Poetastery: In Art Form!

Creativity

Deserts me

As I write

These Wrongs,

Whilst Righting

The World

With a Poets 

Rhythm less

Songs.

All along

Imposing this 

Need

To be

Nothing more than

An empty

Christmas Tree . . 

. . in

May . .

. . . a poetaster . . . 

I

Have Nothing

Much

To Say.

This 

Is

Poetastery

In

The Extreme,

All

I can Offer is

An

Entanglement

Of

Worms

Drowning

In

A Stream . . 

. . Of

Wordsmith Mediocrity.

But,

This Too Is

Art,

He (um, that's me) Declared

With the Bravado 

Of

A Bottomless

Fart.

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Ok, well I just felt like writing something! So be it . . . 

Without A Doubt

Acceptance,
Letting go now
Of all frustrations
And their emotional
Relations,
Such as Fear, Doubt
And Anxiety,
Whom creep up on me
Surreptitiously,
Like dust
Settling on the table
Of my Life.

Wiping the slate
Clean,
With the duster of
Presence,
What does FEAR
Mean:
False Expectations Appearing Real?
Without a Doubt,
Another of life's Lessons.

The Wayward Yogic Poet

"Yogic Poetry?"
He asked
Aghast!

Yes I've decided
To publish some
At last.

"Hm, why have you taken
So long to take
This step?"

Because I haven't
Written any
Yet!

Well, actually I have
But it's plain
To see,
I need more time
To make
Poetic Yogi
History . . .

. . . I'll put the kettle on!

On my other blog, 1Yogi2Many, I have written plenty of poetry . . . of a sort. Although I have to say that much of my work comes to me in Aphoristic style, oops, what does that mean? I mean in the style of an Aphorism or even a Stanza . . . or some such stylization of words. Basically what writes through me, writes through me . . what happens, happens . . is there really any choice? Sometimes, I find, there are no words to write with, just as there are days when I don't have the legs to dance with ;-/ ....

... you know exactly what I mean, right? Is it a problem, no, what is . .  . Is.

Disquiet

Paranoid disquiet
Like some distant alarm bell
Rings, no, reverberates . . through this being
Like an automatic machination
Getting ever louder
Diminishing life’s once perfect illumination.

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Naked Life

Dismantled by the thought

Of a life lived without Love

Which once was shared

With the Joy of two

And now

One

Dancing alone

On the shores of life

No longer draped in her Aura

Naked once more . . .

Limerick My Hols!

Life's A ?

Jogging in the Lanzarote Sun
Keeping fit, is lots of fun.
Life's a Beach
Blue skies within reach,
Smirking as I enter a sprinters Run!


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Awakening Spirit

Lord Divine

Lord Divine
Sweet Lord Divine,
I am Yours
Sweet Lord,
As You are Mine.

Eternal Life
Abides Within
For I am in Thee
As Thou Art in Me,
And Now we are One;
Perfect Unity.

'The Cornered Poet'

    When I was about twenty-four years of age I was going through a very real spiritual experience. Now,  remember, I started Yoga and Meditation at the tender age of thirteen, and there followed an awakening of my latent spirit. Over the ten intervening years I had a growing desire to understand the purpose and meaning of life, which I pursued with a passion.

    The Poem above came to me out of nowhere one day. It was my first poem, at that time I had no idea where it came from, it simply appeared in my psyche, and it became a part of my everyday life from that day forth as a mantra and a prayer of awakening spirituality.

    I don't want to interpret this poem for you, if you would like to open a dialogue, well that would be great. This poem, over the years changed, it expanded and became even more meaningful to me . . .

. . . it has always had a life of its own! I could show you the extended version if you're interested?

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading it,

Doug :-)