WELCOME to PALINODE PARK! – It’s time for a rhyme or maybe not. Poetry is refreshing and hits the spot. If prose is your thing then your heart will sing!
“ONE DAY”
By Craig Hawthorne (UK)
(All Rights Reserved – Published With Permission)
One day Mephistopheles came my way, I took a courteous bow and poked him in the eye,
And ran up to Eris, a cheeky wee lass, who raised her skirt in greeting,
I took her apple and gave it to Zoroaster, a serious chap, who needed to lighten up,
On to Shiva who shook my hand again and again and again,
I was finished with him, passed Buddha under his tree, waiting for Christ knows what,
Out of the corner of his eye old Horus did spy, me sneaking
Up to Persephone for I wanted a kiss from one who cannot die,
Jove came down from his mountain town to usher me away,
"Go play with Venus instead",
Tricky thought I for too many aspects has she, so off
To bug Quetzalcoatl, for a feathered snake must be seen,
But he wasn't home so I knocked on Isis's door. Osiris answered,
Said I "I hear your wife has a dress that has to be perceived",
He gave a chuckle, and shooed me on, past Hermes who exclaimed,
"No three times I said" and took poor Thoth's pen away, Krishna played,
As Artemis came my way to see if I would go hunting instead,
With you and Hu I would be pleased but Hades said "Sshh mine are sleeping"
So with that I sailed on Poseidon’s back whilst gazing up at Nut,
But Tiamat shook her coils, and threw me to shore,
Where Yahweh, Odin and Amun,
Were in deep discussion about all creation,
When stopped was I with a glint in my eye, by one I strained to see,
"I see your having fun with aspects of me" said it,
I fell from my feet, for it is not often you greet,
The All that is in All.
“S.I.M.P.L.E.”
being flowing as...
S.entient energy
expanding as
I.ndissoluble light
reflecting as
M.onadic design
resolving as
P.erception grows
Expressin as
L.OVE
“Partir eu do Mar”
(“That I may depart from the Sea”)
Crested fingers caress the trodden strand
like an Olde Mother giving comfort to a babe.
The tide has risen and carried from memory
the dark secrets of the Sea.
Footfalls upon the sands of foreign shores,
busy ports teeming with life and lust.
Spoils divided amongst sweat and wine-
the sanguine contest ended by saber and cutlass.
The victor’s only excess to lay a bloodied brow
upon a supple breast and weep and rest
Until the Sea beckons...
Manifold journeys across an endless expanse,
every breath heaving in rhythm with the swell.
Leather muscles adorned with diamond spray,
salt on every lip, “Dios” on every tongue.
Ocean titans in vain display engage the volley,
timbers corrupted and torn by cannon blast.
In camaraderie they waste and fall-
those souls maligned of Poseidon.
The borrowed time of men
consumed hungrily by the watery abyss
And yet, the Sea beckons…
The surf summons ancient seasons to this shore,
mariner’s wisdom spent in the waves.
From the jetty the Sky and Sea become as one,
a muted view like so many spilled water colors.
The ship glides into the harbor, its sails exultant,
rays of the Sun dancing on her, crimson and gold.
I look out to the horizon from her proud deck-
eager to partake of the quest like those before me.
That I may depart the Sea
comes only at the hands of Fate.
“I Am Because You Are”
By Dr. Maria Nilsson (Egypt)
(www.thesiriusproject-sp.blogspot.com/)
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Born out of your radiant light
I am your harmonious opposite
made to forever protect you
made to forever keep the balance
As the first light illuminates the nocturnal darkness
you come forth from the horizon
reborn each morning from the sacred nest
rising as the proud morning sun
giving life to all once more
shining upon the still oh so silent landscape
As your struggles in Nun are over
returning to life in your victorious light
I am your nurturer
your eternal mother
forever providing a safe journey
As you proceed over the heavenly landscape
leaving the vulnerable phase of infancy
wandering from the protecting comfort of the Two Mountains
you assume your role as the most mighty of all
bringing life to the world of those who worship you
You become my equal
I am your Queen
your heavenly spouse
guiding you my divine eternal ruler
You my Lord is life itself
my brother, my husband, my equal
As the divine landscape changes color from bright light to orange purple
you become my sacred father
the wise master who holds the key to life and eternal existence
You my Lord is the creator of all things
Preparing once more to slay the mighty ones of the Underworld
And as you grow older, my Lord
I counteract you to protect you and keep you safe
I become your beloved daughter
I become your future and hope
I prepare for the endlessness battlefield
where I will fight for your survival
As you walk through the dark waters of Nun
I will shine for you
Illuminating all unknown
Providing your safety and eternally reincarnated manifestation
I am your mother
your spouse
your sister
your daughter
I am your eternal counterpart
bound to you by eternal force
I am because you are
“Nineveve”
By Gayle Eller (USA)
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She thought of you again today as she gazed across the moors
And listened for the lingering sounds of minstrels and troubadours.
The spells long since cast; the fates are sealed,
Yet, wounds are left unhealed.
The lady’s eyes unwittingly encompass no more tears to shed
For as a vacant vessel this world she now must jadedly tread.
Nineveve herself the ointment laid upon the heart so frail
And uttered the regretful words, “Tis all to no avail.”
This grievous hurt so unsuspectingly thrust upon the corporeal soul
Has the supremacy to mercilessly smolder as does the most recent coal.
The burning that deadens ardent passion from its rival- aching reason,
As does the varying pinnacle of each obliging season.
The harpers sing of things to come with the rotation of the leaf
And pray with fervor for a cure for their lady’s perpetual grief.
Nineveve herself the ointment laid upon the heart so frail
And uttered the remorseful words, “Tis all to no avail.”
The circular motion of the red blood threads upon the spiraling wheel
Spins ceaselessly echoing like the clamoring silence of the dusky twilight peal,
Joy lingers in affectionate memories that causes her heart to scream
Forever flowing as the substance from which is made the nightmarish dream.
Unkind imaginings fade and cease to breathe in an endless winded way
Only to manifest once more with the return of each resoundingly vibrant day.
Nineveve herself the ointment laid upon the heart so frail
And uttered the remorseful words, “Tis all to no avail.”
The turning of the season outside the casement lays
As the hues of emerald turn once more to crisper, colder days.
In her heart of hearts she perceives the voice of the one she holds so dear
For even in ashes which whirl and reel his wandering spirit is near,
Memories linger and remember times whose moments are not yet seen,
Whispering protection over recollections of ages that have not yet been.
Nineveve herself the ointment laid upon the heart so frail
And uttered the hopeful words, “Tis all to no avail.”
“Multi-Dimensional Universe”
By Jurgens Pieterse (South Africa)
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Three dimensions,
or maybe seven,
science says ten
how many dimensions of life?
opportunities abundant
experience infinite richness
possibilities limitless
potential inexhaustible
Dive into the depths
through meditation
rise in levitation
through positive intent
expand yourself
seize the moment
appreciate every second
for dimensions are infinite
endless
without end
transcendent
unfathomable
“DESTINY”
By Mac DePrey (USA)
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promenading about
with as much direction
as a gypsy
sensing time and space
synchro-sensations
the ALL in the ALL
numbing disconnect
fusing the sacred spiral
unfolding in your hand
how do I explain?
how do I explain?
how do I explain?
the sensations in my heart
yearning for the vail
to be ripped off – forever
attuned presence with synchro-destiny
pirate the façade
what is fake, is always fake
who, what, when, where, why, how
does any of it matter?
back and fourth,
the ALL, the source, “perception”
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sensing and perceiving
without uttering a sound
the waves move in rhythm
to the glory abound
your thoughts become your world
you control your thoughts
you control your world
your presence affects the ALL
shunning society with scorns of love
is everyone still asleep?
trying to love, but you cannot be confined
how can this be allowed?
walking, feeling the warmth of the ground
too captivated to turn around
as the moon shines and guides your path
do you dare go back? do you dare go back?
the perfect death is the perfect life
no worry, mainly lots of flow
my hidden daemons have long been dealt with
now I rest, and wait
“Xeno’s Lenses”
By the “Skywriter” – Loni Haas
Xeno pulled The Book down from the shelf-
Dusted it clean
So he could read to himself.
The tome was old-
With yellowing pages
Scribed peculiar
By sages and mages.
The cover hand tooled-
Of fine crafted leather
A voluminous read
Yet light as a feather.
The symbols arcane-
The drawings elite
Deciphering it now
Would be quite a feat.
Xeno was undaunted-
He knew he had skill
Knowledge he had plenty
But of arcanus, NIL.
So he read-
From dusk til dawn
Assimilating power
Between every yawn.
His brain became full-
With each page he turned
Xeno growing excited
By what he had learned.
Now came the test-
To put into action
The gift of The Book
With no distraction.
In a make shift lab-
Xeno did not waver
And fashioned some lenses
Through painstaking labor.
By light of the Moon-
And planetary calculation-
A dash of Alchemy
Magick spells and incantation ...
Xeno cast into frames-
This odd set of lenses
That sparkled and flashed
Amplifying the senses.
The time had come-
Xeno donned the glasses
The vision was clear
Yet penetrated all masses.
The ground fell away-
The landscape had shifted
Into multiple dimensions
Xeno was lifted.
Pulled through time-
Each phase blended
Blurred and bent
Twisted and upended.
Xeno's brain vibed-
Open and invaded
Information absorbed
Saturated, pervaded.
Into space and non time-
One dimension, then another
No control, no feelings
No sense of any other.
To the seat of creation-
The beginning of beginnings
Face to face with the source
No underpinnings.
Then with no warning-
Once again it began
Through plane upon plane
A time caravan.
Back through space and place-
While history resounded
Now in the present
Xeno's feet feeling grounded.
Surroundings now familiar-
Glasses ripped from his face
Xeno looked about nervously
And started to pace.
His ears ringing loudly-
His body quite shaken
Memory too clear
Of the trip he had taken.
Xeno put The Book back on the shelf-
Laughing madly - it was all in vain
Cringing and clutching in the corner
Xeno had gone quite insane.
*Inquisitor factus quaesita*
You can write your own moral...
