loving the process
you'll no longer be waiting
for your happiness
Whispers of wild winds increase their fury.
I stare steadily towards the edge of the horizon.
My heart is indifferent, no mercy, no ease.
I breathe only the surrounding loneliness.
Up on the hill, the cemetery tolls its dirge.
I care not, as I feel neither sorrow nor joy.
It seems like waves crushing on the salty rocks.
I care not about the amplitude of force
That should fill my heart with grief or happiness.
I feel unmoved. Let the hills echo their tolls.
My heart is tepid, with neither chill nor heat,
No ice or fire can affect the innards of my soul.
I live as if only the moment counts and that’s enough.
FICTION
vibrance an orientation
time stretched tranquil meditation
where as a witness we flow on
poised in the void of cessation
ego cravings having been shorn
with each breath intake we’re reborn
yet dreams surface uninvited
embraced and then released at dawn
in stillness by bliss mists knighted
toroidal heart is delighted
as living light we stand erect
God in us is by God sighted
Positioned near the peak and then pulled back,
matters not to us since ego is dead,
for though we were denied we feel no lack,
so we shrug off those moments when we bled,
continuing to with mindfulness tread.
We will wait for as long as it may take,
for our capsuled consciousness to awake,
be it in this lifetime or the next one,
so here we are, a rippleless calm lake,
our bliss drenched presence lustrous like the sun.
an angular face
stoic and gray
as if she’s been chiseled
out of a mountain of granite
she looks resolute
unassuming and determined
she inspires hesitation in others
many fear inflexibility
Don’t sweat the small stuff,
And it’s all small stuff,
Is sagely advice
For every stage of life.
From birth to death
Everything seems so urgent
As it slips you by
And the next moment
Simply takes its place.
How can it be so effortless
We cry,
As we grasp to hold
What is already past.
(3/10/26)
Dare to dream Ashes nightmares it seems reawoken
Token words spoken after scares & flares teams broken
Dafter peacocking then rocking no blocking just shocking
Mocking laughter of the ghost of Christmas future knocking
Host boast from coast to coast toast as England roast
Boiling..recoiling..toiling & broiling this is our last post
Our iridescent flaming proper copper haired laird
Incandescent flairs no taming his despairs we all shared
Luminescent cares blaming Bazball heirs ill prepared scared
Stoic brawler our defiant mauler on a leaking reeking trawler
Too reliant on our brilliant defiant resilient glowering giant
Big Ben set up camp crippled by his men again & ripples of cramp
Overpowering pain courses through every vein towering skipper & champ
Heart on his sleeve…makes us believe in a reprieve heroic Firestarter
Immensity of intensity.. O Captain my Captain..our smarter martyr
Whatever happens ~
It will;
However action
At will!
Simply is Destiny
these two things:
How you act and
What is happening?
Will we ride the tides of life & time?
Will we wind up sunk to bed instead?
Will we act all we will,
All accept what we won't?
How is this happening?
Well, we find the tides of life & time.
Well, we wake up from the bed instead.
Well, we do all we can,
All accept what we can't...
Whatever happened ~
That was;
Whatever - for now
This is!
Sometimes, it's how it is,
Whatever
Just so happens.
Whoever this happens
to be;
You can not
Act all pretending! But intending
to Be.
Act alright away;
With will we'll well way!
---
Whenever this happens
to you;
It will not
Happen for ever! But will happen
for You.
Life is as you make it;
Time is as you take it!
But whatever...
"Bring it, life, all your adversities...they only strengthen me!" - quote by poet.
oh, adversity...
haven't you exhausted
all efforts
to knock me off my equilibrium,
to make me
cry a river?
you came to break me in two
yesterday
with bells on;
jiggling around your ankles.
instead, all you got in return was
only....a shrug.
you saw no sign
of weakness on the surface
or deep within me.
you waited for tears
that never came.
you kept on poking
yet your needle pricks
didn't make me wince
you stabbed me with daggers
that never punctured my skin
or made me bleed....
are you disappointed?
surprised that your sharp weapons
cause me no pain,
but instead, tickle me?
go ahead, keep making me
stronger.....
Stoic she sits
As an oyster lacking a grain of sand
No Pearl of Great Price or wisdom to share.
Stoic she sits
A smile adorns her face while we hold hands,
Bereft of thought and without words to spare.
Stoic she sits
Cloudy sapphire eyes show nary a care.
Oblivion’s glide left her a blank stare.
Stoic she sits
Time’s wrinkles scribe not the soft silken face
Of the hollowed woman who remains there.
Stoic I sit
where the pipeline meets the lake
spewing sewage in its wake
several snowdrops grow and help to paint God’s earth
and as acid rains from clouds
upon the litter strewn by crowds
lines of daffodils speak more than words are worth.
next to piles of household waste
tipped by those who fly in haste
there are bluebells growing wild on urban floors
and as plumes of factory smoke
suffocate disperse and choke
there are birds migrating to these hallowed shores.
where graffiti daubs the wall
of society’s wrecking ball
there’s a patch where tulips dance beneath our sky
and as shards of broken glass
lie in pieces on the grass
two young lovers holding hands walk slowly by.
Written 23 November 2023
Divorce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
Divorce
Day in day out I reel with deep despair
Imagining how my children will fare
Visibly without motherly fondness
Other than just fatherly tenderness;
Rather than musing on the deadly mess
Cautious I am to scan my stoic side
Envisaging how pains to cast aside.
In stoic rhythm, the heart beats serenity,
a sequoia weathering life's windstorms.
Whispers of Epictetus, soft zephyrs,
navigate the soul through tempest trials.
Resolute amidst chaos's dance,
a stoic symphony, resilience embodied.
Each breath, a hymn to self-mastery,
forged in the crucible of inner dominion.
Emotions carved into stoic sculptures,
adorn the sanctum of a contemplative mind.
Acceptance, a soothing elixir of solace,
for wounds dealt by fate's capricious hand.
A sage's gaze, tranquil and unwavering,
reads the landscape of joy and strife.
In stoic's gentle embrace, life unfolds,
a canvas painted with hues of inner peace.
Laboured breathing and bones weary
Yet vibrant heart, far from dreary
Gentle eye, echoing love’s sigh
Soul’s stoic stance, seems so eerie
To be as such, fear forms must die
That flag of love and light flies high
Poised, irrespective of outcome
Mantra of life being, retry
Within heart continues to strum
The gong of Om, God’s cosmic drum
Bliss magnetism pulsates inside
Music of spheres does softly hum
In the vast void, to wingless glide
Breath by breath, enjoying the ride
Free from cravings of lower mind
Face smile dressed, always dignified
Childlike innocence, brave and kind
Playing life’s role, as is assigned
Heart prayerful, thoughts beautiful
Is with all existence entwined
STOIC
Some people describe me as stoical
Stiff upper lip and chin raised, I’d say
Yet take it as it comes – it is the way
I’ve firmly held views, always logical
It’s probably inherited from my parents
I’m imbued with a sense of being strong
Of course, knowing right from wrong
And really about showing forbearance
The lack of anger shown isn’t monotony
Slightly more meaning than just a shrug
But never falling into a hole one has dug
And it can be described as a philosophy
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