Stanza Poems

The Patsy

Stop wasting all my time,
please don’t leave the light on.
There was never a chance.
I’ll deal with that title, 
the patsy of romance.

Stop wasting all my time,
I won’t follow bread crumbs. 
Snipping the yarn in two,
now you cannot track me. 
My mind’s stronger than you. 

Stop wasting all my time, 
this hourglass is precious. 
Make the

Sappho’s Leap

Bending truth to suit the occasion—searing. 
Peering through the dark at abyssal strewn;
Glow of waters lap at my swirling yearnings.
I should expire soon.

Where would we dwell

Heaven or yet beyond,
where do we wish to dwell?
Heart’s desire is soul’s aim,
as we seek, so it is,
fulfilled in life’s end game.

Heaven or yet beyond,
is the question we’re asked;
‘beyond’ meaning no form,
where all that is is Self,
deprived of love’s bliss storm.

Heaven or yet beyond,
concept unknown to mind,
so let’s first discover,
the light of Self within,
as God’s

Kundalini

Shhh, silence! Don't bother this Tibetan monk
Just leave him be; he is peace personified.
Far removed from our disintegrating world ...
                                   

Velvet Roses

Soft like velvet roses,
strong as surgical steel.
Clamor from the inside,
never to be mangled.
The afterclap of untied. 

Soft like velvet roses,
be tender when you touch.
Thorns are not delicate,
they grow larger with time.
Baseline reigns elegant. 

Soft like velvet roses
raging in thunderstorms.
Perfect dichotomy,
passion is rarely clean.
A gift laudatory. 

Soft like velvet roses,
a match for toying cheeks.
An outlandish display

Subterfuge

Detecting deception,
our eye nonjudgmental 
and blissful heart tranquil
but saw a weary soul,
slowly trudging uphill.

Detecting deception,
in a drop that rebelled,
we but saw its soul’s light,
seeking greener pastures,
to feel bliss beat’s delight.

Detecting deception,
by egos gone astray,
driven by dark instinct,
all we could see was their
yearning to be love inked.

Detecting deception,
by poets seeking praise,
all we saw was their dread,
resisting

Cause and effect

each effect has a cause
be gentle and mindful
as we sow, so we reap
poised in the void let us
take a consciousness leap

each effect has a cause
settle all debts of love
ensuring heart is pure
forgive, forget, move on
in tranquil peace endure

each effect has a cause
though this life will roll on
if we be nonchalant 
in state of surrender
twists of

Try this

Begin but do not finish actions proposed,
that thus poised in timelessness, stillness stretches
meditation; invoking God’s grace that we …
   burn as love’s bliss flame.

To be and so noiselessly transform our soul,
it is in the bardo of animated
silence that our magnetised body-mind feels …
   divine light within.

Befriending silence

To attain quietude,
first things first, thoughts must cease,
that thus, free from desire,
wayward ego’s consigned
to the funeral fire.

To attain quietude,
nonchalant to outcomes,
present in the moment,
staid stillness invokes grace;
bliss magnetism potent.

To attain quietude,
round the clock, all the time,
our choice of cessation,
epitomises our
soul’s orientation.

To attain quietude, 
shifting from head to heart,
truth search prioritised,
be assured oh hermit,
God will be

Zen mode

Kiss of stillness releases bliss pheromones,
inking presence with scent of rainbow’s love hues,
sacred ash and sandalwood, teleporting …
   soul to nirvana.

Fire without smoke

We dwell as God’s bliss hum,
the flame within burning,
being fire without smoke,
birthed when eye be single
and head and heart we yoke.

We dwell as God’s bliss hum,
current all pervading,
pulsating day and night,
exhuming the ego,
bringing gift of clear sight.

We dwell as God’s bliss hum,
heightened rapture unbound,
transforming feeble form,
wherein vibrant presence,
is centred in love’s storm.

We dwell as God’s

Pure Gold

Sip from a chipped teacup,
the glass is still half full.
A grin frowns upside down
framed by two twinkling eyes.
Her brilliance lights this town. 

Sip from a chipped teacup,
just turn the rim around. 
Press on and work it out,
beauty and bold en force.
Pure gold in a blackout.

Sip from a chipped teacup,
no need for something new. 
When it’s

Silence please

God search, soul’s quest, requiring ego to die,
vaporising, that then we transcend time-space
limitations, viewing the light of our Self …
   questions cease; truth’s known.

In this dream realm, illusions bemuse, confuse
but if we choose to be still, voids then soon fill,
thus if we wish to be free, silence reveals …
   the truth

show me God

who are we, pause to ask
in as the very source
that causes breath to flow
which makes us feel alive
and plants in heart love’s glow

who are we, pause to ask
by resting lower mind
yet remaining aware
softening attention 
that head and heart may pair

who are we, pause to ask
by befriending silence
and surrendering will
that upon ego death
we see voids within

THE HOUSE ON ANGEL CLOUD LAKE

                             4/5/2025


On my picket fence, irritating, screeching black crows at me, 
do sounds, so fearlessly make!
So having had it, I bought a lovely, pine cottage, on the

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