It’s only natural


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Your heart and my heart
They are not strangers my friend
We have met before, many times
Across the tenderness of the wayward sun

I’ve known you at dawn
I’ve known you in sunsets
While our minds are tourists
Our hearts were conversing

Not like lovers, but like seekers
You can run from anything dear
But life is where we meet
In the filled closets of our lives

Stupendous and terrified
Temporary and mortal, so vulnerable
I recognize it all in your eyes
I’ve been catching happy viruses from you

Out in the stars, laughing at how
Remarkably contagious all good things are
Where our spirits kiss in the moonlight
That’s where I want to stay forever.

A Capsized Life


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Capsized with Lightning

I want to catch edible stars
The kind that spill rare
Emotions, like gratitude
Or buttered up moods like
Wonder, gracious young-wonder
That fill your mind with

Wild fragrances, associations
You haven’t felt in years
I want the currents to pull me
Beneath the moon
Where the nets break
And I’m a prey to intense amazement

Where the masks fall off
And the veils are torn
In the poverty that deepens us
And you think of me as strange
But suffering has been kind to me
I’ve actually grown more sensitive.

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To one of my new favorite portrait photographers: http://m0thart.deviantart.com/

Friction of Pure Being


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Aware of Moving Poems

We are moving poems
We don’t have to speak
To be acknowledged
Sometimes, we just sit

And watch the world
So much beauty, so little time
We don’t always realize
Each cell, each plant, each flower

Each star, touches other
Cells, planets, flowers, stars
Other human beings, that’s
How literature works,

That’s how the world is made
We are like moving poems
That do not need to create
For by existing, we are creative

We do without do
And influence without trying
By your very matter of being
You matter and radiate

The you-ness of your energy
It doesn’t take an effort
To live our one nature fully
But it comes out, in unspeakable ways

Surprising even the watcher
Time leads us to new poems.

Featured artist:

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Blue-sun-525756530

Repetition of Art


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Plunder the Influence

We aren’t finishing lines here
We are writing about love
Whatever we write
It’s there like alchemy
Writing the history of art
Over again with each poem

There is no grasping for wisdom
It’s summarized by the synthesis
Of what came before
Like culture evolving
Like a more refined perception of beauty
To sit in the chair called “witness”

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Where wonder is endlessness
Born, again and again
We are writing about love
Because it’s what is in the oven
Our womb breathes it
We aren’t finishing lines here

We are just living, doing what we love
Mourning the loss not knowing sooner
It’s a state of wonder
Overtaken by light
Black windows facing the future
With drift, descent, speed

And the mutual influence
Of reciprocal silence
Communicating in subtle gesture
The incommunicable.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Traveler-525752443

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

Wuji’s Moonlit Night


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Facing snow, I sparkle with winter
Like tiny diamonds, carrying
Away my grieves, useless

Worries of the solitary snowflake
Falling ragged through the clouds
Snow dances with my feet

In the whirling wind, not green
The stove and my heart still
Look fiery red, through I cannot

Sit to read my books for grief
For grief is a dying thing
And Wuji hangs low with moonlight

Tonight, I watch the cosmic chambers
Alone, they don’t sink low like
They used to, when I was an astrologer

I do not see the jade arms of the stars
But together in brightness, through
The empty window, tears dried up.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/cuentos-de-domingo-427949260

Wuji’s Anthem


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I have so much love
The mystic kind of surreal wishing
For others to evolve
For their soul to burst forth

Before me, dips Eternity
Like the returning Moon
You stamp me with your kindness
I am, forever grateful

I am Wuji, spirit of Immortality
I bless you with the Eternal’s wedding
In your little heart
I bank the Gods, I converse with angels

I have so much love to give
You and I are the Term between
Self and unity, self and other
But what is the self, but a kindness to others?

Dissolve the separation between us
That is what I was born to do
You stamp me with this knowledge
I am, forever in your debt
I am Wuji, golden Nightingale

I am Wuji, boundless song
I have so much to say to you
Invisible is the spirit between us
Yet all-pervasive with a sweet Bliss.