Write 12 poems in 2008

The warmth pulls me closer to my dear flame
The yearning makes burning by severe flame.

Brilliant reds and oranges light the void
While your azures cool none, my austere flame.

Scalding heat when excessively deployed
I don’t fathom you, so good bye queer flame.

Threaded true, dishonorably destroyed
The world’s money can’t buy a sincere flame.

Lonely match fuels the candles I’ve enjoyed
First degree burns from a sly unclear flame.

Too attractive for my heart to avoid
And yet I shiver when by the near flame.

At first, enraged and now merely annoyed
Fingers clasp and extinguish, nigh, a mere flame.

Journeys to the Sacred City
begin with a single step

Exist not for the future
nor revel in the past

Walk at dawn,
the sacred city lies obscure

Continue, resolute
Your target Enlightens.

The goal is not the
Sacred city in the distance,

But the sacred city
Under the foot

Of the Next Step.

Lightning, spurning thy thunder
Arousing awe, yet casts asunder
Those too close to your destination
While in my mind, powering creation
Mania, supply me blissful joy
Unending hope but seeks to destroy
Were I to harness, complete elation
And if not, a false salvation.

ICE CREAM
My favorite dessert is called ice cream,
I think about it whenever I dream,
Sweet and cold,
Light or bold,
Among life’s joys it reigns supreme.

40 years’ time, neither old nor new
3 million memories to explain or review.

To go boldly now, not gallant or wise
He might just lament, fearing his demise.

I instead keep climbing, and will make my mark
Nor do my eyes lack youth’s eternal spark.

Get better and better, you not-yet-old man
So you return to your youth, where you began.

I’m giving up on this because I realise I actually like reading poetry far more than trying to write it!! I recently bought a book of Rainer Maria Rilke’s poetry from a second-hand bookshop in Truro for a tenner, and I’m really enjoying the thought of reading it as I love his poetry!

Your life’s outcomes are fair and just
In the end, you are what you do
You get out what you put in it

Time: save it, spend it, or waste it
You only get one lifetime, just
Doesn’t change whatever you do

Warriors struggling to do
Never ending wars against it
The battle, hopeless, fair and just

Just Do It!

Family, friends, a real social butterfly.
Connections were easy to find.
But, then the bottom falls out,
phones don’t ring, none online.
Desperate attempts.
No companion.
A loser?
Alone.
Me.

Oh Nostalgia! Am I remiss?
Betraying you, to reminisce?
Do not borrow to repay debt,
Future’s fear, lose the past’s regret.

Sentimental, echoing past!
Get thee behind me, at long last.
My words to those I have not met:
Future’s fear, lose the past’s regret.

So if you for history yearn
Consider, no man can return
Road to wisdom, do not forget:
Future’s fear, lose the past’s regret.

Ainam

Quoth Emerson, inspired by the Gita
“within man is the soul of the whole”
as with the gazelle, as with the cheetah
in penning this lyric you have a role!

Nondualist Oneness renders me manic,
Just like Karouac’s Dean Moriarty
rushing from Pacific to Atlantic
but more a completeness, and less a party.

We are born and die; not yet an Arhat,
We enter the Ides of our earthly time
Divinity behind all, I Am That,
Without opprobrium, toward the sublime.

Prayerfully I turn, from illusion toward home
True to my Dharma, I transcend to … Aum.