Open up your heart,
the chambers accentuate the echoing
of you, as a work of art.
Feel the rhythm, feel the pulse,
from your head down to your tips of toes,
meanwhile, strands of wisdom intertwine with visions
of welcoming loving times
recollected by a mind full of experiences,
weaving like thoughtful caressing vines.
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Though the clouds are heavy with sadness,
I look to them not with madness,
but with joy, irreverent laughter
and thrown wide open arms.
Calling them,
cajoling them,
to gush forth with their tears
so I can dance away ‘neath their offerings,
jive away my encumbering fears.
We won’t be held inside forever,
we won’t be made to rot,
we won’t be isolated, friends and extended family
far from us,
look to the future, misery it is not.
When the clouds break into their grumblings,
their downpour speaking of their expelled sufferings,
I will stay washed all squeaky-clean in morning,
falling, I view joyous watery callings.
It’s all in the perspective, is it not?
I view their drops with mirth,
for I love to dance and I love to fly among
the puddles made of liquified dirt.
Optimism for our future,
lockdown won’t last for life,
embracing the spirit of the watery clouds,
underneath the pitter-patter I feel so alive.
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While there may be times,
occasions,
where our world eases it way out of a desired page,
when the messages sent our way are not the type
that we would want to have saved,
why, we wonder, is our pathway so twisted,
so many offshoots for us to forcibly explore?
I’ll tell you this,
we must map this path stridently,
assuredly capture it as ours.
Do not wander down garden paths
that seem too delectable to be,
neither stride down avenues that tempt and tease
with outrageously perfect dreams,
for life requires us to work, and work hard,
and the blessings that are granted to us,
we will accept them with open arms.
Understand the wisdom we encapsulate
while struggling and experiencing ease of flowing,
momentous knowing in that we are not
limited by our past incorrect understandings,
moving into one path, one street,
one highway, with prosperous thinking,
I enable myself with wandering and openly flowing,
how will you carry yourself in that path you are at last knowing?
With beauty of inner understanding?
Or proud stature, stately knowing?
While we are complete the way that we are,
there is always room for improvements,
in the manner that I know we are capable of,
personal growth, consciousness, our development,
soul journeying as we’d never known it.
Now’s the time for us to find it,
for this mission, this power,
for us to embrace and enable it.
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disarming intimacy
so comfortable to let him in
conversations about everything
emotional closeness
no need for physicality
feel the heartbeats through our laughter
ponder-patter irreverent chatter
knowing that to him, my voice does matter.
accepting our trysts
of personal powers
so far yet so close
feel our united pulse
warbling and smiling with ease
the past doesn’t determine
we playfully tease
building a stronger bond
through wonderful rapport
knowing should I falter
he’ll help me seize these oars.
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Being aware of the signs,
the euphoria,
the joy of the times,
the expansive brightened
colours as they present
while my soul begins
to delve.
The natural high
developed into true knowledge
via life, nevermore shall I worry
about contemplation, nor irreverent Strife!
I’ll pluck from the heavens
amongst the amalgamating
cloud patterns,
an internal direction
flows as I breathe with
my dreams,
absorb their intent,
my gorgeous search
for the rest of them.
For, I am in alignment
with my path,
a seismic shifting
after tumult,
I’ve reached this point at last,
wanting to give back
to the world,
cease to take,
those times,
selfish duration,
it seems I currently have
much to give, as of late!
My direction makes
light work of human aid,
being able to provide,
a listening ear,
aware eyes,
soft voice,
gentle nature on display
melding into the finest of days.
My light and intention,
true desire to provide,
assist,
give,
such satisfaction achieved
in my heart and theirs
as we freely smile and breathe.
It’s as though I needed
to assert these thoughts,
jot them down,
recited, no longer
internally heard,
a vow to humanity,
a truth of personal bliss,
to give to humankind,
expansion of love,
the truest way to live.
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breathe in with the power of my soul,
my inner truth, I enter my cavern, the whirlwind of my mind
as extravagant windswept daze enlightens every phase,
whether past or present,
it is whole, in the right place,
about face, I will take
the first step in knowing that I,
I am the creator of what
I need to manifest,
I have the strength, the desire,
the power, to make my world amazing or something worthy
of being devoured
whole,
in momentum,
perfection in its truest form is what I once sought
but now, keeping them at the length of my arm are those
conformers, that I needed to be right, look like this or that,
pull these nonsense, commandeered thoughts out of
my hat
and now flutter my eyelids,
softly, softly,
my world is present but the glory I seek to view
is pure in ecstatic goodness,
I tap and tap my mind’s eye, hoping to draw
feelings forth,
activate something deeper within,
and I smile to myself,
what have I created, in this moment of
manifesting madness?
I look back upon the paper,
turn behind me at the pavement,
then two steps back and three steps forth,
as I look over my warbling thoughts,
I head north within,
to seek more precious artefacts.
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truest nature of the soul
will shine unto the light,
creating carriers, pathways away
from darkness into the night,
echoing, reverberations
of goodness ‘neath nestled shrouded warmth,
armfuls of wonder,
hearts joined in circumstance,
yours, mine,
forever healed,
mine and yours.
compassion opens
sleepy eyes,
careful mouthy yawns.
what awaits us this present early morn?
what will take us away from dawn?
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Weeping willow reminds me
of stormy challenges,
of riotous heart poundings,
of emotional damages.
Weeping willow, fretting leaves,
gives me a sense of hope,
her bent back fingers
laze,
but within her, their pathway I know,
like me, like you,
as her,
she represents such harmony
within our souls
there’s nothing raw nor taut
if we’ve accepted that
this world occasionally brings storms,
and challenges and tribulations,
crashing thunder, frightful thunder
within our scope,
within the pain, the suffering,
the madness,
we. are. able. to. cope.
My weeping willow,
garden feat’
enlivens me,
when she shows me that
acceptance of turmoil is right,
she’s there shrouding in the
dead of night,
even if I ask her if new, bold,
resilience is right,
I know, down to the last detail,
every leaf, every length,
what is mighty,
being strong, fruitful,
in this life.
Fingers dragging
but perception is
calm, and the forecast
is bright.
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Be not bitter nor jaded
but grateful, sublime
is this life we are living
if we don’t allow precious time
to pass by, unrecognised
unwanted,
ambiguous truths be told,
live a metamorphosis while
your inner beauty becomes,
be brave, take the reins,
be bold.
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I don’t feel like writing,
no inspiration to scribe,
my subconscious thoughts
once delirium,
no vacuous,
I want to hide,
to burrow my thoughts beneath
the doona,
my sheets,
embarrassed, uninspired,
where have you gone, Poetic Dreams?
Replaced instead with moods,
dreary, morose,
I cannot see positivity further
than my nose,
what happened to the ability
to contemplate? It seems
it’s gone with the wind,
awaiting a delivery, please.
Extract from my mind
the encumbrances,
the barriers to ambiance,
the inability to fly freely
with the pen,
my mind, it needs to mend,
to see itself, its contents
in the reflection
then thought’s will be
quantified,
quantifiable,
my ability returns
to be seen.
Gently, tenderly
then will great haste
and aplomb
my pen’s ink dances
across the paper
sending my soul alive
from numb,
pulsating with fervent hope,
delectable swirls and loops,
my frantic handwriting’s proof
that listless writer’s block
can be wiped away
with hopeful, passionate views.
I shan’t allow my feelings
which depressed,
to return, again,
at least not so soon,
I will bask in the luxurious luminance
of the inspiringly full and
enlightening Moon.
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