Tantric Poems | Examples

Alignment

 
 
crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile

pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed

thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues

heart softens atria, ventricles 
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises 

coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical 
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals 

feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction 

rooted into Earth mooted primordial 
authentic estate mirthful immemorial 
aligned connection very refined  
                                        
                                               
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Strong-think v wrong-think'

You can't hold it both ways,  In meaning.' You
Are either direct.' Or  directionless..And thus
In a mess.' No less-en-ing, yet less kenning will ensue.' Though
You deny..Its more obvious..Showing through'
True.' Reality denying.? I find it at best tedious'
Not to mention trying.! And now cov-idiocy is
Really dying.' Symtoms seen, idio-tantric bouts
And much de-crying..Tantrum-atic antic's its
Virtuless incandesacnt-cy liquid spleen venting, venting' yet never airing.' Instead there
Is resenting and vitriol..And severe dis-connect, much fruit less conversation,  born.? that really
Cripples the formerly upright soul; struggle of noble
Nations...How do I quantify.? Highlight the prints of such scorn.!

Kundalini

In the opaque night across the space of silence, 
enfolding the languid landscape of my existence,
bereft of the beguiled essence in indolent life,
my pathway meanders in the labyrinth of torment.

Trudging at the fringe of trying forbearance,
I hear listless the whispering wind of wisdom 	
tell me, this journey has no meaningful end.
I’m entangled in the nebulous mesh of ambiguity. 

The ill-conceived venture of the errant mind 
finds gloomy dead end in the introspection path.
That’s when the serpentine force opens the innate door,
releasing the feminine energy of yogic awareness.  

My soul shines then with the ethereal radiance
in the infinite depth of the discernment space,
like the flaring brilliance of dormant tantric power,
flashing through the seven chakras of perception. 

In my self-searching spiritual odyssey 
toward the edge of the enlightened eternity,
I perceive the acuity centres configure consciousness
and turn it into living beacon, lighting my inner self.

The movers and Shakespearers

No comfort for the stickler, sticking literary fixtures depicting conflicting inklings to their minds as perfect pictures.
With one stroke of my pen the standards rose again and damned be lesser men. 
As the pros of prose impose and profess, chaos needs redress. 
For I, who's distress you must address, now cower and cleanse this mess, confess my prowess only serves to impress all reason to, "stop the press". 
Anachronistic the measure of their metric, imperialistic so the eccentric can spiral in tantric concentric circlejerks. 
Central to themselves, it works. 
The stench of sh!t, a rose by any other name, smeared with effluent smirks. 
With all due respect you may cling to the historic. 
If you wish to press/play, I will lay waste. 
I'm not here to copy/paste. 
The past won't be replaced, though clearly trampled and retraced. 
Finding you're fittingly faced with chagrin laden grimace feeding bitter distaste. 
Thou is to doth o'er and o'er, as men of the cloth in unrestrained glory. 
Touting the gospel loudly and poorly, wholly unaware it's a fairytale story.

Dark Waters

Emotional Burdens Set Sail on Dark Waters Lagoon
Adrift, Under the Soft Light of the Waxing Crescent Moon
Subtle the Reflection, the Tapered Lunar
Gently Glistened Dark and Murky Ethereal Water
The Rippled Surface Parted to Embrace Oshun's Daughter
Dark Waters, Uncharted Enchanted Tantric Whispers
With Urgency, Implores the Mystic Explorer
Seeking Light in the Dark
Hoping for Star Lights to Illuminate a Path
Opaque and  Obscure Neptunian Watery Depth
Bubbles revealing a Treasure Cave where Creativity is Kept
Nurturing Seeds of Aspiration
Dark Waters Incubate Newly Conceived Inspiration
Piscean Streams of Motivation Needed
To Aide the Birth of the Water Lily Seeded
Dark Water, Dark Moon Daughter
Now Submerged In Blissful Abysmal Depths
Dreamy Trance, Her Secrets the Dark Waters Kept.

light that lights all lights

illumination radiance gleaming spectrum
the lightness of being reflected in meditation

karmic invigoration when Newton’s apple rises
above the false gravity of seeming impermanence

cause and effect in cosmic unmeasurable cycles
tantric proportions of spiritual enlightenment

the Buddha seduces the Virgin Mary in foreplay
of heavenly promises and miraculous passion

gleaming brilliance blinds all darkness
when luster emerges from devilish shadows
waiting for providence necessities action
one cannot light a fire without a spark

once ember glows momentum evolves
future and past merge into presence 

suffering of suffering yields epiphanous healing
all chakras open and ready for more

the time will come when you visualize sounds
hear what plays out in your eyes
touch taste and smell the spell of their union
and become one with yourself and the Universe

celestial

‘if I could I would give her
the moon on a spoon …´

in synchronous rotation
orbits speed in compassion
around a union made in heaven

charged in meditation
the Universe expands 
stellar love upon a wishing star
knows no infinitum

tantric togetherness weaves
heavenly pleasures
awaits once intergalactic dust 
settles in mind body and soul

making love with no end
and no beginning
a daily practice in humility
an afterglow when spoons mingle
scoops up all that matters 
no space in between

Seasons

He smells the passion and perfume,
the mild and manic moments
of a young love.

Here comes a ragged flight of crows;
he squints in the cold sunlight.
Blue shadows glimmer and glint.

He has a lover in mind;
a dead one,
the crows carry her memory to him.
The aroma of deep red wine,
silk stockings discarded
yet still writhing and tangling.
The clumsy sincerity
of sexual pantomimes,

Tipsy lipreading's of arousal
utter their naked words,
glimmers sculpture
tantric passions into recollection.

He wonders
did any of this change -
the girl, the crows, the tidal musk,
the surfacing ebb and flow
the sense of it all?

Autumnal flares
restore a late warmth
to cooling images.
The long-lived
out run their dreams.

Ardor awakens once more
between scarlet lips.
It's a kindred, half-living
kind of being.

The seasoned
shelter such memories
under concealing crows feet,
or beneath
chameleon-lidded eyes.

With Your Purple Plum Heart

Nocturnal visions of the highest order welcome you 
Priestess of ancient tribes... 
Cast your spell wrap the moon in dark tinsel swindles  
Open the gateway dark anime girl , 
and potentize your aerial fields of resonance 
Enter into the dragon's shrine, use your potion
to qualm the drake keeper; 
Seize your destiny as the stars seize the night 
use your wizardry to dye the sun hairs black   
allow the purple bruised night to feast on your mood  
eglantine kisses dark as blackstrap molasses 
falling on you like mellifluous rhythm of tantric drums

Ink your beauty on their bodies morosely caress their wounds 
heal and saturate them, with your purple plum heart.

On the Beat

Drummer boy and Drummer girl. 
Creating echoes of emotions intentions. 
Speak your mind in catchy unfurl.
In tantric mind pounding experi-dimension.
So happy they're not blades,
You're wielding.
I'm just saying, drummers are crazed.
Those sticks, instead, are an extensions of a quest for fire.
Kindling, I hope, for holy smoke of a heart emblazed.
Caroming over a glade overlooking desire.
Unbridled energy for getting your point to be made.
Shoehorning passions through my pounding head.
Up the irons! The likes of Nicko Mcbrain.
Standard Bearer of the Serenade;
Kim Iversen, what do you do for an encore?
Fight like a Standard Bearer, for the People of the U.S.A.

What Is Your Preference

Buddhist view on aversion and desire,
cognises oscillations between them,
thereby sidestepping consequence dire,
nipping thorns and flowers, before they stem,
equal in dark and star of Bethlehem.
Cessation by negation, age old ways,
far cry from the tantric, who to joy sways,
dancing at all times in celebration,
imbibing within bliss, that always stays,
given to play, in vibrant elation.

One view accepts that what is, simply is,
thus centered in the void, without movement,
choice of non-action, exiting thought quiz,
heart equipoised in quiet contentment,
whilst the other infuses joy intent,
each breath inflow taken as divine grace,
burning yearning to see God face to face,
all acts performed, in aspect surrender,
seeking out the truth, at a burning pace,
whilst beholding Gods manifest wonder.

28-August-2021

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Karma

gently they breathed in and out

reached the tantric mountain

true to the core of all energies combined


prophets of doom came to the hills

eager to dispel the impermanent truth

that yoga is a type of faith

in body mind and soul

but the words they dangled 

were only empty oracles


cross legged lotus flowers

opened consciousness and the conscience

that the earth sun and moon

are mere reincarnations of beauty


Shiva and Shakty 

captured the breath of all winds

fired by passion

until the tempest subsided

and called for more



13th August 2021

Christ Consciousness

Tantra is the direct here and now energy path
Felt within, each breath of God, a holy sabbath

The tantric perspective is simple
Demystifying mystical parables

Christ consciousness centre is between our eyebrows
Wherein God bestowed wisdom and bliss currents furrow

This chakra centre, the Ajna, in polarity to the Medulla 
Entwines with crown - Sahasrara and heart - Anahata

Thus higher and lower minds meld with love
With Gods blessings from within and above

This wisdom is known as of karmic seeds sown
Blossoming at third eye, when ego we disown

We each have the potential
To behold this divine miracle 

Within

19-May-2021

The Welcome Dream

I dream of you, maybe fall in love all over again.
The dreams are as usual erotic,
you pretend to be married and I pretend not to be.
We once shared a lot of fantasies,
and did not pretend at all;
they were dark horses ridden through darker flames.

Dreams are powerful, we all know that,
I wanted to look you up, hook up again,
my libido still smoldering,
with wide-awake tantric visions.

Maybe you have mastered the art of astral flying,
If you want to be my succubus
I will leave the bedroom window open.

My knees are shot now, but if you’re still limber
we can dream side by side, re-live our best moments
in a fantasy league all of our own.

Each Pulse a Celebration

Kaula path of tantra, celebration,
Thus mistaken as irresponsible.
Looking deeper we see meditation
In each action, cognition spherical,
Embracing each breath as Gods miracle.
Rejecting external conditioning,
Equal eye of tantric always dancing;
Each action devotional surrender,
Imbibing divine grace enlivening;
A child at heart, beholding Gods wonder!

12-October-2020

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