The Poetry Corner

[InfinityXXX]

Hey, if you got a poem and want to share it to the world, then post it here. It doesn't even have to be your work, just a poem you like.(make sure you give the original author his/her recognition though) It can even be a rap.

Poetry to me, is like a persons inner secret thoughts expressed in words and thats why i love it.

Well, I guess I'll start it off with a poem done by me. Here it goes.....


The Sky
by


-The sun is felled and the moon its slayer have come to sulk in its glory and the shallow winds start to whisper as it glides past me. Staring into the sky now that has been turned into a dark abyss, I find that there are no stars. Ever since I've entered into the chambers of adolescense I have not seen the stars. I remember nights in my youth where I'll run and play and laugh with my partners in my childhood schemes and when we're exhausted we'll collapse into the soft grass.

With my left ear I'll hear the crickets play their song of sorrow and happiness and with my right ear I'll hear the earthworms snoring, dreaming. A lightning bug would flash on my nose and with my eyes I'll look in the sky and gaze at its eyes, the stars. Sparkling, Shining, and peering at me that comforted my very soul. I could feel the skies laughter and happiness and me and my friends would lay and stare for hours laughing as our parents chatted and watched over us, knowing it was past our bed time and on my babyish face there would lie a smile.

Now as I look at the sky, my face is content. Mixed. The sky, so empty it looks as if its sorrow itself. There are no stars, no laughter, no happiness, no sparkling,no shining, just me,aged,............and the bold empty sky.

[Scejntjynahl]

Nice prose you have going there. Poetry always ring as been personal tones of one's life.

I would suggest if you find an active moderator to perhaps have this stickied. Just because poets and such take their time to post anything. So by the time one has something to offer your thread would be gone to perpetual oblivion. And since we can not bump old threads, most likely your attempt will have met an early grave.

Good luck to you.

[WraithVerge]

http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif Awesome poem there mang! And I agree with Scejnt, this should be a floaty. You never know who will want to post a poem they've written or who will access this thread days or months later and think "Hey... I feel just like that!"




Here's one that just came to mind a few moments ago.

This World Around You

In the dark, staring at nothing.
Unable to see what is in front of me,
My voice screaming.

In the light, watching the birds sing.
Eyes, slowly adjusting, begin to see,
My voice singing.

In the streets, dodging the people fleeing.
Vision obscures, reaching for safety,
My voice pleading.

In the country, viewing the sun setting.
Smiling, breathing, blinking in the breeze,
My voice mending.

What does it take to stop
For just a moment and see...
To see this world around you,
the one you've always been missing?

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Here's an old poem I wrote one day while sitting around. I posted it here a long while back, but only three people responded to it. Please note, I wasn't suicidal when I wrote this, just very very thoughtful. http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif









The Price I Pay



The price I pay to be with you

Isn't jewelry or flowers.

My love I give to you

And my time I give you hours.


The price I pay for companionship

Isn't my possessions or money.

My friendship I give to you

And all that I have within me.


The price I pay for patience

Isn't my words or views.

My silence I give to you

And whatever else I can do.


The price I pay to hold on

Isn't thought or worry.

My strength I give to you

And my outstretched hand in remedy.


I bled for you on that day...

I stood up for you on that day...

I smiled at you on that day...

I reached for you on that day...


... when you broke my heart.

... when you betrayed my heart.

... when you angered my heart.

... when you let go of my heart.


The price I pay to live...

Is something I have lost.


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[EphekZ]

This reminds me of a book I had to read called "Bronx Masquerade"

it was pretty good

[InfinityXXX]

Wow Wraith, those poems were awesome. I really liked "The World Around you" the most.

Do I pm the mods to and ask them for a sticky?
In the meanwhil I'll go look around the forums and see if my answer is in a sticky.

Heres another poem.

This poem came from this forum to be exact. There use to be a member here who always had "Happily Unsatisfied" as their mood. The member's name is on the tip of my tongue. Anyways I liked those words so much that i made a poem out of it.

Happily Unsatisfied

These mishaps,unfortunate thinking
For love undones,your heart is sinking

Unpainted Passion left on the screen
Reclusive thoughts hold you and me

You bubblewrap your emotions feelings
Endless searching, you long for healing

For the past has shattered you, left you fragile and hurt
Make you feel as if your dirt

But what state are you? If its inclement then go
Trickery of preyed on memory thats all you know

For you start each beginning when you near its end
And watch each session, more they rend

But I'm not like you, I no longer tried
But for some reason, we are all Happily Unsatisfied




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[Elvendar]

As I browse the internet,
I come to many forums.
People who i've never met
talk to me about cheez-ums.

I eventually come to PSO world
which makes me want to play
but then I realize that I have no gamecube internet connection, and even if I did, not many people play GC pso anymore so it makes me cry and i start slitting my wrists to ease the pain oh it feels so good.

http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif

was a joke, in case you didn't get it


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[InfinityXXX]

Weeee its a floating sticky, Thanks Ryna

Ahem


Just Who are You

Your a stranger so unexpected now
Of these new feelings I wonder how

Always on about immiting dellusions
The one I once saw is now an illusion

Now who are you, what are you, where have you gone
So different, so empty, not the one i've known

Your so odd, so weird, a changing hue
Only question I have is....Just who are you?


Edit:Lol typo


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[InfinityXXX]

Sometimes, when I can't think of a poem I listen to music.(I only listen to music with NO WORDS in it to get inspiration for a poem) This next poem was inspired by the bgm in an MMORPG called Ragnarok Online.*Its the rocker field area for those that want to know. You know, the peaceful song with the guitar*


Grassy Fields
by InfinityXXX

I sit and lay on these grassy fields
Grasping my life with many chills

And I wonder how i let it all go by
And my answer is only a solemn sigh

Conjuring memories I once I had
Some of good and some of bad

I don't know...
Don't really feel like going on

And I see how I let and give in to my neglection
Gazing back into my reflection

I just lost my own glory
A final chapter of my story

Here and now and up until
As I lay on these grassy fields

Time has passed and made me aged
Sucked my sadness and my rage

Emotionless I gaze at the world
Watching life cycle in a swirl

But here and now and up until
Comforted by these grassy fields

I jsut sit and I just lay
Watch each one, the growing day

But I don't know
Should I keep going on?

So here and now and up until
I'll just sit...and lay.....on these grassy fields

[NeverForget]

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[WraithVerge]

Some all around nice poems being put forth. Good read!


Here's another from me:

Fall

There's a rift between you and I...
It might be time to say goodbye...

Again.

Stop!
What are you to do?
This is something new.
Deal with it.

Silence!
Can I believe your lie?
No need to cry.
Leave me now.

Walk!
Is it worth the risk?
Stare into the mist.
Forget me friend.

Regret!
Is that really a fact?
To accept me back.
Look this way.

Return!
Will you take me?
I am so sorry.
I love you.

Out in empty space, I call...
Lost in sweet embrace, we fall...

Again.



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[InfinityXXX]

Wraith, your poems are always good. http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wacko.gif

Today though, I don't bring a poem of my own. I bring a poem written by the legendary, extrordianry, (you can even take a class on him)...Tupac Shakur.

I bought a book of his poems and this poem is just real pretty to me. I think in this one poem, he sums up his life....

The Rose That Grew from Concrete
by Tupac Shakur

-Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack
in the concrete

-Proving nature's laws wrong it learned to walk
without having feet

-Funny it seems but by keeping its dreams
it learned to breath fresh air

-Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else cared!


Heh, yup, Tupac is..........a genious....

[Scejntjynahl]

Day of passage where you ache to be unbound,
ripping through flesh with a fierce fight,
from the dark walls of the motherly womb,
and ventured forth into a makeshif light,
may it be more decades till you visit your dark tomb,
the return once more to the cold ground.





Happy Birthday.
Scejntjynahl

[Sayara]

this is kinda old.

The ol Sakura

Here lies the old cherry blossom tree.
The tree has stood by for many years.
It has shared in many joys and shed many tears.
Days pass as more and more petals fall for nothing.
The many who've come before have left away no longer in number
The wind lullys the petals to their forever slumber.
The nights grew colder, the branches felt a numbing.
And let the snow fall ontop of it.
Cover away all the dying petals off the poor tree
Give it a blanket that would surely fit.
It snowed last night... was anyone around to see it?

The petals have fallen for nobody.
Nobody witnessed the beauty and majesty of the falling petals
They've rotted away waiting for someone to notice.
The graceful wind that lullied the petals to their endless slumber has gone away.
Leaving the petals to their empty dismay
Their blanketing snow has ended too.
This now slushing frozen tears lie waste to melt under the burning heart that is broken.

Here lied the old cherry blossom tree.
It had lived here for many years.
However after so long the tree wished to be free.
Free from the lonleiness and the tears.
Instead of its petals, the entire vessel has fallen.
The lullying wind not able to push it, let it feel the cool air of ending.
And the snow gave it the frozen warmth.
It snowed last night... was anyone around to see it?

[Daikarin]

The universe was made an eternity ago.
By a force most people refuse to see.
Like if the off-spring seed of a tree
Did not search for truths outside its ego.

A thought that many have seemed to have forgotten
May in fact be all we need to remember.
Like the easy transition to January from December
We can clean our spirit of all that is rotten.

Turn over to the source, accept the light.
Do not search for the answer, await instead
Like the shepard who always meets its flock in the end
Entrust yourself in that which has endless might.

What is darkness but a weak false idea made from a feeble mind?
Are we not aware of simple thoughts which lead us to our hell?
It is like a monster, horrible in shape, essence, soul and smell
Cut the monster's throat with the sword of truth, leave evil behind.

The moment of revelation is near.
Do not let yourself be afraid of lies.
For as long as the Darkness tries
In the infinity you will know no fear.

Can't blame me for trying http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_disapprove.gif

[WraithVerge]

Scejntjynahl - Quite nice! Interesting way to describe birth. http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

Tingle - Wow. Who wrote this one? It's very touching.

Even_Jin - Hey, its not so bad. http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif I can't quite single out what the overall feeling is, though. I think it might be something like the sense of being small and insignificant or spiritual enlightenment. but that's just what I pull from it.



Here's another by me, a haiku.


Eyes wide and staring
Black and purple twilight sky
Serenity here

[InfinityXXX]

Jin-I think it was great. I love the whole message of the poem

Tingle- Its so perty and so sad. Very touching poem

[Sayara]

Verge. I did. A long time ago. (December ish)

I am going to do a 2nd poem/story eventually. >>

[Scejntjynahl]

Today I was born,
no bigger than a thorn.

You held me in your arms,
with a promise of no harm.

You caressed my skin of gold,
promising forever to be hold.

I was captivated by your smile,
as you carried me for over a mile.

Today I was born,
no bigger than a thorn.

You spoke to me with such charm,
taking me to a manssion, house, or farm.

You caressed my skin of gold,
your smile is different and more bold.

The heat is rising all the while,
a sense of something terrible and wild.

Today I was born,
my flesh is beggining to be torn.

You laugh and giggle from afar,
heat tears into me with a sense of alarm.

My skin of gold changed to snow,
What has happened for I do not know.

You pick me up with a touch so mild,
and into your lips I go with such guile.

Today I hold for you no scorn,
After all I am your "popcorn".

Scejnjtynahl



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[navci]

http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_eek.gif
It sounds like it could be a nursary rhyme! http://pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_eek.gif

[InfinityXXX]

Dear Mr.Man

What's wrong with the world today?
Things just got to get better
Show me what the leaders say
Maybe we should write a letter

Said Dear Mr. Man, we don't understand
Why poor people keep struggling but you don't lend a helping hand
Matthew 5:5 say "The meek shall inherit the earth"
We wanna be down that way
but you've been trippin since the day of your birth

Who said, that to kill is a sin
Then started every single war that your people been in?
Who said, that water is a precious commodity
Then dropped a big old black oil slick, in the deep blue sea?

Who told me, Mr. Man, working round the clock
would buy me a big house in the hood
Cigarette ads on every block
Who told me, Mr. Man, that I got a right to moan?
How about this big old hole in the ozone?

What's wrong with the world today
Things just got to get better
Dear Mr. Man, we don't understand
Maybe we should write a letter

Listen, Ain't no sense in voting - same song with a different name
Might not be in the back of the bus but it sure feel just the same
Ain't nothing fair about welfare
Ain't no assistance in AIDS
Ain't nothin'affirmative about your actions until the people get paid

Your thousand years are up
Now you got to share the land
Section 1 of the 14th amendment says "No state shall deprive any person of life,
liberty, or property, without due process of law"

Mr. Man, we want 2 end this letter with 3 words
We tired a-y'all!!!!!

by the ever so talented Prince. Explains my mood just about now.

[Daikarin]

It's night-time in the city
Colorful lights and dashing cars
Homeless people caught up in self-pity
A caos of lights, sounds and stars

I stand still in the fast streams
Of cars, people, sounds and voices
Time is going ahead of me, it seems
Nothing bothers me, be it people or noises

As if the whole world around me
Was only colored in tones of grey
Suddenly, in the middle, I see
Another colored person, facing this way

I can't see a face. Who can that be?
She too is standing still, it seems
In the city resembling a raging sea
Like I was, I wonder what it all means

A busy road separates us from each other
I see that she was looking at me too
Looking around, thinking she meant another
Time was fast for everyone, except for us two

A bus passes by between the two of us
Blocking my view of her, Darned luck
As it drives past, I can't see her because
She seemed to have disappeared. F***.

Oh well. I don't know this even took place
But instead of being caught-up in sorrow
I'll just go back home, at a slow pace
Confident of another oportunity tomorrow.

[Solstis]

Reassurances of life forever young, the glowing portal tempts you with images, the world of plastic.

Plastic money, plastic people, rigid flexibility.

Evolution of the writer, devolution of the language, Reality: The Abridged Version, Volume 3.

Save me, oh save that spark of genius in all.

Led into the beauty of mindlessness, I betray myself yet again.

Learn how to stab yourself in the back, Mass Media is offering lessons today!



Line 1: Television.
Line 2: Living off of credit, intangible numbers. "Plastic People" refers to both the collective illusion of beauty and the readiness of a person to jump to whatever crusade fits him or her best.
Line 3: Writers flock to blogs, the Internet. At the same time, the English language loses all meaning, thus reality becomes twisted. Despite being a post modernist, I believe this to be a dangerous thing. I'd rather reality be shattered and laid bare, not become some pathetic ruse. Also, I like the number 3.
Line 4: A plea.
Line 5: Screw that shit, I feel like watching television.
Line 6: I've realized that Mass Media is diluting the very language I love. Hey, did you hear about that new MTV show?

I could make this longer, not to mention make it flow better, but any extra would just be filler. Waste. Excrement.

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[Stan]

Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory
will leave her spirit soon

She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are
running deep
She has too much pride to pull
the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits
for sleep

She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think
And pictures the chains
She's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone

And water can't cover her
memory
And ashes can't answer her
pain
God give me the power to take
breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal
frame

In with the ashes
Or up with the smoke from the
fire
With wings up in heaven
Or here, lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled in my
heart
And the heart of the world

(by Moore)

[WraithVerge]

In the Spirit

It's a cold day today.
'As cold as any other,'
Some do say.

Can't complain though;
The sun is shining,
Off I go.

Out and about, oh lonely me.
Places to be, people to meet,
Sights to see.

That day, every year,
Is nearing once again.
Do not fear.

Buy your gifts and capers;
Wrap them up in secrets.
Smiles beneath paper.

Friends and family cheer;
They're happy as ever.
Come, New Year!

These simple things do bring
A sense of happiness this day.
Something to sing!

How do you get to it,
That feeling of serenity?
In the Spirit.




EDIT: Whoops! Forgot to mention...

Happy Holidays everyone!



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[ZaiV2]

I strike, I spin
But am beaten in
I launch, and I fire
But my enemies, they never tire
My resolve wearing thin,
I run from the din.
Ah, the failed killer for hire.
-me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~

Ne'er defeated, though accused
the defendant stands 'gainst plaintiff true
Immortal by law, the sands of time
will weather the tyrant
'till his end draws nigh
-me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~

Like a guitar, finely tuned
or a sparrow, asong in June
life's lilting melody flows
until its musician plays no more.
-me

[Atayin]

This is a nice thread. I'll contribute with a little something I wrote a while back.




A truth from which all legends will rise
and within that fate,
it's seams we'll dispise.
Which in veil lay secrets
kept from our lips
which in veil lay secrets
that still rain depicts,
and in such silence
fall whales and our kings
where beneath endless heavens,
birds hide in their wings
and stare just to mimic
this weakest reply
and flow so abrupt
to the earth, from the sky
to bide
to protect
their seams in disguise.
To love and to cherish
our most hated of lies.


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9/21/04


Some people become so comfortable conforming to a superficial standard that when they struggle to make sense of they way they live their lives, it is at the expense of their own self esteem and well-being. There's a little more to this poem then just that, but it all revolves around that.





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[ZaiV2]

I'm back with more!

Sleep
I dreamt of a boat yesterday.
What was its name? I don't recall
much about what I dream. Ah,
here's another: a shimmering glade.
Who was that person? It doesn't matter.
How do I walk on the moon and learn Geometry?
And where am I now? Sleep
Is confusing. But I wake now.
I dreamt of a boat yesterday.

here's one that I'm still kind of working out:

A Brief Respite
Thrust, parry, retreat.
Thus is the pattern of life, you see.
An endless waltz of glimmering steel
We fight to survive, with only short leave
And while we take that brief respite,
We slumber restlessly through the night.
We wake, we rise, we dress, and then
Our three-beat lives begin again.

[Dreadlock]

Stricken
Toughness, bedbound
Shockflattened.
Still at war.

For one instant the enemy a hidden stranger
unleashing from the clearing's edge
rocket-borne disaster to the hovering craft;

Now the enemy
crushed feet cast in white plaster
tortured frame rebelling with each command to move.

No, deny it, fight
the past tense whispers
talk of long recuperation
sheets' subversive invitation to relax.

No, goddam it
fight the deeper pain
lost command, aborted destiny;

A life, like a book
suddenly tiresome to an unknown reader
slammed shut.

Broken, bandaged body, pain raw
fighting the embrace of pillow and sheet
Infantry commander, eyes moist
against all resistance a tear
conquers stubbled cheek.

[ZaiV2]

Doodle Days

Do you remember doodle days?
Those boring classes that made energy fade?
A pencil or pen was
Your savior then
And the doodle would come to your aid!

What fun you had with that pencil or pen
Shading in papers with "SHORYUKEN!"
Or whatever it was
That you drew because
You were falling asleep, dreaming then!

Doodle days, school days, how were they?
All the same or always lame, or just the standard student's bane?
A pencil or pen
Was your savior then
And you drew what you dreamt
Be it goals, gouls, or 50 Cent
Or did you pen poetry instead?

[WraithVerge]

At the top of your game,
No one can beat this fame.
Greatest of all, only one around
Until it all comes crashing down.

On the tip of that mountain,
King of all and so proud.
Be happy with your golden crown
Before it all comes crashing down.

At the head of the table,
Boss of many, keeping it stable.
Mistakes happen, no time to frown
As it all comes crashing down.

At the climax of your day,
Everything going your way.
Holding your head in your hands now...
When it all comes crashing down.

Build yourself up, watch yourself fall.
There's no way to stop it,
Going to lose it all.

No need to cry, you are free now.
Only thing left to do is smile
While it all comes crashing down...





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[Sgt_Shligger]

There is only one thing I can see,
A great blackness ahead of me,
And into it i choose to proceed.

After this I can finally see,
That this path was not meant for me,
It would be the end for me to proceed,

Thus I choose for me,
Though I can not even see,
That death will never conquer me,

But as soon as I can see,
A darkness begins to envelope me,
In terror I scream,
With no one to hear but me,
And thus I begin to weep.

As I look at the last ray of light I'll see,
I think of what will become of me,
And with this thought in my mind,
I choose to rebel against destiny,

With a great struggle I am freed,
I thank only me,
For my escape from eternity.






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[feather-flower]

Resurrecting this once-but-no-longer "stickied" thread, instead of creating a new one, for two reasons:

1.) To continue refraining from overloading the forum with too many threads by one user.

2.) To again highlight some worthy posts from the past, which deserve being read by a new audience.

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Will be posting two separate poems momentarily.

[feather-flower]

“Soaring shapes attract our eyes to the sky—
Where we notice wise billows as they glacially glide—
And despite how slowly this stratospheric procession is floating—
Those herds of clouds know exactly where they are going—
And they know: they’ll arrive right on time—”

title: “Cloud-Paced Punctuality (Humbles The Hasteful)”

* * *

AUG / 13 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to ALL atmospheric phenomena (and ALL aerial animals).

* * *
* * *
* * *

Inspired by an actual occurrence I witnessed sometime between 2006-2009.

After walking down to the shore of a pond that borders my mother's backyard, my gaze noticed some large birds soaring around-and-around in a spiraling pattern (quite far off in the distance).

It was because of those birds that my contemplations also began to factor the "slow-but-steady" procession of clouds as well.

That then led to the conception of the original version of this poem.

"By the birds, a spiraling sign—
The clouds know where they are going—
And they know they'll be on time—"

Which has continued getting tweaked over the years since then.

Such as:

"Brought by birds—
Thy eyes gaze upon a sign in the sky—
The clouds up there know where they are going—
And the clouds know: they'll be on time—"

Or:

"Raise thy eyes—
To spy a sign in the sky—
The clouds above know where they are going—
And they know: they will arrive, right on time—"

Not to mention:

"With eyes allured upwards, by wings that spiral roundwards—
We behold a second sight: a vapor procession in slow flight—
Those herds of clouds know where they are going—
And those clouds know: they'll be on time—"

EDIT: Plus this version which was up top of this post, before getting replaced by the August 13th version:

“Circling vultures raise our gaze to the sky—
Where wise billows steadily glide—
Those clouds know where they are going—
And despite how slowly they are floating—
Those clouds know they will arrive on time—"

* * *

And many more.
(Numerous variations in wording or formatting.).

It's quite incredible to consider how many possibilities are available to a small piece of poetry.

Super-massive amounts of options!

And no matter which version you feel is the finiished poem, those alternate iterations each have their own particular points of appeal as well.

In the end, I suppose it is personal self-expression being exercised within every miniscule decision of how to poetically arrange the phrases.

Yet, hopefully, the ones shared here are sufficient to catalyze you (the reader) to imagine something akin to the intended vision that the initial natural-spectacle elicited to begin with!

[feather-flower]

"Eaw-Ruthea—
Habitat Embodiment—
Refuge Personified—
Brazenly Baring—
Exposed Expanse—
Cradling Curvature—
All-Encompassing—
Welcoming Wellspring—
Infinitely Offering—
Nourishing Nurturing—
Bodacious Abundance—
Generously Outpouring—
Uncensored Geysers—
Open-Orifice Obscenity—
Creatures In Every Crevice—
Organs As Companions—
Not Children As Dependents—
Living Totality Of Biodiversity—
Voluptuously Vulnerable Invincibility—
Sharing Everything—
Excluding Nothing—
Never Itching—
Even When Completely Covered in The Creeping & The Crawling—
The Yearning & The Squirming—
Freaky Festivity—
Recycling Respiratings—
Oozing Cleansings—
Dirty Purity—
Holy Fertility—
She Is Ours—
We Are Hers—"

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entitled: "Earth Ode"

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Summer Solstice 2022
(June 21st)

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This poem was spontaneously inspired by simply sitting mostly bare-bodied in the backyard and basking in the Sun, whereupon the Planet herself seemed to be channeled through the Muses of the Mind.

Only afterward did I realize that the Summer Solstice was today.

Which means there's a good chance that the seasonal shift factors-in as a major influence.

Either way, this piece of poetry is intrinsically dedicated to our Planet we call Earth.

[feather-flower]

"Apathy In Captivity—
Felicity In Ferality—

Wilderness Of Innocence—
Sacred Naked Grove Unclothed—

Downloading Love—
Straight From The Sun—

Photosynthesizing Inspiration—
From The Source Of All Origination—

Bare-Bodied Absorbency—
Received An Epiphany—

The Truth Isn't A Secret—
Reality Is Just As Explicit As Light Is Bright—"

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entitled: "Bathed By Brilliance From Above"

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This poem is actually a mishmash of mini-poems which have kept recurring over a span of YEARS, despite never developing individually.

But, the experience described is still one of the most important in this present life, so it was worthwhile to try & create SOMETHING that could be called "satisfactory enough" to share.

Dedicated to the loving warmth of the star at the center of our solar-system.

[feather-flower]

"Dreaming of the day we can dance,
without endangering the ants—"

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probable title: "Inhibition In Honour Of Others"


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Multiple versions of this poem manifested on June 27th, 2022.

All of them were in response to an honest inquiry during my own introspections that day.

Each version frames the concern from a different angle, with the chosen version up top being the most hopeful way to phrase the issue in question.

Things are left open-ended at this point, since I have yet to reach a definitive conclusion on this tangent of thought.

* * *

Dedicated to the source of wisdom that permits us to think before we act!

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1st Version:

"How can I ever stop holding back
and finally freely dance,
when my ecstatic steps
would endanger the ants?"

possible title: "THe Dilemma Of Letting Loose"

* * *

2nd Version

"Will we ever be able to dance,
without our steps endangering the ants?"

possible title: "The Side-effects Of Considerateness"

* * *

Other Version:

"To dance?
Or—
Save ants?"

possible title: "To Dance (Or Save Ants)"

* * *

Alternate Version:

"Is there a way to dance,
without endangering ants?"

possible title: "RESTRAINT (For The Sake Of Everybody Beneath Our Feet)"

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Yet Another Version:

"Since we all coexist—
...surrounded by the easily-squished—
...little animals & plants—
Will we ever get to relax & dance?"

possible title: "The Drawback Of Forethought"

[feather-flower]

"Fireworks fail to impress the eye—
When compared with the humble miracle of Fireflies—"

title: "Summer's Quieter Splendor"

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JUL / 14 / 2022

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Dedicated to ALL bugs in ALL backyards

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Here we have another piece of poetry that manifested in multiple versions.

Not only that, but the subject matter actually shifted focus after a few iterations!

Basically, the main theme (of appreciating the inherent wonder of nature, in direct contrast to manmade attempts at evoking awe) remains in all variants.

However, the original concept was framed as a fiercer comparison between "the superior splendor" of "nature's thunder", which "causes mankind to cower", yet also inspires those same people to imitate that "meteorological marvel" with their own "artificial spectacle" of fireworks that seem quite wimpy when directly juxtaposed with a real lightning-storm's roar.

But, those versions all felt too negative & competitive.

Hence the shift towards appreciating "a quieter splendor", with the comparison between fireworks & fireflies.

Not going to transcribe each tweak to the poem, but since I chose the shortest & simplest version as the primary representation to be posted above, I'll also include a silightly extended version of that iteration as well:

"On the Fourth Of July—
All the Fireworks in the sky—
Fail to impress the eye—
When compared side-by-side—
With all the Fireflies—
Humbly blinking nearby—"

title: "Summer's Subtler Splendor"

[feather-flower]

The greatest goodness graces all of us—
And in our gratefulness for such graciousness,
we all sing "GOODNESS IS THE GREATEST"—

title: "Praises For That Which Graces"

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JUL / 16 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to goodness itself!

As well as everyone/everywhere/everywhen who makes the choice to be good & do good!

[feather-flower]

"In the imagination of a pedestrian,
zero vehicles imperil one's travels along tranquil trails—

In the imagination of a pedestrian,
engine-roars are actually made by distant dinosaurs—

In the imagination of a pedestrian,
guardian-angels successfully save all the animals from becoming roadkill—

In the imagination of a pedestrian,
every piece of litter is a weird-&-wild youkai;
quirkily searching for the humans that left them behind—

In the imagination of a pedestrian,
no mundane meetings exist because each stranger is a destined-encounter;
momentously altering the trajectory of your life's journey forever—"


title: "In The Imagination Of A Pedestrian"

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JUL / 28 / 2022

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[feather-flower]

“Hey, gals & guys! Here come the Curbside Youkai!!
They’re mini-monsters made from human-litter,
lookin’ far-&-wide for the former-owners,
who left ‘em behind without a reason why!

Hey, gals & guys! Here come the Curbside Youkai!!
They’re lonely ‘N longin’,
but alike unwanted weeds strugglin’ ‘N sproutin’ through cracks ‘N the sidewalks,
each eco-imp exhibits a penchant for perseverin’!

Hey, gals & guys! Here come the Curbside Youkai!!
There’s the Ceratosaurus Shaped Outta Cigarette-Butts,
and the Kentrosaurus Composed Uv Coffee-Cups,
who both wanna relocate all the lips they use-ta’ kiss!

Hey, gals & guys! Here come the Curbside Youkai!!
Meet the Rhamphorhynchus Uv Restaurant-Wrappers,
and the Oviraptor Uv Old-Newspapers,
who both desire to find all the fingers which once fondled!

Hey, gals & guys! Here come the Curbside Youkai!!
Don’t be forgettin’ the Brachiosaur Built From Broken-Bottles,
or the Iguanodon Glued By Bubblegum & Grocery-Bags,
‘cuz they remember all the mistreatment,
received even before bein’ discarded as detritus that disgraces our environment!

Hey, gals & guys! Here come the Curbside Youkai!!
Seems pretty lucky that all these pollution-pixies are so puny,
since the situation could get quite ugly if those freaky-faeries weren’t so friendly!
But you better beware!! Because if humanity doesn’t get its act together…
…all it would require is a single oil-spill deluge…
…for formerly-miniature monsters to get as huge as full-fledged daikaiju!!
And at such a significant size,
our towns where trash rolls around alike tumbleweeds outside,
might appeal to their taste…
…as overflowing landfills start makin’ those leviathans salivate…!!!”

title: “Here Come The Curbside Youkai”

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JUL / 30 / 2022

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Dedicated to Satoshi Tajiri, Junichi Masuda, Ken Sugimori, Mitsuhiro Arita, and Hajime Kusajima.
Also in honour of Kevin Crompton, Kevin Ogilvie, and Dwayne Goettel.

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* * *

This is the 1st of two poems which expand upon ideas from the previous poem, “In The Imagination Of A Pedestrian”.

[feather-flower]

“UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
She’s back from the Pure Land—
UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
Liberating all beings whether in Jamaica or Japan—

UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
She’s a rainbow-bodied chibi-lady—
UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
Traversing infinite-space near-instantaneously—

UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
She responds to profound-distress no matter which bardo you reside—
UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
Rescuing roadkill before they’ve even flat-lined—

UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
She unlocks research-labs with her skillful means—
UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
Sparing test-subjects from the torments of experiments that haunt dreams—

UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
She busts loose those held captive in zoos—
UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
Freeing fauna exploited merely to keep humans amused—

UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
She won’t turn away even a pathetic person that neglects pets—
UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
Purifying eons of evil karma because everyone else also benefits—

UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
She’s got Great-Compassion for the Animal Realm—
UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
Enlightening those that the Fetter Of Ignorance overwhelms—

UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
She preserves the practice of Wisdom-Buddha dharma—
UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN
Guiding us out of samsara in honour of Samaya Tara—”


title: “UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN”

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JUL / 31 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to Tenshi and Tara.

* * *

This is the 2nd of two poems which expand upon ideas from the recent poem, “In The Imagination Of A Pedestrian”.

https://www.pso-world.com/forums/showthread.php?72418-The-Poetry-Corner&p=3481868&viewfull=1#post3481868

[[[
And the other piece that elaborated on that poem was "Here Come The Curbside Youkai"

https://www.pso-world.com/forums/showthread.php?72418-The-Poetry-Corner&p=3481878&viewfull=1#post3481878
]]]

[feather-flower]

“When rhyme-makers duel doom-sayers—
Hip-hop becomes Hype Hope—”


title: “Lyricality Transubstantiated”

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AUG / 10 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to creativity occurring during dreaming.

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And this is an alternate version:

“If rhyme-makers turned their verbal-battles towards doom-sayers—
Hip-hop would be elevated into Hype Hope—”

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[feather-flower]

Updated the "Cloud-Paced Punctuality" poem:

https://www.pso-world.com/forums/showthread.php?72418-The-Poetry-Corner&p=3481793&viewfull=1#post3481793

The newest version is now at the start of the post.

(And it's amusing that even after releasing what I felt would be the definitive configuration for this piece of poetry... more variations STILL continues to come forth!)

[feather-flower]

“Sometimes it seems as if none of this mess is worth caring about—
But remember that it’s shit from which better things sprout—”

title: “Excremental Mentality (Fertilizer For The Future)”

* * *

AUG / 19 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to everyone who chooses to exercise resilience despite their circumstances.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“What’s your response to my call—
for personal-responsibility from one-&-all?—

Because—
it doesn't matter whether—
you put your faith in heaven—
or a politician—
Cuz they’re both livin’ way up high—
while you & I—
and everyone we actually know—
are struggling down here below—

So it’s ridiculous that you tricked yourself—
into thinking they would ever help you—
when it behooves them to exploit & use—
everyone who helped elevate them to that lofty altitude—

Much like how I’m riding the waves of MP3 popularity—
to crowd-surf across distant lands—
all thanks to the people’s willing hands—
Yet I already know that the second these peepz get bored—
I’ll be dropped back down to the floor—

So since we’re all stuck in this same rut—
amidst so much muck—
maybe consider that if you & I can’t build it on our own—
perhaps nobody needs a so-called smart-phone?—
and I’m not implying that you don't deserve it—
in fact, I’m saying that gadget wasn't worth it to begin with!—

You see, it's a culture of workaholic labour—
that has brought about this current dystopian-future—
where everybody busy earning a paycheck—
isn’t actually innocent—
cuz we’re all complicit—

That’s because it’s only possible—
for luxurious elites to never lift a finger for their own survival—
when the rest of the pack are compartmentalized into a separate class—
to fulfill every single individual task—
while all they do is sit on their ass—
and make wise-cracks—
about the poor kids serving them snacks—

However: If all the slaves gave up their wage-tamed ways—
everybody, including that fabled One Percent—
could return to foraging & farming & living in tipi tents—
again free & fully independent—

But it’s clear to me that nobody wants to go back to that—
hence everybody bein’ trapped by their chosen vocation’s obligations—
where the entirety of humanity is so sick, stressed & depressed—
that we’re all thinkin: maybe it would be nice to join the dinosaurs in extinction—
…rather than continue this tedious existence of pointless self-perpetuation—

Lemme apologize if when I’m around—
my every rhyme brings you even further down—
cuz that’s not my intent—
in fact, to prove the opposite—
allow me to remind—
that’s it’s not too late, we still have time—
to live sustainably with real responsibility—
and I’m not talking about total anarchy—
only that the focus should have always been on your own community—
not all these systematic schemes to control things through global conformity—

And if you & I could do that—
we’d finally pick up the slack—
with friends & family in a new kind of pack—
that doesn’t havta force the hands of the clock back—

But this might be the last time we’re warned—
before this whole planet gets burned—
And I’m not talking about billions of years from now—
when our Sun flips the shit out—
Instead it’ll be because of modern society—
when this out-of-whack way-of-life inevitably…—
…ends suicidally—
Guaranteed—

Peace———”



title: “Your Response To Responsibility”

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??? / ?? / 2017

* * *

Dedicated to Mike Shinoda and Joseph Hahn.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“The wrist-watch on a person—
Is a much heavier burden—
Than the neck-yoke on any oxen—”



title: “A Worse Weight”

* * *

2011 – 2015 ?

* * *

Dedicated to anyone tired of toil.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Put my own heart on the fishing-hook—
As bait to bring you back—
From being marooned in the gloom—
Of the blackest of blues—”



title: “Heart On The Hook”

* * *

2014 – 2017 ?

* * *

Dedicated to anybody who has ever been on the brink.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“To always live one’s life unadorned—
Is to be garbed by invisible virtues worth so much more—”



title: “Truer Treasure”

* * *

AUG / 21 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to a different variety of beauty, which could only be blocked by jewelry.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“The eye of each nuclei…—
…suddenly opens wide ! ! !—
So the soul within every single cell…—
…can again unveil…—
…that innumerable multitudes dwell…—
…in this bodily assembly that only seemed to be one individual ! ! !—”

title: “Eye Of The Nuclei”

* * *

AUG / 21 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to all the separate-yet-connected entities that cooperate to compose every multi-cellular organism!

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Exchanging gifts of fruit grown amidst angel-wing leaf-feathers—
Discovering an endless array of one-of-a-kind pleasures—
Afterlife-friends relishing each other’s infinite flavours—”



title: “Fruct-ptera Cornucopia”

* * *

AUG / 21 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to each person’s individual vision of heaven.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Long before turning most journeys into twist-ending tragedies—
Stories once spoke only of glories—”


title: “The Youth Of Myth”

* * *

AUG / 23 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to a completely different mindset of tale-telling.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Silk-spinning Inspiring Word-weaving—
Rhyme-making Provoking Inventing—
Heart-string Hang-gliding Kite-flying—”


title: “Heart-Kite”

* * *

AUG / 22 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to stream-of-consciousness-style fugue-flow.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Clouds are carried across the sky by the breeze—
Like lily-pads are buoyed on the tide of the sea—
And in a similar manner to these other wonders—
We are transported to peace by our dreams—”


title: “Ferried Freely”

* * *

AUG / 22 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to all the ways we are provided with what we need without any type of fee.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Most mornings start by breaking a sweat—
As we chase fading dreams with our butterfly-net—
Trying to catch apparitions of inspiration before we forget—”


title: “Daybreak Dreamchase”

* * *

AUG / 22 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to every little victory by our memory in preserving ephemeral epiphanies on paper as pictures & poetry.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“By blowing this kiss—
I’m sending you a blessed wish—”


title: “Sending Wishes By Blowing Kisses”

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AUG / 22 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to the mysterious power of sincere prayer.

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* * *
* * *

In addition, here is an alternate version:

“Love-charged prayers sent as shooting-star showers—
Soon to strike thy plights like mystic meteorites—”


title: “Meteorites To Make Things Right”

* * *

AUG / 24 / 2022

* * *

[feather-flower]

“After January’s Jubilee, February’s Tomfoolery & the Mirth Of March—
May’s Maize Maze wearied April’s Angels—
So August let loose a Gust Of Awe—
To rejuvenate the jazzy jive of June & July—
While September’s Amber Embers Slept—
And missed a meet-up with the other 3 members of the Calendar!—”


title: “Funky Monthly Wordplay”

* * *

AUG / 25 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to silliness amidst all the seriousness.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Fall’s first frost quiets the crickets—
Whose spirits depart this planet like little comets——”


title: “The Sonorous Season Shifts & Goes Silent”

* * *

AUG / 25 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to warm weather creatures & the ephemeral interval where musical animals share their summery songs.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“There’s an Ant-Lion Sand-Pit in this Hourglass Terrarium where we’ve long overstayed—
Everything’s upside-down & wrongside-right, so let’s rewind time before the last grains have drained—
Uncovering the simple fact that there’s always been visible cracks in the surrounding glass—
Of this clocklike cage where we’ve long been trapped——”


title: “Chronoquarium”

* * *

AUG / 25 / 2022

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[feather-flower]

“In this wayward world where the better-half of your own soul starts out as a stranger—
Settling for a comfortable pacifier is the real danger——”


title: “Hazards To The Heights Of Human Potential”

* * *

AUG / 25 / 2022

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Gotta rememba that there’s a Messiah inside ya—
But we all betta respect the lessons left by our brudda Buddha, Gautama—”


title: “Encouragement For Enlightenment”

* * *

AUG / 25 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to Siddhartha Gautama & all adherents who preserved the words he shared for the sake of everyone’s salvation.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“The Time Is Nigh—
To Metamorphosize Thy Mind——”

title: “Imminent Metamorphosis”

* * *

2009 – 2011 ??

* * *

Dedicated in honour of the change of heart, that changes one’s mind, to prioritize the well-being of others over oneself.

As well as all the little ways that we all continue to improve, as our awareness of the huge impact that even the tiniest choice causes, as our partially purified perception’s clearness increases.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Infinitely Unfurling Fountain-Flowers’—
Cascading Heart-Cups’ Nectar-Geysers—
Wonderful Waterfalls’ Unstoppable Miracles—
Refilling Each Other’s Reservoirs—
With What One Another Outpours—”


title: “Wellspring Within”

* * *

AUG / 25 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to Koi and every variety of usagi.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Posies & Pansies are pretty & proud—
But quite sick of being stuck to the ground—
Cuz they’d prefer to traverse the winds of the world like a cloud: unbound—
So these beautiful-but-immobile blooms dared to flap their foliage like leafy feathers—
And now, new wings glide the globe, which we’ve come to know as Flutter-Flowers!——”


title: “Flutter-Flowers’ First Flight”

* * *

AUG / 30 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to the courage that can elevate us all, if we dare to be brave.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“And so we finally arrive at the end of all Tragedy—
Now that Melpomene herself is a newfound retiree—
Which permits this ancient Muse to pursue happier hobbies quite ardently—”


title: “Tragedy Retires”

* * *

AUG / 29 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to all nine Muse daughters of the titan, Mnemosyne:

Melpomene (muse of tragedy), Erato (muse of erotic poetry), Calliope (muse of epic poetry), Clio (muse of history), Urania (muse of astronomy), Thalia (muse of comedy), Polyhymnia (muse of religious hymns), Euterpe (muse of lyric poetry), and Terpsichore (muse of choral song & dance).

As well as Sappho of Lesbos (renowned as the mortal Tenth Muse).

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Gandharvini Dakini guide us with their invisible virtuosity—
Psychically singing inspiringly to arouse anti-samsaric energy—
Skillfully assisting those struggling against exhausting spiritual lethargy—”


title: “Apsaras Appreciation”

* * *

AUG / 30 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to all manifestations of the Maha Shakti.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Reborn over-&-over as famous figures while the whirlpool spins us around-&-around—
But past-life prestige is no help in the here-&-now—
So we must make the Right Effort to stop the cycle of suffering—
Or we’ll just continue to get caught in the trap of reincarnating—”


title: “Putting The Path Back Into Practice”

* * *

AUG / 30 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to the Four Noble Truths & the Noble Eightfold Path

* * *

[feather-flower]

“The Pearl is in the Lotus—
The Lotus is in the Heart—
The Heart is in the Cage—
The Cage is opened with Wisdom—
And Wisdom is already in your Head—
So bring the two of them, Heart & Head, back together once again——”


title: “A Mantra Re-Imagined (Om Mani Padme Hum)”

* * *

SEP / 07 / 2019

* * *

Dedicated to all lineages of the Tibetan branch of Buddha dharma.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Whether animal or plant, we each receive a finite supply of hourglass sand—
But the steady slide of Time erodes the very land upon which we stand—
So rather than squander one’s hours, Do All The Good You Can——”


title: “Guideposts From Good Folks”

* * *

SEP / 12 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to Arlene.

(Her words inspired this poem & entered my life as a literal guidepost from my own attempt(s) at walking the path.)

* * *

[feather-flower]

“The Compass To Paradise—
Is Not A Solid Device—
But One’s Heart’s Sacred Insights——”


title: “Soul-Core Navigator”

* * *

SEP / 28 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to all course-corrections by intuition’s interventions.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Basking Like A Boa—
Sun-Bathing Like A Bimbo—

Moon-Mesmerized Like A Moth—
Meditating Like A Monk—

Photosynthesizing Like A Flower—
Phantasizing Like A Foolish Romantic—

Entering The Withinnermost Place—
All These Ways—
Are One & The Same——”


title: “Worship Which Warms”

* * *

SEP / 15 / 2022 + OCT / 06 / 2022

* * *

Dedicated to all picnics in peculiar places where wild entities have shared fruits & nuts with us.

* * *

[feather-flower]

“Somebody’s bustin’ back inta Samsara
to continue leading all beings towards Ultimate Moksha—
…b-b-b-but who? Who could it be?
W-w-w-well… listen closely:
She’s a Silly Super Saviour who’s postponing Pari-Nirvana
to ensure everyone attains equivalent Enlightenment to Siddhartha—
…b-b-b-but who? Who could it be?
W-w-w-well… listen closely:
She’s a Paradise Portal Opener who’s sharing the fruits of eons of meritorious Karma
and free tickets to Tushita—
…b-b-b-but who? Who could it be?
W-w-w-well… listen closely:
She’s a Carnivore Hunger Ender with a stockpile of medicinal Mantra
to practice with Pranayama—
…b-b-b-but who? Who could it be?
W-w-w-well… listen closely:
She’s a Heart-Bouquet Gift-Giver who won’t forsake any entity,
even if it’s a perpetually perturbed Preta—
…b-b-b-but who? Who could it be?
W-w-w-well… listen closely:
She’s an Interpersonal Problem-Solver who’s memorized millions of useful Sutra,
relevant for every variety of Jiva—
…b-b-b-but who? Who could it be?
W-w-w-well… listen closely:
She’s an Interplanetary Peacemaker who’s spreading Noble Truths capable of ending feuds
even between the Asura & the Deva—
…b-b-b-but who? Who could it be?
W-w-w-well… listen closely:
She’s a Diamond Dharma Dame… who’ll nurture anyone’s aspiration that Bodhicitta be attained…
...and we already know her by another name!!—
…b-b-b-but who? Who could it be?
W-w-w-well… why not try to take a guess already?
…b-b-b-but you don’t mean…. … …or could it really be…?!?!
Yip-Yep-Yup!!! This Tiny Titan Of Dzogchen is the newest emanation of Uber-Bodhisattva-Chan!!!——”


title: “TURBO-BUDDHA-BABE”

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OCT / 24 / 2022

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Dedicated (again) to Tenshi and Tara (all of her emanations).

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This piece is a sequel to the poem “UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN” from awhile back:

https://www.pso-world.com/forums/showthread.php?72418-The-Poetry-Corner&p=3481891&viewfull=1#post3481891

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[feather-flower]

“When The Petals Are Unfurled—
Then The Pearl Is Unveiled——”


title: “Revelations Via Vulvae”

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OCT / 20 / 2022

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Dedicated to Guan Yin, Avalokiteshvara, and the Dalai Lama.

In addition to Padmasambhava, Yeshe Tsogyal, and Mandarava.

Also in honour of Georgia O’Keeffe and Autumn Skye Morrison.

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This is another piece of poetry that was directly inspired by the “Om Mani Padme Hum” mantra.

And it should probably be noted that the symbolic interplay that exists between imagery of flower-petals & female-genitals is super-ancient, even if it continually re-arises spontaneously throughout the ages via various people & their personal interpretations. (Even the added layer of symbolism by linking these images to the opening of one’s Mind’s Eye and the remembrance of the Eternal Gnosis is still something which cannot be claimed as “purely original”, since the very thought is proof of the Perennial Wisdom within us All!!)

[feather-flower]

“Like a crystal-clear Sunbeam piercing through the canopy of occluding leaves—
A Dhyani-Buddha’s words unearth the innate gnosis already hidden within our murky memories——”


title: “Dawn Beacon”

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OCT / 20 / 2022

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Dedicated to morning clarity & lucidity.

As well as the 5 Nyorai & their consorts in the Tathagata Mandala: Akshobhya + Locana (East), Ratnasambhava + Mamaki (South), Amitabha + Pandaravasini (West), Amoghasiddhi + Samaya Tara (North), and Vairochana + Dhatvishvari (Center),

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[feather-flower]

“Amidst a flying forest of Pinwheel Flowers & Windmill Trees—
Firefly Lightbulbs & Fluorescent Fruit illuminate this cosmic garden of organic machines——”


title: “Hybrid Harmony”

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OCT / 20 / 2022

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Dedicated to the unbridled beauty seen in the wildly-creative imaginings of investors & visionary painters.

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The inspiration for this poem comes from a childhood idea of mine called “flora-machina”, which was conceived upon noticing how telephone poles and trees have myriad similarities… to the point that I thought it might be possible for them to “merge” and evolve symbiotically together.

Living vines would serve as the power-lines, and living trees would serve as the poles, instead of the dead lumber that’s already being utilized.

Living roots would also replace underground cables of all sorts as well.

Thus, electricity would become an abundant natural-resource, conveyed by organic fibers rather than synthetic wires; and presumably benefit everybody.

Of course, this little reverie has not (yet) become a reality. Nor am I the type of person working on engineering such things.

But despite that, I still cherish this “flora-machina” imagery (and more alike it), which spawned the poem above.

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[feather-flower]

“Citrus Suns hung among Planet Plums—
Shine inside this overgrown galaxy of world-trees intertwined——”


title: “Stellar Orchard”

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OCT / 28 / 2022

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Dedicated to everything conceived between the Muses of the Mind & I~

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More mini-poetry based on Psyence-Phantasy imagery about the “World-Tree Galaxy”:

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Endlessly Outstretching Branches—
Breathe-Out Blue Skies—
To Fill The Black Void—

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Root-Knot Nexus of the Arboreal Whirlpool—

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Staircase Cascade of Bromeliad Lakes—

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Treetop-Sea Of Trampoline-Leaves—

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Rhizome Roads & Branch Bridges between World-Trees—

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Dendro-Stratum Solar-Systems—

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Ciel Of The Yggdrasil—

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Yggdrasylvan Stratospheres—

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Cetacean Sequoia—

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Sakura Nebula—

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Cherry-blossom Stardust Sparkle-Sprinkles—

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Pollen-Powder Star-Showers—

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Autumn-Leaf Meteor-Storm—

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Soul-Seed Spirit-Spore Spark-Swarm—

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Astral Apples & Apricot Comets—

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Crystal-Kernel Geode-Globes—

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Cosmic Canopy Cornucopia—

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Flora-Fauna Recycling Respiratings—

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Self-Photosynthesizing Firefly’s Bioluminescent-Circuit—
( Bug-Abdomen Feeding Leaf-Wings Fueling Glowing )

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OrbiTropical JunGalaxy—

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Impossible To Overpopulate—
Infinitely-Expanding Dendro-scape—

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Unfurl Forever Farther—

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Bloom Beyond & Transform Further—

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Rattlesnake Scales As Bark On Extraterrestrial-Trees—
With Dragonfly Wings For Alien-Leaves—

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Alien Amaryllis From Arcturus—

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Super-Stellar Sun-Flower—

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Dandelion Constellation—

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Corona Calyx—

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Twinkle-Star Space-Reef—

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Red-Giant Rose—

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White-Dwarf Daisy—

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Orchid Quasar—

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Chrysanthemum Quasar—

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Purple-Petal Pulsar—

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Solar-Corona Coral—

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Firefly-Phytoplankton Stardust-Stream—

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Milky-Way Meteorite-Pollen Migration—

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Locust-Nibbled Leaves Like Jigsaw-Puzzle Pieces—

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Peace-Seed Cross-Breed—

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Star-Flowers' Nectar-Showers—

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Aurora-River Syrup-Sap-Stream—

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Orbiting Berry-patch Of Jelly-filled Moons—

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Star Yolk—

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Glitter-Flower Star-Snow—

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Cotton-Puff Comet-Dust—

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Hot-Air-Balloon Mushroom-Moons—

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Toadstool Satellite—

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Bonsai-Tree Space-Colonies—
and Dome-City Jellyfish, up in orbit—

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Asteroid-Fields Of Wild-Flowers—

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Propellors Of Petals—

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Shooting-Star Surfing—

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Driftwood Asteroid—

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Phoenix-Lotus Super-Nova Soot-Snow—

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Blossom Blizzard—

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Neoasis Of The Bewilderness—

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Rainbow-Arch Inchworm—

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Fruit-Juice Rainbow-Rivers—

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Mint Mist & Cinnamon Snow—

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Origami Confetti—

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Quicksilver Sylph-Flowers—

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Wreathe To Breathe—

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Vegetation In Meditation—

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Shroom-Moon Fumes—

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Berry-patch Bubble-bath In Orbit—

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Juicy-Jelly Gummy-Berries—
Sweet-N-Sour Shooting-Stars—

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Meteor Pasture—

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Fractal Forest—

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Dendro-scape Kaleidoscope—

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Evergreen Galaxy—

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Deep-Space Peace-Reef—

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Xylo Biome—

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Photon Phruit—

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Solar-Flare Forest-Fire—

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Skies Of Vines & Roads Of Roots—

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Vine-Mind Collective-Consciousness Neural-Network—

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Talkative Guides That Shine In The Sky—
And Drip Down The Dew Of The Divine—

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Cheery Chatty Sunny Smiley—

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Wooden Titans of Contemplation & Calculation—

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Intergalactic World-Tree Tornado—

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Super-Nova Orange-Grove Vortex—

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Nitro-Nova Lightspeed Glee-Spree—

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Aeon Syzygy Orgy of the Pleroma Nebula—

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Kokoro-Hikari Futanari-Megami—

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Sambhogakaya Prismatica—

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Yab-Yum Omni-Continuum—

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Lifeforcefield Of Astral Petals—

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Petals As Presents—
From Our Heart's Lotus—

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Anahata Nebula—
of the Endo-Cosmos—

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Tsuki Saki Satori—

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Cocoon-Moons Bloom—
Monsters Metamorphosed Into Flowers—

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Proto Pure-Land For Special-Needs Spirits—
Purification-Completion Dimension—

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Zen Eden of the Nirvana Nebula—

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Magic-Carpet Lily-Pads & Lotus-Flower Flying-Saucers—
Calyx-Cushioned Buddha-Bubbles—
Sora-Flora Mandala-Nebula—

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BONUS STORY:


“This tale began one night, when a beautiful bodhisattva from the Nirvana Nebula, beheld a vision of events within Samsara.

She witnessed a world where a Gigalithic Lizard restlessly roamed the rocky realms of stratospheric stones strewn across the whole globe.

And that alien-leviathan was perpetually occupied by wandering after its cravings.

Cravings which caused this brutish behemoth to thoughtlessly barge his head directly into the mountain-sized termite-mounds all around, in order to reach the sweet-&-sour snacks only found underground.

Yet, those tasty treats were actually intelligent insectoids who dwell in darkness for fear of surfacing & getting gulped down.

However, hiding in holes never stopped these Arthropoideons from being devoured when that Gigalithic Lizard simply shoved his face into their stone-shelter.

With that scene playing on repeat, as seen from her stellar-lotus seat, the beautiful bodhisattva vowed to solve their predicament, by psychically teleporting to that distant planet

Instantaneously projeckting an astral-avatar to alien lands under an unfamiliar star, the beautiful bodhisattva confronted the Gigalithic Lizard & quickly convinced him to cease consuming the insectoid inhabitants who share the same soil.

She did this simply by revealing that what he was eating, was also alive & breathing. Not to mention, also thinking and feeling!

Hence, upon being made aware, the behemoth began to care.

However, he was still hungry, even if he now gained empathy.

So although, one problem was solved, a different dilemma then arose.

A new source of sustenance was needed, before his most recent meal’s fuel was depleted.

Because no other food ever grows, upon his barren home.

Which meant that the beautiful bodhisattva had to take drastic action, lest the alien-leviathan resume his carnivorous compulsion.

So she proposed to remain meditating within the reptilian and radiate an Aura Of Ambrosia that would keep the beast’s belly from ever going empty!

Accepting her into his stomach cavern, the Gigalithic Lizard became totally satisfied for the very first time!

He even stopped prowling around… and actually sat down!

Entering a trance of his own, a vast expanse of time transpired in peace, while meditative-absorption occupied both the bodhisattva & beast

This state stretched on for so long… that the leviathan-alien’s tail turned into this world’s first tree!!

Sensing that their previous plight was now past, those intelligent-insectoids also surfaced to harvest honey from the tail-tree flowers of their former predator!

With a once-subterranean civilization now flourishing above the soil, all those barren wastelands now sprout forth with lush abundance.

And, in the end, the stomach-stationed bodhisattva can still benefit all the other beings elsewhere in the omniverse, since she never actually left the ubiquitous locus of her hyper-dimensional lotus!!—”


title: “Bodhisattva In The Belly Of The Beast”

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JAN / 02 / 2023

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Dedicated to spontaneous inspiration from the vacuum of boredom.

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This could be considered a follow-up to “TURBO-BUDDHA-BABE”, which was the sequel to “UBER-BODHISATTVA-CHAN”.

https://www.pso-world.com/forums/showthread.php?72418-The-Poetry-Corner&p=3482011&viewfull=1#post3482011

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