For countless years it seems I have mentally digested a falsified definition of who I am and allowed my potential to be malnourished- 

feeding my mind with welcoming thoughts of unworthiness.

What of these thoughts of mine that encapsulated me?

What of these tangled webs of self-sabotage that stagnates my growth?

You see, there's power in the mind but that power could sway either way-

dominantly viewing ourselves with a positive perception or lack thereof.

However, between the two lies a balance of acceptance-

by embracing all of who you are including the imperfections.

So, no more will I hide within the shadows of self-doubt-

holding me hostage, unable to step into the light and dismiss the idea that I have nothing to offer the world

How dare me think less of who I am?

How could I be so oblivious to how special the powers that be have made me?

Of course, I'm not perfect. But who is?

Its my decision to be happy

It's my decision to LIVE!!!!

Keep Walking

mood of heart celebratory
appreciative of beauty
vibrant presence of innocence 
yet stagnates not in dalliance
life flow joy continuity 

28-July-2021

At Ease With Release

We
are here
within void
as awareness 
centred everywhere,
ensouling mind body,
for earth life experience.
However attention stagnates,
deadening our inner sentience,
thereby limiting reach of consciousness.

Permanent happiness, found in release,
flowing without pausing, like the breeze.
Equal then through both rise and fall,
essence of presence unstained
renews the throb of bliss,
within heart glowing,
one with the flow
each moment,
vibrant 
joy.

21-March-2021

Listless Gaze

transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.

beguiled
I entomb myself
in the moment
asphyxiating
flailing
clawing
grasping for
desperately
disintegrating walls.

abdicated
I capitulate to
the lair
that cold cavity
pit of dread
that
pool of tears
where my devotion
thrashes plangently.

interred
in the filth
of want
of need
of putrefying wonder
entombed within
every pore
every inch
of my desolation.

moribund
I turn to stone
my listless gaze
fixated ruefully
on the luminance
the far distant
light
where steadfast
dim hope resides.

Time Then and Now

Then was the flowing time 
On its wings I could freely fly 
Across the span of the azure sky 
To the horizon of distant lands 
Soar alongside of the floating flock 
In the warm air stream of conviviality. 

Then was the flowing time
When in the vibes of unfurled dawn 
Tinged by the golden sunbeam 
I could join the kith and kin 
On the breeze-braced boughs 
Croon together the spring song.  

Then was the flowing time 
When through the twilight gleam
I returned to the teeming nest 
In the closeness of you all 
Fold my wings in the embrace 
Of unrestrained intimacy. 
 
Now is the stalled time 
Shadow of lurking invisible danger 
Creeps menacingly from nowhere 
Turning the nest into a cage 
Confined morale plunging in lone abyss 
Stagnates in gripping isolation. 
 
Now is the stalled time
Hanging heavy on my collapsed wings
Songs have disappeared in desolate air
But rhythm of hope still pulsates in heart
New pristine dawn will color the dark sky
With the familiar flock I will fly there again. 

July 31, 2020
Contest : Isolation Philosophy
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke

Paterson An Allegory

mosaic
      of prose
      &poems
      interleaved
intense
obtuse
oblique:
          an epic
          satire
in words
       of  a place:

beauty
     &poverty
its elemental
         character,
a reality
      of restraint
      &impotentcy
expressed
in
a language 
of
variable feet,
a shift
       of style
        in
          fragments
                     of
                       three:
a winter
         of
            death
before death..
a
polluted
      river...
          stagnates
and yet...
....see
     a green
     branch buds
from an
old tree
with vitality:
a
change
     in mood
     rather
     than measure...
...love and 
...imagination...
the essence
of life

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