Our future is bright
31 March 2020
The days may seem bleak
The hours may turn into weeks
Hark! The angels speak
Keep your mind hopeful
There is no need for a fight
Make it effortless
Know it in your heart
Know it through the changing times
Our future is bright
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge. For rules and other poems visit the link here.
Reading of the poem:
Amber Run – I Found
The Body Rider 3 : Quizzical responses
15 March 2020
She continued her whirling feeling lighter as she slowly connected both to the skies and the Earth at the same time. He seemed to have left the threshold and entered the room and she felt his silent mood grow. It was as if he was trying to figure out how best to tackle the fact that she was now ignoring all his taunts. He wondered then whether he should just dismiss her from his life as he could have virtually anyone he wanted to have. Was he not the ultimate saviour? She spiraled higher into the bliss provoked by the sensation of the sufi whirling. He disappeared from her thoughts as the feelings of bliss got more intense.
He sensed her escaping his reach and riled against it. It was not that she was pretty or intelligent, it was something beyond the physical and the intellectual, it was something related to her metaphysical ability to elude him despite his alchemy skills. He, who prided himself on being a master of alchemy was unable to bend her mind and soul so that she would be just another creature submitting to his will. The challenge tickled and irritated him all at once. He could see now that she was slowing down her sufi whirling and attempted a new line of action he had never attempted before. He tried to scare her.
She could feel the building up of his anger now behind her but she merely mirrored it back at him from within her peace. She could see with her mind’s eye how he struggled against his own anger before overcoming it by transforming it again into nothingness. She could sense his amazement and the questions welling within him on how she could have acquired the skill of reducing all his psychic attacks to something sent back to him. Was she no longer pining for him like she used to? Was there no longer that initial love present that he could transfigure into hate and thereby into fear? She merely smiled back at him. Look at the skies how they smile, she said and he felt strangely lightheaded as she uttered those words.
Summer Wine – Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazelwood
Aeon Flux
4 February 2017
Tragedy
To transcend now free
Comedy
Let it Be
Grant us immortality
From your Memory
Shelter me
Code Eternity
Withered dove
Become Love
Fly through Metamorphosis
Unveil me Isis
Shift axis
Muscle relaxes
Through stillness
My witness
Power of three to harness
Six leaves to undress
Desert proves
In Lovers the moves
Fear that sucks
Feathers plucks
Spirit restores sacred tree
Be land of plenty
Grief to lose
Shaking off the noose
Golden goose
Now let loose
Shines the rays through cloven hooves
Dancing in the grooves
Fiat Lux
Light that raises lucks
Aeon Flux
Hen that clucks
The golden egg give to me
Love magic set free
Reading of the poem:
Não desistas de mim – Pedro Abrunhosa
Pontes entre nós – Pedro Abrunhosa
Ilumina me – Pedro Abrunhosa
The Cleopatra Tales 2: Divine Identity
Happy days remount
20 January 2017
Two to share
Burden of knowledge
When hearts drift
In mind rift
Abundance not in spendthrift
Meaningful places
Attention
Span ordinary
Woollen gloves
For the doves
The spells chanting what he loves
Builder of flurry
Three to keep
The slope winding deep
Into grounds
Life abounds
Solitary mind resounds
Flesh of Heart weighs pounds
Four ensnare
Fates of lines we share
Mind of hare
Brittle bare
In the fields of wilderness
Rabbits left out care
Five to weep
Sand twixt toes doth seep
Time to sway
Games at play
Winners sheltered gone astray
Needle in the hay
Six to count
Up down paramount
Silk mitten
For the kitten
Spinning wheel we now recount
Happy days remount
Reading of the poem:
Feed the birds – Julie Andrews
Chim Chim Cheree – Mary Poppins & Bert (Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke)
Step in Time – Mary Poppins & Bert (Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke)
It’s a Jolly Holiday – Mary Poppins & Bert (Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke)
Let’s go fly a Kite – Julie Andrews David Tomlinson
Stay Awake – Julie Andrews
Breaking beautiful
22 July 2016
Plenty lack
Land of abundance
Growling call
Heads that fall
Watching the morrows rewind
Into lost stardom
Pacing free
Tangled black spiders
In webs three
Upon knee
I beseech the spinning wheels
Harrowing the reels
Eggshells crack
Breaking beautiful
Layers ooze
Ozone’s scar
We retrieve what we now are
Beyond the faces
Reading of the poem:
Beautiful Ones – Poets of the Fall
All fake rules to breach
12 May 2016
The night wears
My limitless frame
Like a cloak
Of darkness
Concealing the light within
My endless source bright
Soul awake
Watches as they quake
Minds clinging
Desperate
To a grey world now dying
Broken synapses
Weak attempts
Mending the bridges
Stitching seams
Killing dreams
Pushing dreamers to ridges
End of the journey
Infinite
The rays of the heart
They soar high
Into sky
Explosion of truths in lie
Cosmic clarity
Scarcity
Fabricated scheme
Enslaving
Paths of love
Clipping the wings of the dove
Of lost abundance
We will reach
The valleys of hope
Downward slope
Upward push
Known forces of resistance
All fake rules to breach
Reading of the poem:
Pete Kilpatrick Band – Coming Home
This spirit in me
9 September 2015
Looking back at me
I was once forever two
Hope and grief combined
Today when I look
The grief so slight may resist
But Hope surges so
First flickering frail
Then kneaded in strength of stones
Wills all woes dissolve
Moon restores in me
Blackened stories of the day
That the dark raises
Sun simmered in me
Completing work of the night
Built in me cradles
.
Waves resurge in me
The wondrous light of that Love
Spirit elevates
Photons shoot in me
Throbbing electricity
Lighting me fires
I swim to your shores
In purity preservation
Of a beating Heart
My figure grown Light
Transfigured by your loving
I will show your glows
True nature of me
Will shine through external mask
As Truth dissolves lies
.
Look only within
I will take you to the Source
Of all Abundance
Now follow the signs
The way lies hidden in you
Within worlds you know
I will await it
The rise of your lost knowledge
As it softly grows
The path that calls me
Leads into my other worlds
That gyrate within
This spirit in me
Brings pulsating to my hands
Surging energy
.
Of perhaps and of maybes
2 September 2015
You didn’t know me
I, gazing back realised
That neither did I
The scent of your skin
I did not know it either
Like a raw green fruit
Translucent and bare
Ripening under some sun
That rose pitiless
Its shadow stretched out
On lands that called to my mind
Loved Tuscanny
Perhaps life will sway
Buckling under the treasure
Of those lost moments
Perhaps life will weigh
From the fruit at its edges
Like a slanting trunk
Maybe love will skim
Giving in to the pressure
Of its own torments
Maybe love will learn
From its own unkempt pledges
Like a rabid drunk
Perhaps love’s desert
Where the sands move tireless
Waves on raging sea
Perhaps love’s a stream
Renouncing gift of water
Where mirrored light glows
Maybe life is firm
Its roots planted in the ground
Like an olive tree
Maybe life is gift
Scarcity does not matter
Where abundance grows
Perhaps just to say
Per actual happenings
That real would spell out
Maybes aiming high
Tokens of when I once wished
An unreal clout
Banishing the doubt
Perhaps in string of maybes
Occurring, waning
A life made of chains
Of perhaps and of maybes
Blurring differing
Hypothetical
Breathed in hoping may it be
As day’s sun shimmered
Perhaps whimsical
What’s left of time’s passing me
Recounts that glimmered
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