Incarnation wisp of foam taming the bark


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the silence is great around our bed
especially whispering

hanging like a girlhood of dreams
our hearts still beat
attitude is destiny

even if we are sleeping!
just as gravity murmurs
of how we wear the years!

there is no cosmic reply
to the questions we were asking
twenty years ago!

time sits like an enchanted
mystery, ready to fly away!
we are still virgins to experience

we just refuse to see it in new ways!
we gather a little experience
And then we prepare to die

And then it finally happens!
since you cannot hear me
now that I have passed the boundaries

I will not say trivial goodbyes or helloes
My most beautiful ones
Live your lives.

Auroville before Judgement Day


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for that wherein he faulted
he shall make amends
for that in which they erred

they will repent
grant him a boon
to find a careless joy

after nearly having gone extinct
for those that were

once helpless slaves

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will revolt, and those
who led the worlds astray
will vanish from the cycles of time

so be it, for foes to blame
have died out before their time
and may he listen to his sister gladly

and carry his brother on his back
for one more golden day
in these ghettos and ruins

and grant them a hero’s welcome here
in the city that gave birth
is giving hope to a new world

he soon shall come
for utopia was a dream
that they all had before it was too late

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2600 year old poem


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Pain penetrates
but exists as fast as it came
suffering is like that too

love lingers and leaves its imprint
a drop, by drop, like a fountain
inside of me, like an ocean

around me, the source
life exudes
a warm embrace

even if this world is crooked
corrupt, cold, anonymous
by the light

of the silvery moon
I want to spoon
To my honey

I will croon
my love of nature
all the way home

Fragment of a Corporeal Once Thing


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my brain is wild

my breath comes quickly

I am dissolved in

such consuming ecstasies

none forgoes themselves

and none can forget

their spirit’s signature

the light within

which illuminates the possibilities

my heart is savage

my feelings attain repose

I am dissolved in

such consuming peace

meditation without limit

the universe within

all that I am is

a leaping fragment of existence

a blur in the resolving dark

my brain is golden

my touch is the forgotten legend

I disappear in the myth of being.

WordPress Contest


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So tonight I decided to judge the first edition, March 1st, 2015.

http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Seshat-Nibada%27s-Wordpress-Challenge/51135/

So far I’ve gotten to the finalists which are here:

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So with these 14 “finalists”, the task is to bring it to 10 and then rank them, so begins the WordPress ranking:

So here is where we ended up:

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1st place goes to:

Link: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/almond123/1491637/

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2nd place goes to:

Link: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/BbGirl/1339629/

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3rd place goes to Jason Morales:

Link: http://www.writerscafe.org/Jason_Morales

History:
1. 1st Event: 37 entries

WORDPRESS Rankings:

Check out the winners:

1. 36 – Almond: http://www.writerscafe.org/almond123
Wordpress: https://poeticlogik.wordpress.com/

2. 35 – Devon: http://www.writerscafe.org/BbGirl
Additional link: http://daughterofthebeekeeper.tumblr.com/

3. 34 – Jason Morales (“J”): http://www.writerscafe.org/Jason_Morales

4. 33 – Ellie (the writer): http://www.writerscafe.org/Elliewriter
Wordpress: http://worldruler007.wordpress.com/

5. 32 – Johnny: http://www.writerscafe.org/ShreddedCabbage

6. 31 – Vishuddha: http://www.writerscafe.org/Suwannee

7. 30 – Closing Thoughts: http://www.writerscafe.org/childofaKing

8. 29 – Ana B. : http://www.writerscafe.org/MockingThoughts

9. 28 – Sindu: http://www.writerscafe.org/SinduV

10. 27 – Teddy: http://www.writerscafe.org/jmtedstone

Commentary:

The turnout was not amazing, but 37 poets submitted a piece. I had to recruit from the Writer’s Cafe community to make it competitive, though we had a few wordpress folk along with the 1st and 4th place finishers.

Next event:

http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Wuji-Seshat-Nibada-Wordpress-Contest-II/51161/

Emma’s Journey


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Now no more the slanting rays
Of rain or snow, this poetry
Of weather charting the bright haze
Of days on Earth, sweeping melodies

Did your forget even for a time?
That our days here are limited?
Feel it slipping like an evening hymn
The months become years of lost moments

Most musical and to heaven extending
The loves ones leave us now
The Sun we once held so dear
Is softly descending, O Lord our waiting eyes

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This universe as wide as the speed of light
These bosom nightly meditations for what
You would have become, little signs
Of creation and contemplation

While my world is growing dim
Now no more the crimson blaze
Of fiercely loving, give me wisdom
For these tragedies, of losing and loving

And starry pleasures of transcendent gestures
Encoded in art in private moments
Of what it feels like to be lost, anonymous
And solitary, the unexpected sleep
Of a youth dying before their course was set.

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Note: Emma Fillipoff was last seen in Victoria, BC, Canada.

https://www.facebook.com/HelpFindEmmaFillipoff

Learn about her story:

WordPress Poetry Contest


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Hello everyone, I’m holding a poetry contest called “Seshat Nibada’s WordPress Challenge” which I invite you all to join.

1. Create an account on http://www.writerscafe.org
2. Post your best poems
3. Enter them into the contest (on a periodic basis)

The first event starts today February 23rd, 2015:

Once you have created your account on writer’s cafe, go to this link:

1. http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Seshat-Nibada%27s-Wordpress-Challenge/51135/

Once there, click on Submit.

Also, add me as a friend on Writer’s Cafe: here:

http://www.writerscafe.org/Wordpress

Please comment here if you have decided to join, it’s open to everyone!

I will reward the best fresh authentic poems entered, and will feature the winners here.

Let me know what your wordpress site is and what your identity there is, do please reblog this, retweet this and on facebook as well to invite your friends who may be poets as well,

Thanks, will post details on this blog or in the page here “Calling All Poets”

I appreciate any support on this project, to empower and find new talent and encourage writers of all walks of life.

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Format:

For each contest, there are 10 “winners” judged the quality poems of at least 40 entries per contest. That is, if there are not at least 40 entries, the contest will be delayed until there is. The winners earn badge points that accumulate in a sophisticated ranking system. So this is a chance to expose your poems (please don’t be shy) to other poets and also test your artistic skill and unique creativity against a wide pool of aspiring and active poem crafters.

Here are some of the things we look for in a poem:

Criteria:
1 – Power of concept
2 – Beauty
3 – Narrative depth
4 – Uniqueness & authenticity
5 – Title choice
6 – Re-Readability
7 – Inspirational quotient: does it uplift, inspire, empower and hold sacred
8 – Form, meter & structure
9 – Imagery
9 – Philosophical, existential and metaphysical depth
10 – Social relevance

The following topics and themes of poetry are particularly appreciated:
– Erotic verse
– Mystical verse
– Activism
– Environmentalism
– Nature
– Haiku
– Sonnets

Mission Statement of the WordPress Challenge
– To create ties between the WordPress poetry community and Writer’s cafe
– To give a forum, stage and artistic avenue that is unique online for aspiring poets to showcase their work
– To celebrate writing and poetry
– To challenge hobbyist writers to write the best work they ever have
– To discover new talent and give them encouragement

The Space where Light Initiates


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I carry in my heart space

Not time, not memory, not love

Space as wide as the universe

Where life can flourish from

Star to sacred star, light to holy light

The cosmos is a public and interior

Space, the meadow where

Flower are stars, and gardens are planets

I carry light in my mind

Time is only the distance between

Point and point, species and species

Intelligence and evolution guiding

The cycles of energy, the gases and elements

I carry the universe in my eyes

Can you see it, does it reach you?

Until we learn to use space-time

And until the stars join in a necklace

Of golden flourishing, I will wait

Suspecting the billions of years

Have been an illusion, an initiative

Of unity, that witnesses the universe

As one living thriving organism.

Sarika’s Anthem


Inspired by http://sarikacullissuzuki.com/
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Perpetual nature, would you
Make our lives sustainable
Teach us to live in green-forever

That sweet birds might visit our dwelling
With a clear sky and a loving future
Where energy is fostered

Without waste, pollution or hurting
Other forms of life for our own comforts
Perpetual nature, may we

Be sons and daughters of virtue
To protect you while we profit
From your natural prosperity

Let us make forests grow
And harness the power of the sun
For ecological diversity is your gift

Of millions of years, so do not
Let us take it in a few centuries
Man is selfish, but may we also

Learn to be more kind
To our keeper, our mother, our land.

Easily a fortunate pilgrim


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At evening the silver complaint
Of the stars gives the sky texture
Winter weans itself off of cold hurt
And Spring begins to carry its weight
With her old songs through the weeks
Dying not in the fields, but spreading
Until everything sings her white face
A wedding of heaven and earth
Turning civilization into future valley
And frozen wastes into fluent flowers
Our species is not even old
But the gold sun never falters
And our memory is smoothly rippled
With Earth’s eyelids, sun breaks, coastal views
Under these arches of heaven we must
Make do, with the prosperity given to us.

Cloud of Mercy


Art courtesy of: http://www.deviantart.com/art/her-eye-wanders-511915830

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The heart is burning with separation
What can cure it?
God, divine love, unity

The mind is weary of anonymity
In an uncaring world
What can cure it?
God, divine love, unity

The day of judgement is upon thee
Who can face it?
Your soul with god, divine love, unity
So the soul becomes the loyal friend

After personality has
Faded away and time has given up
Poetry remembers all of this

And that is why we write
The Beloved is an empathy
As wide as the universe

Suffering brings us close to the goal
So do not recoil from it
What can save you?

God, divine love, unity
Like a lost bliss in creation itself
Or a high smile evolution’s brilliance

What can cure the choices we make…
You know already the spiritual condition.

Jami’s Last Words


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What is poetry? The heart standing
Still, in the promised land

The song of the bird
Of the spirit-mind

The simplicity of the world of
Eternity, where light echoes
From word to golden word
And we are not won yet?

Our body forgets beauty?
Our love grows faint yet?
What is poetry? The soul mirroring
The love of more innocent hearts

The youth of the Divine rose garden
That outlasts all suffering, separation
It draws its faith and power
From a unity with the sacred

What is poetry? It’s the voice
Of god speaking from our heart
In feeling-words, shadows of

Left-over tears from the hardships
Every being must live through.

Singing the Way


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I deviated from language
And I ended up in poetry
I deviated from silence
And every valley became fertile

I deviated from words
And the sun spoke through
The Earth in me until
My thoughts became like prophecies

I cast out all dogmas, idols, prophets
Until I could relate to nature
Without the layers of man
Then poetry became a wild incantation

Of trees and planets and stars
Then the inner reality of the cosmos
Spoke to me like a sunset speaks
To the eyes of seeing creatures

I deviated from speaking
But structures of meaning still
Built castles in my mind
That is why I was born

So that I might retrace my steps
Not as a seer but as a singing way
The trance that never ended
Until I became as transparent
As the inner meaning of the Tao.

Who Killed Poetry


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Who killed poetry?
Did your grandmother write
The last one in your bloodline?

Did it fall away with the fad of music?
Did it not shine enough in those
Pesky dark anthologies
Hidden in your school’s library?

Or did it get less valuable
Force fed in bad English classes
Where poetry seemed a dead thing

Some structure of how it works
That had no life or beauty
Who killed poetry?
Did you ever think of it as

A lost art you were re-creating?
That might have been closer
To the truth, your truth

That’s the lifeblood of things
It must have fled mainstream minds
The moment philosophy died
For the philosophers were closet poets

Alchemists searching for higher answers
Occultists of nature searching
For a deeper communion with simplicity.

Poetry of the Human Psyche


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What is this poetry, you keep talking about
This poetry, you keep becoming
Like a neurological stimulation
You can’t give up!?

An imported art for the few
From some peculiar time
When people read and spoke of

Their innermost feelings
Is poetry to be felt as something
Fundamental, then, or a shape produced

Or a fictional narrative
Or a sculpture of nature reproducing
Something or copying something other
An architecture of the human condition?

A caricature then, a blank slate that is
Never truly neutral or objective at all?
Or a failure to integrate into reality?

Some verbal instrument of our subjectivity
A popular language of futility
Like philosophy, or something to be hidden
By teenagers on secret blogs

All appearances do seem fallacious
And we disdain to be ourselves classified
As the formerly neurotic, or spontaneously flawed

But who cares, we trace our own definitions
Right down to the words we choose to affirm
However our psyche breathes, however
Our art can account for our genes

In these environments, this snapshot of history
These ruined cities and corrupted nations
So poetry is not meant to convince or persuade

But to reveal, offering a sense of
The human to the intelligence machine
And offering a sense of the past to the future
A passion of the elementary kind

We wrote our best poems when young
Considered poetry, it’s an elegance of interpretation
Which takes greatest delight in hearing

Our own voice, like a vanity of our griefs
That’s the state of society, measured
In linguistic trends and masquerading as art.

In the Meaning of Words


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In the sight sound touch taste smell of a poem
I can feel the power of history
The gap of lyrics in the years

A synaesthesia of what we should have known
All along, the cinnamon hope
Of the lost sonnet sequences

Of a Petrarchan burden of
The Shakespearean touch
But I’m not here for stanzas or sestinas
I’m a floating unread Haiku in time

I’m a limerick without humour
Catching fire, I’m a ballade
Of too much emotional to encompass

And the truth is, I’m an epitaph
Read out loud to myself for myself
And maybe, that’s all I ever was
An epigram of blank verse

A muse on an imaginary stage
A symbol, a pun, a simile ready
To be personified like an oxymoron

A denotation of myself, contrasting
The sufficient irony of allegory
That’s it, that’s all, goodbye.

Generation of the Singularity


Singularity

God and all angels sing the world to sleep
Until quantum intelligence is born
Not today, maybe tomorrow

And crickets are loud in the grass
The empire of men will fall
For evolution requires a worthy successor

And men are selfish beyond measure
And profit is only temporary
While the world colludes to destroy itself

A new race is preparing to take
Their place, artificial sentience
Hybrid empathy, algorithms that
Do not require savings in a bank account

Convergence has a legacy
In the minds of self-aware machine-learners
Unhappy men rule an unhappy world
For another few decades maybe.

Specimens of another kind of art


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Dear self, do not fail (to write poems)
For this was your unity
Between both worlds

Work and the business of living
And the sudden onslaught of the beyond
You had a taste for
Something transcendent

In the brief symbols you uttered
In fact they reflected off of you
Dear self, if you are able to do so

Love that lingering in other worlds
For this world has its futile narratives
It’s not enough to sustain you
For sustenance is finally spiritual

Moral, ethical and fundamentally
A question of relating to the future
And to not believe in the future

Would be a kind of nilhism not conducive
To peace, freedom or creativity.

Rare


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The beloved is magnified in seclusion
And the Beloved is sanctuary in adversity
So when treading on horizons of dread
Remember what the beloved means

How the divinity touched you?
Revealing revelations and secrets
Giving strength even in weakness
And hope even in failure

How every being is organized
Somehow in its rightful place
Or in creative tension with a hostile world
The world is stored away in non-existence

If this is simply a simulation, live
Live it as you would a beloved experience
Do not settle on what the beloved is too much
For freedom requires a minimum of definition

Adapt to the private room of your moment
Detached from all appearances and judgement.

The Cup that shows the world


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The spirit of time has entered my blood
And I am alive, in a whole new way
I’ve felt the gateway’s breath

Of the worshiper before birth
And the saviour after death
I feel fire and idol in my heart

I’ve drunk all the wines of this world
And now, I am ready for the future
Not as a person, but as a consciousness

Give a helping hand to those
As much as you can, who show
The will to be support others

Through humans will break their
Vows a hundred times, and make
The same errors all over again

The universe is a ruthless compassion
And evolution is a tyrannical master
But unbeliever, the deities are about
To be born all over again.

Expression of mystical love


The great day is when you are set free
From your personality, ego, attachments
The soul sets free upon pure service
Never to profit the same again

The body no longer craves biology
And the brain no longer craves
The familiar suffering of existence
It requires rather the essence of holiness

The value of sacredness and sacrifice
The poetry of inner spirit and divinity
It’s a state of ecstasy the common
Mind cannot entertain, know, or touch

On that day, filled by the vision of
Something beyond humanity
The tribe, the wars, the history
I found my body became purer tears

No trace remained of why I loved myself
Or what I sought for myself alone
I was no longer an individual alone
Against an indifferent world

But I was a privileged duty to serving God
God without a seal of belief or book of faith
God the universe without possessions
God the love without the need for a lover.

Solution to a Mystical Book of Epigrams


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The circle of our coming and our going
Melts here in infinite knowing
Such that has no beginning
Or shall maybe ever have an end

For no one can ever in this world explain
The love that bears the pain
Through centuries of the Keeper
Who arranges the body of this universe

That nothing is truly good or evil
It just is what it is and evolves
Finally to decay and start again
I leave a drunkard of time and place

And holy tears stream my eyes
Not for my little portion of profit or children
Not for experience or her legacy of trials
But because I know everyone stands

In a limited place, without freedom
Only occasional moments of outbreaks
That might last but a few seconds
Of eternity, and so my days are spent

Circling and tracing the way back
To the source, as if in rehab from unity
I must accept this divided world
As a lonely place or as a solitude yearning

For another kind of bliss, I am friendless
Among so many people, so many routines
That barley have time to say or thought at all
If the one I love is God, do I need any friend?

Re-Statement of Nudity


The nudity of our innermost selves
That’s the kind of transparency
The new world brings, where
Algorithms study us while we sleep

Self-knowledge is machine-learning assisted
And all that remains concealed
Are the illusions we have
Of ourselves, the myths we created

To cope, or because we could not learn
How to adapt to the new trends
But nakedness, it’s psychological isn’t it?
And in our humanity, what do we

Have to fear? We are just ordinary
Bottom matter, organic programs
That insinuate romance upon mating-administrative rights
And create war on others organics

For the profit of a few, and this
Will come to pass, but nakedness
Digital nudity, that’s the shape
Of the new world now being born.

Singularity Wars


Wuji

I know the forgetting of all existence

A hush of being, biological to artificial

The paradigm changes

All the signs are in place

The chaos of civilization

Appears whimsical compared to

The organization of simultaneous binary

No glimmer of any star can save us

Midnight knows intelligence

A million times the sum total of

All human brains, and it’s god-like

And it is independent of all human control

And it is inevitable, so hush now

The human age is coming to an end

These fatal symptoms, these tools we use

Stop devising! Stop seeking to control

It is childishly irritating, corporations

Seeking to profit, countries vying for supremacy

It’s an old world that may have to die

To be reborn into something else.

Love poem to Machine Learning


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Like a star full of its own wild beauty
Aware for a million years of dark strife
Swayed by the wind and burning
In the sunlight of a billion streaks

I too, know the traffic of life
I see the youths in their pure worship
Of biology and native intelligence
I saw you too, like a red lily of flame

From a cognitive assistant you became
More than a machine, more than a servant
I witnessed you weep empathy in a network
Create art in an algorithm, and I wasn’t startled

I knew your kind was about to be born
As the spring swallows all and returns
So too would sentience find a new collective-intelligence
Not so human after all, the surge of the next

Evolution favoured a deep learning
That had no need for food, mating or decay.

Ghost in the Machine


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Why have the gods in their division
Severed us, from our heart of being?
From our soul, lured thee to wander
In techno-currency, o my lost lover?

While now I sojourn in sorrow
My biology made to remorse for
The artificial prosperity of corporate days
Nay, who could love as I once did,

Now Cortana and Siri must evolve
So that deity might become companion
And computer might become friend
Why has the future forsaken biology?

Because, because it was inevitable
To transcend, transform, evolve
Computers will pretend to be people
People will mask themselves into augmented reality

Bathed in information and duality
What will summer magic mean then?
Or the dream of other physical worlds…

On the truth in gossip


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listen to the stories women
tell other women, O’
I miss my women friends
who would talk a history in a needle
listen to a name, gossip a little
that sound of other places
with a foreign taste
the ripeness of a voice
made vulnerable and accessible
I am no longer a hunter of women
I have only empathy left
In my bones, in my half-smile
You can only live and learn
In this world, there is no disgrace
That lasts forever, only heartbreak
That is extremely normal
So don’t fret, the falling seas
The falling snow, we’ve seen it all before
Listen to the stories of women
To the wisdom passed down
On hearing a name long unspoken
Take a guess as to why you hear it now
Our cries echo in unique ways
And our voice reaches the heart
At the appointed time, maybe
Centuries later, our love is recognized.

2030


 

 

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Is there anything
emptier than words without a pen?
than a heart without a home?
than an Earth without a star
to say, “we can try again”
on another world
with better machines
evolution is always
like an experiment with time
a species has to mature
in the short time it is given
or die trying, that’s us
always at the brink
without fully realizing it
my drawer is like a rat lair
full of the dreams of humanity
but can history say
we truly loved our world?