My typewriter
was not a good typewriter,
its keys were weighty,
you had to use brain muscle to work it,
nobody wanted it.
My son unpacked a home computer.
I stood by and watched
as all the electronics were laid out on the floor
and surgically knitted together.
I knew then
that I would be consistently out of touch,
and possibly would remain
stuck in an obsolete year
trying to catch up
from the rear of the field.
I wrote my first poem
on that clickity-clack manual machine,
then a dozen more,
all of them were heavy handed,
yet that hefty labor
made me think
I was crafting something worthwhile.
Later, I was enslaved to a computer keyboard,
chained as I was to its subsonic urgings
I could tell
the world was speeding away
faster than I could write.
When my kind of poet dies,
he is immediately ed,
for all his contemporary poems
turn into digital wormholes
that suck him into an unknown grave.
The young look to dead poets for wisdom -
truth is,
that those ham-fisted plodders
have long ago
turned into chunky typewriters
that nobody wants.
Recognition of an aberration
in the tenderness of embrace proffered
signals a subtle yet clear evasion
of love by the manner it’s been offered
and thus entwinement of two souls deferred.
The one who holds back love has a closed heart
since ego urgings have yet to depart
but the observer too must share the blame
in having chosen to passively part,
thus failing to rise above this mind game.
26-September-2022
Your trademark omnivorous stunts
Glean clean what minute remnants
Menaced graces do sparingly yield;
And take back reliefs heavens field.
Inclement rob your ravenous fangs;
Mowing to naught crumbs of bread
That divine hand her children gives,
Thieving sure bits with slyest tread.
And so at this apt o'clock fine:
Twenty minutes short of nine,
Soon coming date of May 2022;
I deal you an irrevocable adieu.
And whenever your urgings goad,
In attempt to re-hook my psyche;
These sad goodbye lines I'll recite
And at once renew my full dislike.
Keep every penny you stole,
Without remorse own it all;
In vain would I seek it back
And further lose safest luck.
Twin foes: aversion and desire
Let’s watch them moment to moment
These shallow urgings, ego sires
Plunging heart in discontentment
Know that we are not mind-body
Twin foes: aversion and desire
Void of cessation holds the key
Free from karmic consequence dire
Who are we, honestly enquire
We are divine light eternal
Twin foes: aversion and desire
Low vibrations inimical
Mindfulness blossoms awareness
Delusion consigned to the pyre
Illumined then is consciousness
Twin foes: aversion and desire
03-August-2021
Moment to moment, all moments entwined
We observe mood shifts in tranquil silence
Thoughts rested, so nothing to be divined
Subtle urgings yet stifle innocence
Like and dislike, desire and aversion
Bubbles manifest, seeking redressal
Pristine presence, from void of cessation
Looks nonchalantly, eluding trouble
Vibrancy heightens, as our mood lightens
We be to become, the blissful essence
Our joy is unbound; light within brightens
We revel in our own luminescence
No doing is done, as we be thus still
We feel in delight, all voids within fill
02-August-2021
Wishful thinking on his part
His sweet nothings in her ear
Instead of a plethora of urgings
Spoken softly to his latest…dear
Perhaps he would have succeeded
Entertaining his carnal imaginations
Relying on his physical attributes
Saved his whispered incantations
written July 13, 2021
for "Whispers" Poetry Contest
sponsored by John Lawless
Head ovoid is where rests identity
Discerning, learning, being, becoming
Heart seats soul, love in continuity
We as consciousness, seek serenity
Exhausted with ego urgings spiralling
Head ovoid is where rests identity
Souls innate beauty, bliss tranquility
Ceasing striving, we shift to connecting
Heart seats soul, love in continuity
Ego then, cause of joy fatality
Succumb not to its incessant craving
Head ovoid is where rests identity
Spirit unbound, beckons infinity
Negating our erst beliefs limiting
Heart seats soul, love in continuity
Oh hermit, seek head and heart unity
Awareness heightened, with bliss throb peaking
Head ovoid is where rests identity
Heart seats soul, love in continuity
16-June-2021
Inhibitions deflecting attention,
employing soiled filters of narrow mind,
plunge us thus into spasms of contraction,
gripping consciousness in remorseless bind,
until ego urgings, we leave behind.
The breeze that blows, is free and unfettered,
spreading by pollination, bliss nectar,
which yet in deep dungeons, stale and arid,
stagnation being the death precursor.
Let head-heart fused, be with love throb married!
11-April-2021
as we plot our thoughts
spiralling orbits ego begot
we notice inherent emptiness
desires rooted in consciousness
stagnating amidst fleeting illusions
plunging awareness in dark delusion
having so recognised we choose to shift
discontent with being in this way adrift
we look for that attribute in us eternal
negating this mind body ephemeral
seeing hidden openly in plain view
bubbling joy in our heart renews
here and now innate thisness
unchanging breath of aliveness
depends not upon shifting horizon
being void of silent pristine meditation
connecting us in fullness with the universe
far cry from narrow ego domain urgings coarse
we were always home rapturous in blissful embrace
attention drifting in hypnotic trance fall from grace
no harm done for love outpouring is unconditional
we linger no longer to make cognition spherical
vaporising identity with love pulsation melding
transmuting ‘I’ to ‘I Am’ in Gods light glowing
03-April-2021
restless sleep, struggle out of bed
walking like a zombie, newspaper read
thought patterns familiar rise, am in their grip
over cravings nurtured thus far, we once again trip
recognising piquant dilemma, distanced from joyfulness
we reverse attention polarity, choosing playfulness
as an experiment to begin with, soon addictive
before we know it, our orientation meditative
continuous consciousness correction
whereupon we choose our hearts expansion
erases gently aberrations of our conditioned past
memory images of yesteryears now leave us all aghast
we know not about God or any esoteric spiritual technique
discerning mind lays aside urgings that make us weak
as we go in within in deepening tranquil silence
we rekindle flame of love by this dalliance
feeling lighter now, carrying no burden
shifts were slow although it may seem sudden
treading now gently, flowing like the breeze, at ease
we amble along in wonderment, aspect embrace-hold-release
31-March-2021
Inner magnetic currents on upsurge
grips us fully in pulsating rapture
as aspects of form and formlessness merge
As waves of bliss raise our fallen stature
we no longer feel separate from source
vibrant as we blossom and love matures
Upon shedding off ego urgings coarse
clear light dawns as we meld in the oneness
surrender the way employing no force
Resting thought we shift into deep stillness
getting thus to singular consciousness
11-March-2021
Frankenstein monster, created by mind
Fears and desires, gripping us in their bind
All brought about by weakness of stupor
Tentacles consuming us like cancer
Dark veils of delusion, leaving us blind
We fell from grace, when with love misaligned
Thoughts, words and deeds, ego urgings unkind
Given to lust, rage, envy and rancour
Frankenstein monster
In timeless time, this simple truth divined
We are free when feral cravings declined
In void of cessation, soul shifts higher
Imbibing hues of divine loves flavours
Swathed in rapture of bliss, we leave behind
Frankenstein monster
04-March-2021
Insentient to whispers of silence
Luminosity of our heart hidden
Conscience deadened to play of innocence
Doing not what love impulse has bidden
Having been now encased in human form
Bestowed power of discrimination
Feral urgings of our past do yet storm
Veiling subtle scent of bliss elation
As both the tormentor and prisoner
We see not light of redemption within
Our desires consuming us like cancer
Pushing us deeper into delusion
Oh hermit! Enter void of cessation
Reclaim innate throb of bliss elation
20-February-2021
There is this thirst, yet devoid of desire
Magnetism within, our body afire
Liken it to an unending bliss burst
Transmuting urgings of lower mind erst
Narrow fears and desires, consigned to pyre
We are still, yet consciousness moves higher
Vibrational ascent through our prayer
Our wish His command, as we be nursed
There is this thirst
As a mist of bliss, no anchors do mire
There are no milestones, we seek to acquire
It matters little, if we be not first
Our movements are joyful and unrehearsed
No trace of smoke, though heart is on fire
There is this thirst
15-February-2021
Blessings inpour, of their own volition
Unseeking vibrant presence keeps no score
Save mindfully softening attention
Narrow ego urgings, firmly ignored
Once our childlike innocence, we restore
Tranquil spirit is in celebration
Each pulse of life, in delight we explore
Blessings inpour, of their own volition
Divine surrender orientation
Our dynamic stillness is now folklore
Poised thus in rippleless meditation
Unseeking vibrant presence keeps no score
In simplistic trust, we walk through hearts door
Form and formless merge in jubilation
No doing by us done, as thus we soar
Save mindfully softening attention
Past conditioning births agitation
Vaporised self does not care anymore
Even if there be some oscillation
Narrow ego urgings, firmly ignored
Love enablement is our egos cure
Wondrous at the divine bliss ignition
That caressingly purrs, yet at times roars
Once we be still, in blissful cessation
Blessings inpour
23-January-2021
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