Upsurge Poems | Examples

Kundalini Rising

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Volcanic Eruption Of The Soul

Unmet expectations strike hard,
hurting where they languish long.
Unkept promises are blows earned,
hitting where they find no resistance.
Unkind words are slashes harsh,
ripping through the calm conscience.

The dormant volcano within the soul 
then gets the upsurge of melted psychic mantle 
in the crust of brittle tolerance,
that collapses in the caldera cradling the vent, 
reaching the magma chamber in the core.

The soul erupts the lava in the wild,
burns the gentle patience as it flows.
Uncontrolled, it blazes the heart, 
undowsed, it singes the sane senses.
The smoke billows up thick and intense,
clouds the deranged essence.
Words rise like Sphinx from the toxic ashes,
perish the patient face of mental restraint.

The flame surges in the stream of neurons,
no longer the carrier of conformist signals.
From the volcanic inferno of the soul
the erupted fiery lava called anger flows
in the torrents of blistering words,
scalding whatever comes in the way,
blazing a furrow for the reticent life.

Hiranyagarbha

The cosmic egg splits, wherefrom two forms emerge,
the polarities of Self, male and female,
who seek to unite as of soul’s innate urge,
so descending from head to heart, they set sail,
where their union results in a bliss upsurge,
after which the brew of dark desires seems stale.
Likening head to ego and heart to God,
we stoop to conquer, when we give love our nod.

Mindful Eye

Before the onset of an urge,
arising from desire's upsurge,
looking at it as a dream form,
that impulse, in the void we merge.

Our soul's intent is pure and warm
but ego's role is to deform
the mist of bliss seeking to rise,
that touched by love we may transform.

Softening the look of our eyes,
embracing each offered surprise,
seeking nothing, we just look on.
as God's grace takes us to new highs.

Forest Floor

The discarded dead find an unused beauty,
an afterlife that curls, re births,
tunnels and reshapes -
a mulching of a former season's thin bones.
Mortality buds from an emptiness
long before the seed encloses it,
a mottled mold unwinds death to life.
See the genetics of the unseen,
see the shedding and replenishing,
a branching polymorphic architecture
that constantly furrows and gardens
the grave.
A self-determined choreography
of stemless minds, the unseen labor
before the upsurge, before the foundation
and the root.

Cosmic Wings

susurrus songs surround dragonfly dances 
flowering fields with passionate petal prances 
glowing with sanguine opulence as we glimpse glances 
we capture them in conversation composing chances 
mother nature bestows overflowing cornucopia chalices 
swinging and swaying they steam with artistic advances 
dragonflies upsurge as universal unity that enhances 
they carve through cupid creative circumstances 
unmasking their magnificence as prisms stanzas
cosmic wings ring with regal amorous romances

July 19th 2019

Zen mode

surfing the bardo between mind and heart
former ego and the latter our soul
presence is suffused with a bliss upsurge
divine magnetism enlivening form
enabling us with the vast void to merge

BAROQUISTA lanfranc rubens pozzo

BAROQUISTA lanfranc rubens pozzo
emotions
  in concert
inviting
   participation
in
illusions
  of colour
to
upsurge
the
  spiritual
in
a florid
    naturalism
of
uncomplicated
  iconography
clarity
  balancing
   harmony
rendering
 movement
of both movement
&passion
superimposed
in
flickering
  fervour

Supply and Demand

                            supply 
                  ample, abundant
     issuing, procuring, replenishing
surplus, provision, necessity, upsurge
     requesting, expecting, satisfying 
                   desired, requisite 
                           demand

Writing Poetry

Soul’s innate creative urge,
causes in heart, an upsurge,
creating in space, a rhythm,
throbbing in mind-body prism.

Entwined with the universe,
our mind then conjures a verse,
which ego claims as its own,
although seeds are by soul sown.

Attuned to love’s vibration,
unique is each creation,
penning patterns on paper,
the way we like to caper.

The music’s not our handwork,
so we best wipe off our smirk,
but nevertheless since we’re here,
we let the fragrance draw near.

Just like petals in full bloom,
soul’s vibrance too likes to zoom,
which works for poets like us,
joyous aboard God’s bliss bus.

Cosmic Wings

Susurrus songs of delightful dragonflies with flash dances
through flowering fields with passionate prances
Glowing with sanguine opulence, we glimpse gallant glances
We capture them in conversation in composing literary lace lances 
Mother nature bestows to them picturesque chalices overflowing
they swing and sway as butterfly hearts with sulfurous stances
Arching with agility, they promulgate artistic alchemy advances
where dragonflies upsurge as universal rainbows that enhances
Their harvesting hands sweeping through circus circumstances
unmasking their magnificence as prism pendants in sun dances
while regal cosmic wings ring with angellike amorousness romances

December 15th 2018

Unicorn

Unicorn...with pearl horn,
Unsurpassed flying wings
Using chaste white beauty
Unleashing dreamy spells
Upon all hearts and minds.
Unspoken thoughts of you 
Upsurge sweet harmonies.

Who Holds the Copyright

innate aliveness pulsates
renewing soul’s creative urge
inspirations inflow by resonance
heart radiates bliss beats upsurge 

all of creation then is a collaboration 
between the soul and the universe
no entity can claim authorship
over the final emoted verse

Unrehearsed

Once head and heart merge
Our creative urge
In jest
Chooses to emerge
As soul’s muse upsurge 
To test
Whether we diverge
Or still do converge
Then rest

It’s time we confessed
That our zeal and zest
Innate 
Is because we’re blessed
And our fears addressed
Abate
No load on our chest
We rise to the crest
Create

Tomorrow’s too late
Why for should we wait
To rise
Heart is heaven’s gate
Where bliss beats gyrate
Fear dies
Call it luck or fate
Freedom is soul’s state
We prize

14-March-2023

The Troubles of Spring

Spring brings an end to outdoor diversion,
Though some don’t mind its seasonal distress,
It could be an annoying occasion,
When the body is overlaid with stress.

There is an upsurge in the earth’s waters,
They overflow and pay guests to the land,
It’s saddled with tempestuous matters,
Like a fellow standing on sinking sand.

It is a happy and glee time for ants,
The uninvited guests throng our gardens,
They are not a huge concern for peasants,
Flooded and battered farms deeply saddens.

Spring resuscitates my aversion ply,
Sometimes it’s hard to push through and comply.



February 22, 2023.
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest,
Michelle Faulkner.

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