Realm of deep peace subtler than space,
where bliss mists rise, borne by God’s grace,
in staid stillness transcending time,
is our soul’s preferred resting place.
God’s pulsations divine sublime,
playfully conjure a love rhyme,
giving rise to magnetic heat,
birthing within form, a bliss chime.
With all nodes within us upbeat,
our vibrant presence feels complete,
simply watching bliss beats renew,
as polarities meet and greet.
Each rapture spasm we feel is new
and as we sip bliss nectar’s dew,
with love and light as our mainstay,
from ego cravings we unglue.
Remaining thus day after day,
by granting peace the right of way,
fullness in emptiness the norm,
each breath receives a bliss bouquet.
A sleeping sow rolls over one of her piglets
it squeals, the drama is quickly doused
by guttering shades of drowsiness.
Eyes unglue behind their windows.
The goats are stumbling off their knees
instinctively looking for a hill to climb.
A clock in my head stops ticking,
it opens its face, summoning me
to the fields,
where there is nothing to look upon,
until a dawning sun eats the night.
I turn to feed drooling mouths,
beasts that stare back at me now
in their daylight dreams.
all seemed well in heaven’s cocoon
then we sought earth life as a boon
to feel contrast one became two
male, female, the sun and the moon
stuporous mind, but a cat’s mew
of higher wisdom not a clue
muddled further by senses five
the web from which we must unglue
why do we feel that we’re alive
we know not who we are, yet strive
trapped in the open, free within
one with oneness, in heart’s bliss hive
attachment is our only sin
fuelling needless thought flow din
if we be but still, voids will fill
silence then’s the way to begin
first things first, we surrender will
love perches on heart’s window sill
the mirror shatters; we are free
relieved the dream was but a drill
detox, unglue, undo
why stagnate, why cling
ego has caged pristine soul
free it now, for spirit seeks to sing
One more day I slept serene,
while some where distant bombs
and screams awaken others from their dreams..
One more day I quenched my thirst
while others trapped and feared the worst,
living out war's curse.
One more day I tidied, swept, while elsewhere
children died, mothers wept,
cried in anguish, so bereft..
One more day my skies were blue.
I ventured out with things to do,
while others watched their world unglue.
As happenings in the external recede
Though all needed doing is yet done
Subtle blockages we still gently weed
Slowly but surely ego comes undone
Fears & desires now faint shadows
Yet haunt urgings of noblesse oblige
Void in our heart the blissful meadow
But demons of past in dreams arise
Recognition clear that guilt an illusion
But recognition not quite the becoming
Whilst meditation a flowing orientation
The nemesis is of attention oscillating
Moment to moment and layer by layer
We empty out all baggage of our past
Continuum of stillness in silent prayer
Frees us of fetters leaving ego aghast
It is the constant mindful watchfulness
Steered into quietude with stoic resolve
Pendulum slowing down to gentleness
Bliss mist into the divine does dissolve
08-August-2020
Clue known to a few
For freedom simply unglue
Renew now anew
Super Glue works all too well,
as I tried to fix my sea shell,
it was applied very carefully
an operation done dutifully,
until Aunt Rosie called on my phone,
asking for a one-hundred dollar loan,
somehow the glue got on my ear
and stuck to the cell phone so near,
Aunt Rosie pleaded her case,
as I tried to unglue the phone from my face,
after she hung up I tried for hours
and finally drove to the emergency room
when the doctor looked at me with doom,
he said I had a choice to wear it forever,
or perform an operation to sever
my ear which gave me non-stop chills,
after a while he gave me some pills,
I drove home and hit the sack,
waking up hours later noticing I did not lack
my ear and was intact without the phone,
it was all a bad dream of another
Super Glue mania trying to smother.
Like wind through my hair she blows soft and gentle
inside my beating heart, she is like a velvet mantle
Nothing can silence her when she speaks to my soul
I fall breathless at her feet making her my only goal
Mysterious and incomprehensible she's fathomless
like a bird soaring through a dark starlit sky, what a bless
Sometimes she can be a beautiful terror in the night
other times a green evergreen, in plain sight
Thread gently through her, she knows what to do
but if you aren't faithful, she'll be sure to unglue.
Feb. 28, 2020
I fell head over heels loving you,
and you now say to me we are through!
How can you be so cruel, make me blue,
after all our great times, you construe
to be free, and this choice now pursue?
Just so quick, no review to undo
what you say are bad things done to you,
and no chance to amend in my view
any change that will work to renew
how you feel about me, work it through.
But now wait, looking back, it's adieu!
You're not worth my good heart, so hereto
we are done! Without me, you'll unglue
when a new love of life I ensue.
No more head over heels loving you!
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: A Rattling Rhyme
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Judged: 08/28/2018
Fiction for Contest
Dear, Best Friend
Oh how I miss your precious face
Oh how I long to invade your personal space
Without you I feel so lost and out of place
Long overdue is your warm embrace
No one gets me the way you do
They never will because they're not you
I know you can feel it too
Nothing trumps a friend this true
Your presence I pine to grace
Lingering are memories no one can take or erase
Our souls are intertwined with the strongest of lace
If I haven't told you lately "I love you" just in case
They don't know the things we've been through
No, they haven't a single solitary clue
Our bond neither time nor distance could unglue
No one could come close to filling your shoes
My zesty, comforting, tasteful soul food
At my best or worst, can handle me in any given mood
When you're near I quickly change and check my attitude
For you, I'll always hold the utmost respect and gratitude
At any rate, Super Glue works all too well,
as I tried to fix my seashell,
it was applied very carefully,
an operation done dutifully
until Aunt Rosie called on my phone,
asking for a one-hundred dollar loan.
At any rate, the glue got on my ear
and stuck to the cell phone so near,
Aunt Rosie pleaded her case
as I tried to to unglue the phone from my face,
after she hung up I tried for at least an hour,
scrubbing away using a detergent to scour.
At any rate, I finally drove to the emergency room,
where the doctor looked at me with doom,
he said I had a choice to wear it forever
or perform an operation to sever
my ear which gave me non-stop chills,
after a while he gave me some pills,
At any rate, I drove home and hit the sack,
waking up hours later noticing I did not lack
my ear and it was intact without the phone,
it was all a bad dream of another
Super Glue mania trying to smother.
On the Couch
On the couch, it’s great for me and my Joe.
Our basement’s cool in summer, so we go
downstairs where we can watch a TV show.
And on our couch we often eat meals too
because our eyes we don’t wish to unglue
from our big screen! Yes, popcorn too will do!
Sometimes lying there is a bit risky.
We might want to get a little frisky!
Yes, that couch is far better than whisky.
March 9, 2017
Three Rhyming Triplets for the Precious Moments Contest of Kim Rodrigues
option 3:Two relaxing on a couch
You knocked away ice, I felt buried within
I try not to feel the love you lay upon me
But tainted by others, I am unworthy of what you
graciously try to provide.
Your presence gone, this chiseled Cold heart
Comes back to unbreak me.
You claimed me as
YOURS.
Let go for I am no more.
Do not unglue me
For the madness lies in the
darkest region of my mind.
Shadows of our past, creep, lingering like
storm clouds above.
that storm dampens those once glorious, memories
There is no where to run from all this havoc
For I am torn apart by you,
a spell that I can’t undo
I feel Love
I feel Hate
I don’t want to feel this anymore
Can I have you as my present
Because you have a good accent
Your beauty is more than a cent
And I love your brilliantine scent
.
First time we met, we became friends
Because I was attracted by the way you love
It was my first time to have a girlfriend
Now we always together like hand in glove
.
The reason I befriended you
Is that I'm a poet and you're a poetess
I placed you in my heart like a tattoo
Because there is one thing I knew
That tattoos are not easy to unglue
.
Oh how I wish to have a poetess as my present
Oh how I wish to have a friend
Like you in my birthday at the year end
Our friendship stands no end
Because in my life, you're a good scent
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