We are never Woke!
Cool, catchy, hip
neat sounding expression
but deceptively misleading!
Best we can do is rest,
shelter at a pillar of Awakening….
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We choose our possessions --
Choose what possesses us --
The Devil, with his lures
of power and gem-my babbles --
Christ His promise of Soul
Liberation: ever higher expansion,
Awaking consciousness into spheres
of unimaginable cosmic spiritual
wealth – Christ, my heart lightener;
guide through shrouded corridors,
enraptured, trans-versing mystic chambers,
those sky-high mansions for initiate
flight. I become the Light-bearer! No captives in
Christ, only partners, who serve the Father,
totally dedicated to His Children's uplifting.
There are no dogmatic prisoners in
Christ. I follow Christ, who follows
God, joyful in a journey of unfolding
omnipotence. What Father wants
less for His Children than he has
For Himself? The Almighty, ever
present, ever loving, beneficent Great I Am!
Boneless tongues
Breaking hearts
Mouth that runs
Words so dark
Cursing days
Versing night
Fearfilled phrase
Always right
Who loves me
Loves me not
Mystery
Love is God
Tame teal tongue
Mend bent heart
Kindness drums
Beat the dark
Dust of forgotten
versing ancient poetry
between lost and found...
Depths beneath Sapphire blue
Faded Faces, stuck like glue.
Hearts pulling.
Minds pushing.
Referees’ decision.
Under review.
Digital pixels in digital screens
Versing voices that go unseen.
Spectators chanting.
Players snarling.
Chaos looms.
So, that it seems.
Grandstand.
A Cameraman. Head shakes.
Lost man.
Lost man.
The Garbage can.
Understands. He`s a
Lost man.
Lost man.
Fuelled for what I am.
Distinguished guests scold fevers ham.
Partisans laugh – point! Pots and pans.
Sticks and stones...
And the saviour’s lamb.
His hands nailed
To protect every man
Women
Child
A grim denial,
Do we deserve it?
If we do not learn from our mistakes.
When the clouds turn black
And the world plumes grey.
And when there are no fish left
In all the lakes.
No one`s going to save us.
No, they won`t
Not the second time around.
Digital pixels in digital screens
Versing voices that go unseen.
O my Lord save me from the peril
So that in my life there is no devil
Folks pretend to wear all mask
Full of ambiguity and crooked task
May you enter when time is hard
Making me feel like a genuine bard
Where there is a will, there is a way
Let’s ‘live and let’ all the way
Let’s make hay while sun shines
Versing many a poem that rhymes
Public welfare should be the goal
O Lord make me an amiable Amol
True to the meaning of my name
I want to make the world same..!
The arrival of my favourite spring
Triggers my fanciful feeling
Thus, I be versing spree
In my respite awesomely free
Ideas rush in my mind
As I recollect and rewind
Yeh Nature thou are supreme entity
Endow me with qualities of deity..!
The advent of pleasant summer
Arouses my poetic quotient clear
I become versing spree
In my leisure super free
Ideas abound gush from mind
As I recollect and rewind
Nature is the supreme Lord
Will endow me with qualities of Bard..!!
A platform for the budding artists
With incentives and rewards amidst
Holding the morale higher forever
Through its encouraging manner
Weekly a verse makes a difference
Like drops making mighty oceans
Let’s undertake the Mission NASA
And start versing in a way spectra
Indebted I’m to this Poetry Team
For their coveted reward in teem
Extending my gratitude to the panel
For bestowing me the honour novel
We participants being plus hundred
Will surely gift verses two per head..!!
Appears on my screen the angel
I simply at her attire marvel
Orange hue resembles Sun
And I being her son
Steal time to be verse spree
On her smile and divine saree
Resembles an IAS appointed
And fairy just anointed
Glorious belle with attitude sweet
Extoll her through my tweet
My words find just limit
To describe her grace super hit
What a way to stand with grin
I like this of her still serene
With her zillion dollar smile
My versing goes an extra mile
Let me admit that she is so sharp
Besides being sweet, strict and streetsmart
Artistic bent and majestic pose
Magnificent vista with her I suppose
Is she a fairy from heaven
Or an angel from Pa's haven..!
I am unable to calm down
At her beauty like Queen with crown..!!
The reason I choose to write verse
Some of it bad, much of it worse
Is that I wish to give voice
Life is always about choice
So, I choose gaiety and mirth
No matter how great the versing
writing always lacks the note
That music plants inside our souls
words by their nature rote
Its melody takes you skyward
all reason left behind
Pure joy out front to then surround
—what substitutes as mind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
wreck-covering
on their relation-ship
refresh-meant
re-versing
wreck-oiling
re-plying
predict-able
reason-ability
and un-real-eye-able
ration-ale
stan sand
Is art a word that can be defined
Is it the basics of coloring between the lines
Or a concept, only some can find
Typically those with a likemind
Could it be, perhaps, a tingle inside
All the best feels of hard earned pride
approval from one with a shared vibe
Or a persons gift, once they’ve died
Being an artist myself, I need to know
These answers will help my muse to grow
If I quiet my mind, my words will flow
Only then, will I find, my gifts to bestow
Because the here and now is not working
Searching for peace has me constantly hurting
Is there a talent, behind the words I’m versing
This lifestyle of mine is less than assuring
Pride,
self-will
versing God's,
judging others,
double mindedness;
cracked porcelain vessels
appearing unmendable.
Repairing flaws with gold (His grace),
fills broken places while adding strength,
more beautiful for having been broken.
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