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Big Ben chimes Bazball Zen

Big Ben chimes again
With Bazball zen
One of those men
From special stock
Shepherd of the flock
Hewn from strewn Volcanic rock

From New Zealand's Southern Isle
But only there for a wee while
Mighty flame haired flair laird 

Without doubt more about Blighty's North East
They forged this bellicose beast
Ripsnorting sporting cavorting squire  
Glutton & gourmand gorged feast

Test town crier
Puffed buffed chest
Inspire..burning
Proper copper topper
Churning fire..

Endless zest..desire
No dull lull
No bore draw
Simple...aspire
To score more!

It's not arcane
Stokes campaign & reign
Train like you're insane
Always entertain!

Remember us flounder 
In the gutter
Trounced...17 on the bounce 
Could we have found
Pound for pounder
Better all rounder

Nutter...go getter 
Sounder founder
Run rate record setter
Of the evolution
And revolution 
Of Test cricket

Toe to toe
Blow by blow
Heave ho
Give us a ticket

In the Baz ball or
Ben buzz grotto

Gung Ho motto

You will never know 
Till you give it a go!

Grazed by Holy Spirit

Fullness in emptiness the norm
Drenched in bliss mists, we feel complete
God has energised feeble form
We sense Him as magnetic heat

Fears and desires have been renounced
Fullness in emptiness the norm
Distanced from outcomes, ego’s trounced
With laws of God, we now conform 

At the centre of love’s bliss storm
We are still, yet voids within fill
Fullness in emptiness the norm
Making easy ascent uphill

There is nothing we need to do
Befriending silence we reform
Nodes glisten as bliss beats renew
Fullness in emptiness the norm

Easy breezy

No load on our chest, we’re at rest
We have left everything to God
Merging with Him is our soul’s quest 
For which we must give love our nod

Fears and desires have been renounced
No load on our chest, we’re at rest
Ego cravings too have been trounced
We’ll triumph in our earth life test

Breath by breath in bliss mists undressed
We reclaim the light of our Self
No load on our chest, we’re at rest
As life flows on, all by itself

In timeless time, coming undone
We shift to heart, which is love’s nest
We know now, soul and God are one
No load on our chest, we’re at rest

Embalmed in form

Here we are, in this lucid dream,
shaped from thoughts we ourselves did stream;
stoic our stance, free from fears that bind,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.

With rage, lust, envy and greed trounced
and world of illusions renounced,
we’re toward love and light inclined,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.

Nonchalant through life’s highs and lows,
as flame of Christ in our heart grows,
we play our life role as assigned,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.

Each form we see, has God within,
so this is how our words begin,
gentling thought, we make our touch kind,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.

Colourful

“Mind-body prism refracts soul’s soft white light ~
Each unique hue heightens our heart’s delight”
            ~ quote by poet 


Beauteous are rainbow colours seven,
one end is violet, the other red,
mirrored in form, with promise of heaven,
provided we are, by throb of bliss led.

Red is the chakra at root of our spine,
which stirs when we begin our God search quest,
above which orange asks us to align
with God’s pulsations, that we may be blessed.

Yellow at navel, is power renounced,
whence we move to heart, whose colour is green,
transcending which, erst feral instincts trounced,
we ascend to throat’s surreal blue sheen.

Higher octaves at head, set soul aflame ~
Divine entwined, we’re no longer the same

Football Enmity Between Argentina and Nigeria

The World Cup went to Argentina.
Those who like it still drink Maltina:
In Nigeria, few, for love of France;
If France had won would have done some dance.

I guess Maradona had caused it;
Would have Super Eagles trounced and throat slit:
He was talking about some Six - Nil,
Sure he would not be climbing a hill...

And, since, it's been Football Enmity
One wouldn't guess its enormity
'Twixt Argentina and Nigeria,
Where Football Loss worsens Malaria.

That's Maradona as Muhammad Ali,
Hypes trying and seeking Staunch Ally.

Miscalculating Vet and Calculating Dog

Many are pitying the guy,
Because one cannot new life buy:
Bingo had on his groin pounced 
And got him-Meanest Foe-trounced!
Vet had Needle and Syringe shown Dog
And what he got worse than struck log:
To Bingo’s Canines job to do
“And don’t first ask your Victim ‘Who’?”

Many are afraid Vet will die
And have begun to say “Mute Bye.”
A Miscalculating Vet - Fie!
For him I could only once sigh:
Had in Dog’s food dropped a long sleep
But too quick to The Sown to reap!

Mindful Eye

Mindfulness shows us the way,
self-aware through night and day.
Ego urges deflect thought,
thus its best, to be self-taught.

Exiting game of shadows,
we graze in heaven’s meadows.
Erst fears and desires renounced,
lower mind is here now trounced.

Knowing love alone real,
fickle cravings lose appeal.
That that does not come and go,
recognised in stillness slow.

Oh hermit, God in-dwells form,
felt as bliss magnetism warm.
Once cravings of ego shorn,
we as twice born, yet live on.

20-March-2022

Faith Prevailed

A  strong swarm
Dodging the mayhem
There was hope
Madness sea
In the throng, trounced and forlorn
Faith and calm prevailed.


Written: January 07, 2022

A Champions Retirement

His retirement the champion announced,
After he was in their fight trounced,
And like a tennis ball bounced…
On him had his challenger pounced,
His strength not letting him use an ounce,
And forcing him to hit the canvas, not once!

Soon, the press,
To painfully address,
And meekly renounce,
All that he did archly pronounce…
The cruelest punch finally goes to rest,
For being no longer The Best.

Going To Hell In a Handbasket

When you see me
Covered and bare
With septic soot -
Sores that began
With Satan’s hoofs.
The ones that trounced 
Upon our graves
With subtle lies,
Agenda craze.
Bring all your poor
Through open doors.
Let’s not keep score.
We adore them…
We hid our scales
And common sense.
We filled our streets
With tents and tense.
Fires on wood streets,
Kids with needles
Between their toes.
But aren’t we nice?
We hand them phones.
You’re not alone…
A lullaby -
We rock their bones,
We sell their souls
Along with ours.
We teach them sooths
With candy staffs.
Nevermind rules
Their cruel…object.
Don’t mind hammer
Overhead. Don’t
Look around you.
Keep your eyes fixed
Away from sand,
Afghanistan,
And all good plans.
Enjoy the ride
While water’s cool
Before the boil,
The hooven spoil.
Watch earth’s recoil
When it’s too late.
Miss heaven’s gate.
Enjoy hell’s hate.

8/16/2021

Last Dance

LAST DANCE

           Now at end of journey, standing on verge
            detaching myself from emotive urge.
            Hereon death-point, life going to converge.
                                         Almost nigh is complete full stop.

          All achievements are over, naught to venture.
           Long Past to ruminate, useless Future.
           Excitement of life has lost its rapture.
                                      Last bell ringing loud, not to stop.

         Introspection only invites boredom.
        “Listen-Ignore-Forget”: Old-age wisdom.
         New Generation allows space seldom.  
                                  Feeling shy, Last Dance needs a stop.

          Got lots: Naught is mine, all gone forever.
           Seems, I am trounced in life-long endeavor.
          All dark in posthumous behavior.
                                   Silent secret sigh, I can’t stop.

   07/13/21

The Defeated

Mates at loggerheads to blow the intensity
a spirited fight from determined hearts quite quarrelsome
there’s always a plan, a track to follow
dying minutes give both sides reasons to fluster
one is exalted, the other temporarily doomed
trounced is the confidence, the most affected victim
the battle was destined the other way de jure
painful is the sight of them licking the candy
losing, definitely comes with no absolute criterion
one volcanic tussle that came agonizingly so close
denting the shape of an already telling testimonial
celebrations of the other, creating a clear septum
in the spirit of sportsmanship, respected is the contest
back to the drawing board the low spirits deliberate
to win gold when the next whistle is blown.

The Dying Rose

The rose can't brave the strength of agile time,
Which thwarts her pride and takes away her grace;
She harbours hope to rise in a new clime.

The rose had scoffed at that yonder wild thyme,
For it was not endowed with a svelte face;
The rose can't brave the strength of agile time.

When she was youthful, nature sang a rhyme,
The vernal wind wanted her sweet embrace;
She harbours hope to rise in a new clime.

The rose envies the oak, whom she can't mime,
That tall tree defies time's unceasing race;
The rose can't brave the strength of agile time.

God forgives time despite his vicious crime,
That hapless, transient rose he would deface;
She harbours hope to rise in a new clime.

One single rose –a special paradigm–
Is trounced and tarnished by time's lightning pace.
The rose can't brave the strength of agile time,
She harbours hope to rise in a new clime.


25th January, 2020
Your Best 2019-2020 Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula

Admit That Trump Is Unfit

Admit That Trump Is Unfit

Are things about Trump we must admit,
Which is brain and body are both unfit;


Big belly sticks out when he does sit.

Jim Horn

Trump Himself Likes To Hallow

Trump himself he does like to hallow,
While he will lie and seem so shallow,
And his mind,
Left behind;
Skin appears bright like marsh mallow.

Together poems would rather compile;
That seems to match my incredible style,
With each word,
That occurred,
And for my poems "P" will have to dial.

When Trump Has Washed Hair
  
When Trump washed hair and after it dries,
Changes color and dies with beauty supplies;
Should see skin,
Bad has been,
And he even crushed his Cracker Jack prize.

While on Journey Ran Into Bernie

Remember while we were on a journey,
Had been running into Senator Bernie;
Never trounced,
But off bounced';
After accident he needed an attorney.

Jim Horn

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