unforced pace
grace propelled
in silence
ego’s belled
He had become as his words
Used in times of desperation
The last one called upon
A weak fill in for thought
Muttered in an unforced silence
Incorrectly punctuating
A lost moment of life
In tennis,
Love means nothing.
Off the court,
It’s everything.
Tennis and love start the same—
Your pulse quickens, hands shake.
Your first high school match,
You lose the opening service game to love.
You would’ve felt less gutted
Had your opponent eviscerated you.
Tennis is a game
Of little lives and quiet deaths,
Each break point converted, electric—
Every winner a shock to the heart.
The points lost to careless mistakes internally bleed you,
Matches lost as a result of a million little cuts.
You could hold a eulogy
For each match lost,
Mourning them from the bleachers,
Hoping your team won’t feel the same loss.
The court slips away,
The way he did—
Your reach, no matter how fierce,
Falls short.
You swing, you miss—
The same way you lost him,
By fractions.
By fleeting moments.
By flaws you thought you could fix.
And when you walk off court,
It’s like leaving him again—
Bruised and breathless,
Haunted by points you’ll never win back.
The first time you fall in love,
He doesn’t stay.
And you carry it with you,
A soft ache beneath the skin,
Like the match you almost won
But couldn’t quite keep
In your hands.
I should never have to strive or try,
To feel loved or accepted inside,
When you make sincere effort to care,
God showing me that person will be there,
I've spent years going above and beyond,
Trying too hard and then they're gone,
Opening my heart and soul,
Was it worth it if they just let you go?,
He showed me the initial effort is not in vain,
But after that they must reciprocate,
And to have mercy on the ones who can't stay,
Because our lives are filled with moments where we are unable to convey,
Where our hearts are at in that moment in time,
The fears we constantly must face in our lives,
We sometimes fight ourselves more than we fight others,
And sometimes it takes years to actually put it all together,
Space and time is also love too,
Still being there after all your going through,
Pale blue silk flung across heaven
Faint goldenrod in the east
North wind blows its mighty power
The heat pump hums to say the least
Upon a cold winter morning
Thinking what love should be
I can't remember those loving
Moments, they've disappeared from me
Once again to be touched lightly
To be told I'm loved in
Special ways, if only for a second
Each and every day
Unforced reminders of your love
That flows from thoughts of when__
Once our love was young, unhurried.
Remember way back then
Simple Simon follows rhythm of his breath
In surrender going where it flows
With each exhalation he shifts into space
Pauses there awhile in stillness
Receptive, vibrant but yet unexpectant
Then when breath polarity rotates
Naturally and unforced
He re-enters his form
Going into the heart
Via single eye
Bringing back to his soul
Whispers from the void
Feeling, not interpreting
For thoughts rest
20-October-2022
Sitting in the sand,
Toes in the water
As the tide touches the land.
She looks over her shoulder
And I catch her,
An unsuspecting click of a camera,
An unforced smile,
That’s karma
For all the pictures she snapped on the way
I smile,
As she helps the kids scoop sand into a pile.
She’s glowing as she laughs,
She’s such a good mom,
She does more than her half
And does her best to stay calm.
I sit here in awe,
With her hair tucked behind her ear
She has no flaws,
Her skin is so sheer,
As she scoops up our youngest
And splashes me where I sit on the shore,
If she has wings she’d soar,
I can’t help but love her even more.
Unforced error, due to stupor
Tamas Guna holds sway
Be a winner, not a loser
The divine entwined way
Love suffused awareness
One with the That oneness
Dispels stuporousness
Ego tremor
Unforced error
09-November-2021
Quietus
In four and sixty syllables
He strains to squeeze some thoughts profound
Into unyielding manacles
Of 8x8 form, tightly-bound.
He seeks to hand-pick words that sound
Unforced by metric obstacles
That sing and sensibly expound -
In short, do verbal miracles!
she craved a shifted mindset - not just the newness of physical space.
unforced, she elevated higher.
warning others.
a dangerous bliss.
It's there within
It's not at all unreachable
It's a pleasure within reach
That place with a Music of its own
It's visible with eyes closed
It's audible with ears at rest
It's felt when everything else ceases to be felt
That place with a Music of its own
It's an unconscious effort
It's an unforced willingness
It's a short surrender
That takes you there
That placebwith a music of its own
It's not at all drifting away from where you are
It's not at all longing long to hear the notes
It's very much here and now
That place with a Music of its own
It's you and me
It's we all, the mystics
Who compose the music
Our heart is
That place with a music of its own
He keeps his promises
the marvelous work of God
prayer-answering
promise-keeping
caring living holy God
of the past
the present
& to be
speak o Lord
your servant hears
fill my inadequacy
with you
make me your vessel
and renew
el shaddai
my covenant king
divine next-of-kin
who pays my debt
who bears my sin
Lord I can't
you can
so I leave my outcome
unforced
my power of choice
is you
stay close
set me apart
different
a light-bringer
a pilgrim
with no hiding place
I contemplate
my eternity
according to your mercy
The cold air grips at my lips for survival
As the night slowly pours over the land
Sleepy stars playing peek-a-boo with forlorn clouds
The broken moon tilts and wanes
and shadow puppets contort
and dance in delight
Sounds stretch and yawn
and fold the air around me
The silence is tangible
The death of night
wraps me in its weathered cloak
hidden from the nightmare day
Icicle skin and unforced tears
Wind blows with history filled dust
of gone and yet begun
but nighttime feels as home
until sunlight kills the rest
and another moment born
full of emotion
pulsating
brooding
heaving
parsed
by desire
with
feelings
of the heart
a
voyage
of discovery
poignant
aglow
audacious
&
breathless
an intuitive
tableaux
with
gestures
explicit
&
visible
flooding
the moment
overflowing
frantic
!onging to
give
floating
in uncharted
seas
to a love
afire
...
to
savour
sensuous
burning
with fiery
passion
a consuming
flame
driven to despair
all
peace of mind
no more
wounded
deeply tortured
without
the semblance
of reality
mediocrity
a silent shadow
on
circumstance
suddenly
hope
in a sense of beauty
unforced earnestness
conceived
a state
of fermentation
vivacious
&
exciting
what bliss
what delight
free
unconcealed
to know love
&
stand amazed
Starting with the toss up
I’ve made an unforced error
I’ve only gone and followed through
Squeezed the jissom out the old fella
New balls (and pants) please – love all
I think your ace
With a backhand that’s made for passing
On top of a lovely forehand
With a lovely high toss that’s absolutely smashing
Sure you moan and groan
But I love the racquet you make
Lets have another rally
Are you sure you’re not courting
I’ve a changing room free
If you fancy finishing me off
With a serve and volley after
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