Within mind

Within mind

24 May 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Blackbirds fly

In the summer sky

Forests glow

In my chest

Bosom upon which to rest

Your body awaits

 

Flailing lungs

Gasping for the air

Broken nights

To repair

Toiling with my daily care

Replenishing days

 

Dreams to sow

In my memory

Within mind

Count me in

When the hope is running thin

The bliss I rewind

 

Reading of the poem:

Yann Tiersen – Porz Goret

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9z3jCiCrsx0

Like a faithful friend

Like a faithful friend

19 May 2020

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

 

I feel you

In the moon’s wane light

When we rhyme

Together

My soul feels like a feather

In melding with yours

 

We sway slow

In intimate dance

The halo

Around us

Trails of the shimmering glow

When our bodies touch

 

I hear you

Your words are like sun

Spread above

In the sky

Your heart meets my every cry

Like a faithful friend

 

Reading of the poem:

Those sweet words – Norah Jones

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMQtB3qjoh8

Solid ground denied

Solid ground denied

12 May 2020

Courtesy Stefan Gesell

 

 

North and South battle

Irreconcilable straits

Conflict in bosom

 

Flourishing in reed

Graceful attire of heart

Swaying to the rhythm

 

Solid ground denied

My soul like a wild gypsy

Yearning for travel

 

 

Written in the context of Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 305 using conflict and gypsy. Rules and pingback here

Reading of the poem:

Sam Myers – I Got The Blues

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-KluFB9A8M

My heart blue and wild

My heart blue and wild

10 May 2020

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

Breathe within

My heart’s mysteries

Dialog

Suspended

The inner chambers obtuse

Clues to mind ended

 

Raise me steep

On cliffs of morrows

Relinquish

Powers urge

Fail to keep the very surge

Of my bosom’s fate

 

Hone me slate

Teachers to translate

The lesson

Memory

When I was a lonesome child

My heart blue and wild

 

Reading of the poem:

Gary Moore – Still got the Blues

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePfX5lOs8sI

Showering raindrops

Showering raindrops

10 May 2020

Courtesy twenty20.com

 

I fly high

Within bosom spread

My wings soar

Ever more

I am a kite in the sky

Through the clouds I fly

 

Nothing lasts

The hurt now swallowed

Deep within

We wallowed

Sunshine then struck off the pain

Shining through the rain

 

April’s crops

Showering raindrops

Summer’s hay

To follow

As we dance on the rooftops

Listening to May

 

Reading of the poem:

Mighty sam mcclain – when the hurt is over \ lyrics

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo5I_CM1Z3M

The Shaman Tales 9 : the mutation

The Shaman Tales 9 : the mutation

8 May 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

The spell seemed to have worked. It was sent out in the collective consciousness as she knew it needed to be sent out in the open. It was more effective with being read and she knew that she had to inspire herself three years ago from then. She had slid into the timeloop during her altered state of consciousness and inspired herself back in 2017. She had then watched as she created the poem that would provoke the onslaught of what was happening just now. She knew it had to be done. The flu had to be released into the world because the end effect was the mutation that needed to happen. This was the only way that they could resist what GAIA had in store for them. Their lungs needed to mutate into one lung, breathing in a completely different way than how it had breathed up to now.

 

As with every time she projected herself into the past with the altered consciousness, everything went haywire for her in the present. Devoid of her consciousness, the brain alone was not able to function normally and was clouded by the overwhelming synapse points where the memories were being mixed into the present state of being. The past, the present and the future seemed to all merge into one apocalyptic moment and she could see the waters engulf the land as well as see the ice age that was to follow the overheating of the planet. All those thoughts raced into her head like realities that presented themselves to her. She could see all of it happening as if it were happening in front of her eyes. Meanwhile, her consciousness was inspiring her in the past to create the worded intention and put out the magic spell into the collective consciousness.

 

Her consciousness saw the words and at the same time saw them manifesting. It was a flu alright, but it was a flu that needed to fundamentally change the human body. Like every time there was a significant shift in the Earth requiring a shift in consciousness and in the bodies, it was always done through a flu or some other pandemic. Her consciousness was then satisfied by what was released and came back to her in the present, right in the nick of time before her mind would go into overdrive with all the stimuli and shut itself out forever. The flu was not as deadly as the Spanish flu before it but they seemed to be afraid of it even more. They called it covid-19 and treated it like it was an enemy. Little did they know that they had to go through the process of catching it in order to mutate. If they did not mutate, they would not be able to survive the shift that GAIA was preparing for them. It had had to be done despite the thousands of deaths. They must all catch the flu to avoid humanity becoming extinct on the planet once GAIA’s program had come into place…

 

Dead Can Dance “Yulunga” 2005

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZpXPwmbQvc

I am all though none

I am all though none

6 May 2020

Courtesy pinterest.com

 

My heart beats softly

Everlasting tunes in soul

Pouch of bundled joy

 

I whirl on the Earth

My mind lost in the blue skies

Sketches of castles

 

Infinite passion

Within finite appearance

I am all though none

 

Reading of the poem:

Rumi – The Great Mystery (Sufi Poem) ♫

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bsel8hEp4HM

Finally I set me free

Finally I set me free

2 May 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

There was a time

Everything was possible

The sun shone on our naked bodies

Entwined in slumber

We gambled away our nights

The way to our soul never lost

I lived on the edge of your cliff

Hanging on to your every written word

The days gone in a drunken haze of you

All that you mouthed or voiced

My every prayer and belief

Then the night shifted into your eyes

Startling the deceit within

Out into the open space between us

I learnt to decipher the lies

Hanging like black cobwebs between us

I wove my way back to the surface

Escaping a deep black sea

That engulfed your traces

Finally I set me free

 

Reading of my poem:

Burying My Troubles – Melody Gardot

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUTPXgTZT6c

Rendering delight

Rendering delight

April 29, 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Translation

Of movement in you

Lost in space

I retrace

Your body’s forgotten hue

The ink and the blue

 

When sun sets

I remember you

The sweet touch

Of your face

From a spent reality

In an unseen place

 

In eclipse

I reinvent you

Through the sight

In the night

When your features blurred in light

Rendering delight

 

Reading of the poem:

I’ll be seeing you – Billie Holiday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9l44_n60QQ8

Life’s everlasting flower

Life’s everlasting flower

23 April 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Inside me

The memories spill

They spell slow

Overkill

Of words gathered in neat stacks

Unfolding in racks

 

The soothing

Blindness that covers

What I read

Once in time

Now concealed the very rhyme

Of breath that hovers

 

Outside me

Circles concentric

They twine low

Into skill

Life’s everlasting flower

Intricate power

 

Reading of the poem:

Alone with the Alone (verses by Ibn’ Arabi)  – Henry Corbin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEroIpr2Yes