In my eyes, alive I see
A place I wish to be.
In my eyes, alive I see
A way I wish for me.
To be alive and to know
My friends as friends go,
To face my way and then
Conquer my fate again and again.
In night's chance, my eyes found you,
and my heart saw love.
Since, my heart fantasizes
your heart had glanced back!'
prayer on lips, in heart atone
view the world as God alone
though we are shaped from earth’s crust
form without God’s breath is dust
feel bliss beats, negate ego
all fears and desires let go
poised in our natural state
stand erect at heaven’s gate
let this be the way we see
all is God, we are as He
awareness unbroken thus
thought patterns do not nonplus
I wake up fully psyched
On track full charge toward my goals
~ My vision couldn’t be clearer
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
My Love In Candlelight (c) by Russ Dodson 1963, 1985, 2025
The burning candle flickers low
and in the dancing, darting flame
I see your face and now I know
what longing is, I call your name.
I know you hear but you won't heed
my plaintive cry and all the while
my heart cries out it's greatest need,
you do not speak, you only smile.
This isn't real, it can't be true.
You're with him in some other place!
Yet still I feel your presence near,
and still I see your lovely face.
Again I say you can't be here!
I knock the candle to the floor,
but still within the fluttering flame
I see your face, just as before.
Then the candle, flickers, dying,
as it sheds a waxen tear,
can it be that you are crying,
as if afraid the end is near?
The candle now gives up the fight,
the feeble flame begins to wane
and then goes out, and I was right,
for in the dark you're gone again.
A wonderland awaits,
For all who dare to enter,
To fall down through the ground,
And to the world surrender.
There anything can dare to pounce,
Or growl or prowl or prance,
Or break out in black pustules,
Spinning in a dance.
A world unsure in peachy fuzz,
Airs fizzing effervescent,
Adds new dimensions, onion layers,
A moon of seven crescents.
Down falls the leaded curtain,
Velvet shields the scene behind,
Of sweating swans with bleeding toes,
Cracked from pointe, those hollow bones.
And trichotillomaniacs,
Pluck out their flightless plumes,
So shot-down shrapnel downs,
Are hung on hooks as hunted gowns.
Bizarre and illogical
the successions of images
unthinking in the mind
the mixture of visual
experiences influenced by
the happening's of the
wakened world
ideas, emotions and sensations
Frustrations from the debate of
two people who believed that building
a bridge over the Cook Strait was
a good idea.
His restless mind found him trouble
he dreamed of him being on
a horse
along side a woman on
her horse
with ice-cream in there back pockets
with horses following them
It's beleived he awaken from
the dream inspired to
to build an under ground amphitheater
there he'd televise shows
across the world
There’s beauty in imagining great things;
It lights our dark future with hope-filled dreams ~
Visions of peasants ordained to be kings,
And plebeians crowned as queens, so it seems.
It charts dream paths lit by elegant beams.
Imagination hears each scarecrow's groans;
It squeezes water from dry desert stones.
It carves deep oceans in hot desert sand,
Lifting us from known realms to worlds unknown,
Where minds may wander due to no command.
Imagination lends us its safe wings,
So we can soar toward futures we choose,
To fill our life with hopes and precious things;
Though striking gold is never a mere cruise,
Nor are the lily-livered crowned as kings.
Sweat would streak our face and our skin would bruise,
Our legs may throb and swell with insects' stings;
It's for our future that we pay the dues —
We'll patch our hurts with plasters, cloth, and slings,
On great hopes, our imagination clings.
It’s real hopes that imagination brings,
With peace of mind when reason reigns supreme,
With thoughts that glide without the need for wings—
Yet sometimes birth false hopes no truth redeems.
And dreams may fade like echoes in a stream.
looking at objects, yet recognising
that God dwells in every form that is seen
therefore without measuring or sizing
nonchalant to where our senses have been
irrespective of any dream form’s sheen
in this way duality disappears
wherever we look, God’s presence appears
Young mans test, my vision quest
This journey just begun
Sheer desire, skin on fire
No mercy in the sun
Hypnotized, beneath the skies
Head and spirit is as one
Enlightenment my son...
Now your vision quest is done
a peaceful heart
with
its recurring visions
of
a bright light
at
the end
of
a long tunnel
AP: 3rd place 2025
My prayers rise before God like sweet incense.
Before him all my facades fall away.
I am left standing without a pretense
And I am left with not a word to say.
His glory once again fills his temple
And all the things of this world become dim.
Before his great holiness I tremble
And all I can see are visions of him.
“Imagination is the beginning of creation.” Gorge Bernard Shaw
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Imagination
Hosted on the wings of my mind in flight
In a realm where warm welcome whispers rest,
Ever glowing with glossy gleams of light,
At my journey`s end I wish to lie blest,
With a sense of peace hanging in the air,
And with spurs of wild imagination
Carve smooth streams of verses beyond compare,
Painting my feel, my thoughts and my vision
Of a future free from stark poverty,
Shining with the light of fraternity.
There’s beauty in imagining great things;
It lights our dark future with hope-filled dreams ~
Visions of peasants ordained to be kings,
And plebeians crowned as queens, so it seems.
It charts dream paths lit by elegant beams.
Imagination hears each scarecrow's groans;
It squeezes water from dry desert stones.
It digs deep oceans in hot desert sand,
Lifting us from known realms to worlds unknown,
Where minds may wander due to no command.
It’s real hopes that imagination brings,
With peace of mind when sane minds reign supreme,
With thoughts that glide without the need for wings—
Yet still give false hopes life may not redeem.
check the way we look
seems we were mistook
notice vast space wink
when with it we link
the way we begin
from space looking in
feeling not thinking
focus unblinking
as we so evolve
space and time dissolve
pheromones mingle
our eye is single
within each atom
God’s the substratum
known when we are still
whence voids within fill
ego illusion
causes delusion
our meditation
is thought cessation
nodes within align
let light of Self shine
being our essence
our true quintessence
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