Transmits Poems

Zen mode

hallowed hollow of our glistening palms
heals our fellow souls on the astral plane
emitting loving radiance that calms
borrowing lustre from our central vein
transmits God’s blessings falling like light rain
likewise soles of our feet mirror cool heat 
signalling flow of grace does not deplete

Shadows

For Suzette’s: Light or Shadow contest

“when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives”
  Lauren Eden – The Lioness Awakens 

Shadows

the bear chases you around the pomegranate tree
your fear reaching extreme heights
you seize the suitable moment to escape
a fleeting flash of relief
only for the bear to corner you once more
the odour of its pelage hits your nostrils
its paws are ferociously slashing at your body
you are pinned helplessly waiting for the mortal blow
somehow, screams distract the bear	
as if satisfied, it walks away, for now
you are scarred for life
you go about your life looking over your shoulder
each shadow is now a bear
each minute noise transmits fear
nobody can protect you from this nightmare
you terribly crave love and search for it everywhere
locking yourself away is simply futile	
you must venture out
you owe it to yourself to take risks in life			
or in love

Thought of the day

God dwells in all forms, so simply know this ~
His breath transmits to us love, light and bliss

Tuning Out

I tune out the news
Just as much as I can,
So I won’t have to hear
When the s*^# hits the fan.

But I still read the paper
And catch little bits
From the radio as every
Story transmits.

The migrants, the pardons,
The Congress, the Court – 
Democracy fighting
But coming up short.

The voters who quoted
The prices of eggs,
Now twice as expensive,
The question now begs…

Just when will you realize
You’ve made a mistake?
The heart and the soul
Of our nation’s at stake.

It’s hard to accept
Just how low we have sunk
And I wonder why everyone’s 
Not in a funk.

Marvels Of His Gift

Seething life spreads stifling smoke far and near,
clouds blurred mind with skeptic obscurity.
Beauty unseen in biased sight not clear,
morphs in mind contoured by uncertainty.
From depth of depression it’s time I steer
life’s sunk ethics, value it’s sanctity.
It’s time I leave bleak psychic scene behind,
blossom flowers in garden of my mind.

Sunburst sky’s shades I see horizon smear
on dew adorned meadow of jade grass new. 
Cradled by satin leaves buds bloom to cheer, 
as petals dance on crescendo of hue,
zephyr transmits the fragrance to endear,
butterflies flit on its lure, floating through.
On waves of cadence divine marvels drift, 
create for me spring’s opus as His gift.

This Love

I waited within the gaze of darkness
I found you there,
A midnight sun blazing on my internal horizon
Illuminating the contours of my inner world
Quenching my arid soul like a desert oasis
Your hand in mine,
A granite foundation solidifying my core
Blasting through the concrete barriers of my heart 
A golden glow as radiant as the dawn's first rays
A shimmering reflection that transmits  
From the depths of your crystal blue eyes
The deepest love, as vast as the cerulean skies 
An empowering revival like the fiercest ocean tide
A rush that pours like the crashing of a waterfall
Fulfilling the depths of my once wounded soul

Building tension

Feeling incomplete, heart yearns to expand
and so transmits this desire to the mind,
which ego driven, fails to understand,
that peace is found if cravings are declined,
so in the world of transience, makes its stand,
stifling soul’s vibrancy, loving and kind.
Identified with form, tension builds up,
from which there’s no reprieve, till thoughts shut up.

As goalposts shift, we see rainbows don’t last,
for joy is fleeting and piercing is pain,
so despondent, flag flying at half mast,
our optimism dwindles under life’s strain
but even though destiny’s die seems cast,
in silence, souls love and light we regain.
As formless awareness, humming love’s tune,
from the vagaries of life, we’re immune.

Christinas World by Andrew Wyeth - American Artist 1948

“Art is the medium by which a person, having experienced an emotion, intentionally transmits it to others” – Leo Tolstoy

A bleak monotonous landscape,
Had been her outlook for years.
She so vehemently longed to escape.
The young woman fought back tears.
Christina’s world was internment.
Trapped in a body with muscles decaying.
Poor dear lacked discernment,
Her will to walk, her spirit not obeying.
Muscular Dystrophy restricted her being.
Crawling helplessly across the field,
The horizon beyond is all she will be seeing.
Determined to create an impenetrable shield.
To separate her from her crippling disorder.
Forcing herself daily, her bent limbs to be unfurled.
In spite of her debilitating marauder,
In pain Miss Christina Olson seeks to view the world.

The Way of the Future

We will build our "Mars Voyager Spaceship" on our Moon. 
this Spaceship can only be built on our moon, for weight, size soon, 
            we will power this craft not to compromise...      
              with Space-Based Solar Power Equipment...  
                technologies we now have on Earth...                  
  Since clouds, atmosphere nighttime is absent in space,
                  satellite-based solar panels magnificent...
     
 would also be able to capture while transmits substantially      
                   more energy than terrestrial solar panels...
reflectors also a microwave or laser power transmitter, continually...   
                        
directing solar radiation onto huge solar panels, attached,
                  on our 'Mars Voyager Spaceship'...
           these panels convert solar power, wa-la...               
   into either a microwave or a laser,  then beam uninterrupted power
                                     all our way to Mars Ta-Da

A Brain Is Storming

riding on 
  superluminal rafts
the supernatural rapscallions
  descend with
delirious determination  
  into
deceptive diversion
 observing
too many indeterminists
  doing nothing
  with too much time
     on their antennae
 
it's inevitable: 
derived from suffering
 in a brain's
  stormy potential  
 where an abandoned 
shopping cart
transmits
hapless holons
 in a stationary orbit 
 above the bucolic
  neighborhood 

I defiantly deconstruct
  the illusion
of immortality 
  while
 cobwebs
 engulf balconies
   and coffins
    excrete spiders

I/he
  drowned
in the same
 river twice  
after being assured
  that no man is
a tropical island
 in a lost paradise
where the Jovian moons 
  don't shine
 
...so he/I
sputtered & sibilated
in an 
empty frame of
 rambling
  reference

Anti-Poem - Dry Ice and Cologne

a blue chevy impala basks in a suburban driveway
like a beached whale it oozes gases and black oils 
its seeping white walls beg for rubber movements
little boy inside the house sits on a pleated couch
he watches the setting sun through a screen door
fat mother stirs pudding in a wall-papered kitchen
smoking father works a tv guide crossword puzzle
he flicks white hot dust into a crystal glass ashtray
the corner television set transmits black and white
cathode rays of a half-naked wrestler pinned down
the destroyer with mask on lifts his victorious arms

little boy hears calliope music in the green distance
the ice cream man comes with dry ice and cologne 
still three blocks away he makes another long stop
fat mother fries bloody meats in a fiery blue skillet 
she turns on boss radio to hear elvis sing the blues
little boy goes to the admiral and turns the channel
bishop sheen appears in black cursing the darkness
skipper frank implores the kids to brush after meals
tennessee tuxedo chases tiger tornado to megapolis
smoking father finishes a tv guide crossword puzzle
the ice cream man arrives with dry ice and cologne

Disney Syllabus

Disrupted rough sea ripples shuffle
    audience anticipation
    Shift in seats, hammered hearts
    Pummel, fluffy microphone muffle
    confines communication
    To thespian garish starring parts


    Leading lady stands on X central
    scintillating stiff corset
    Holds ocean of faces transfixed
    Hushed haze of amazed attention
    long leg stride endorses
    Cancan colourful ruffled kicks


    Glitter adds amps to eyes squinted
    focus on filmed direction 
    Glow in spotlight, skin peach orange
    Sets character afloat, limelight lifted 
    dusk dim purple perfection
    Transmits her story beyond onstage

   
     Pivot pelvis razzle reactive samba 
     fast feet choreograph flawless
     Flashy features outshine backdrops
     For her love, Leading man clamours
     resounding auditorium applause
     Ensures her ego never lacks props




     
               13th June
         Theatrical Resume

Trivial Pursuits

She is uppercase, Her within the within
out shines the sun, out paces the moon.

Thoughts of a ham sandwich come to a squealing halt
as I recall my low sodium diet -
She (too often to count) plays trivia with existence,
            meanwhile, I flutter like a cage in a canary.

Of course, She is not a she and I am not a lower he.
A non-physical womb both transmits and incubates.
                               Pronouns do not work in Spirit.

Owls perch on the edge of light where the watched 
also watches. She corrals wild minds, thoughts bleat 
as they are left to stray
creating space for the lone herder -
the one who brings ‘shepherd’s pie’
               for all the hungry ghosts.

In a sandbox, many grains plays with others
and that’s okay 
                 for one more transcendental day.

Moon Knight With Delusive Disorder

In the Marvel comic, the unique character,
represented by myriad of persona of superhero Mark Spector,
an American mercenary who turns into Moon Knight,
the avatar of the Egyptian moon God, Khonshu.

When the earth is threatened by the destructive forces,
Khonshu makes Mark to wake up in his grave,
and get the mental message of being assigned the task
by resuming life as the defender of the moon.

For the protection of the endangered earth,
Khonshu  transmits his power to Moon Knight, 
who enhances the fighting dexterity and mental might
by acquiring the potent strength of the Iron Fist.

After the statue of Khonshu seems to have exploded, 
its force brings Mark back to life through resurrection.
He suffers from delusive dissociative identity disorder,
and finds the statue getting fully repaired and reinstalled.

Khonshu pleads for the safety of Moon Knight’s life
when he is about to be killed by Daredevil,
who ultimately agrees to set him free,
for he finds him transformed into the moon God.

 _______________

March, 22,  2023
Contest : Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori

Moon Knight Revives

In the Marvel comic, the unique character,
represented by myriad of persona of superhero Mark Spector,
an American mercenary who turns into Moon Knight,
the avatar of the Egyptian moon God, Khonshu.

When the earth is threatened by the destructive forces,
Khonshu makes Mark to wake up in his grave,
and get the mental message of being assigned the task
by resuming life for the duty as the defender of the moon.

For the protection of the endangered earth,
Khonshu  transmits his power to Moon Knight, 
who enhances the fighting dexterity and mental might
by acquiring the potent strength of the Iron Fist.

After the statue of Khonshu seems to have exploded, 
the force brings Mark back to life through resurrection.
He suffers from delusive dissociative identity disorder,
and finds the statue getting fully repaired and reinstalled.

Khonshu pleads for the safety of Moon Knight’s life
when he is about to be killed by Daredevil,
who ultimately agrees to set him free,
for he finds him transformed into the moon God.

 _______________

March, 23,  2023
Contest : Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori

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