"pattens" poems
I own a hula hoop
it's red with black and white racing pattens circling around the red
like something a person could use for a race
I own a hula hoop
shockingly i am not a little girl with pigtails who uses it
no i bought it at 19 at a fair
and people stared while i just didnt care
I own a hula hoop
not because it seems like a new age thing to do
or simply because its a good workout tool
no i own a hula hoop because i love the way it moves with me
i love the tricks and turns i can do with it
i own a hula hoop because it makes me feel in the moment
in turn with myself and my surroundings
it makes me want to buy another hula hoop
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
For many years I have grow you
seen such individuality of your leaves
your green and white stripes
elongated pattens of delight
it's like you have a bar code
on those slender leaves bowing to gravity
Every few days I water you
as you like little your plant food
just a sunny position on my window seal
does seem the magic to make you flourish
as I tend to you everyday
my sweet humble spider plant
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 5:25 AM UTC
Good-day writers readers and being of love and light, I speak to you
as Sananda spirit of love. I wish to anoint you inside your own power. To give you purpose to release dark judgements, fears and doubts to make room for abundance.
Your purpose at this time is to shed old mind pattens and old habits that don't align you with all of who you are.
You are sacred, divine eternal and filled with gifts when you head limiting thoughts.
The world is changing rapidly and there is no reason for dark energies to linger when you connect to the love present. Many beings who are in the eves unseen are of service to you so call upon them.
It is time to align with Mother Nature and all her allies who are of service to you as well.
Breath into the new energies knowing you are meant to transmute and stand in your power. If people are in your life that do not fit the bill for you to live gracefully with grace then let them go.
Let yourself soar as you are meant to in harmony bliss and with compassion for one another. Put down your weapons of hate, greed and separation.
All are one. All are One.
Blessings
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
On my eternal quest for love
I meander along
releasing layer after layer
of armor.
Some forged in past lives,
that harbored loneliness and abandonment.
Others in this life where spirits orchestration
gives challengers.
My quest for eternal light continues
as I hike along
releasing old mind-pattens
for new beginnings.
Sometimes dancing in sunshine,
where birds sing gracefully.
Other times crying to water
seedings of dreams buried.
Seeds, that now can sprout
in fields as I continue my quest.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
Verbal herbs infused with an om
I will create.
A soothing ointment for the world to hear.
I shall lace it with light song.
loving breath,
and the essence of lotus.
My herbs are free for the asking
just focus and breath it in.
Let it soak into bloodstream
and flood your heart.
Allow its mixture to enhance your being
by releasing old mind pattens unneeded.
Let it pour onto eyes aimed at precious mind
so doubts and fears are dropped.
My herbs are sacred permeated
from the loving shadows of angels
for inner peace to anchor.
Its remedy will reborn one
into their divine self.
Its cure will relieve
any troublesome journey.
Even that of the writer.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 7:25 AM UTC
Inside craters of mind I wander,
feeling fumes of dark energies rise.
Shadow figures embark
attempting to take sanity,
trying to drown self in sea of sorrows
where pity is infused in undertow.
Breath of inner resolve circles within
building momentum,
as standing position is taken
to conquer negativity.
Reprograming process commences
as craters become basins of light.
Deep breath integrates voice
saying farewell to dark
Hello to self love.
Inside pause under moon rays,
warrior within takes over.
Affirmations fly
as each word
is knife of power. cutting away dark.
“I’m a trooper who shall never give up.”
“I will conquer demons from past lives.”
“I believe in self and am sacred.”
Canyon of heart resonates
with power phases enkindling peace,
in all cells as mind pattens of past sadness
find exit route with another breath.
Light hugs inside delicate song
ridding self of baggage of loneliness.
And freedom rings while heartbeats plays
Never alone. Never alone, evermore.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC
There’s a pattern in our lives.
The moments where things are fine,
We forget to write and express our minds;
Until the sad days come around.
When these sad days come around,
We search for ways to free our souls
From any darkness or any hurt
That we have to feel once again.
Wishing these pattens of highs and lows
Wouldn’t come back again and again.
But what is a life, without hurt?
What is a life with pure joy?
Our happiness comes from sadness.
To feel happy, we must go through pain.
Believe it our not, it’s the steady game.
The game of life, the patterns
Of sadness and happiness always shifting.
n.n
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
i like to watch the fireworks flying way up high
a fantasy of lights flying in the sky
making different shapes a work of art above
i like to watch the fireworks its something that i love
exploding in to space with pattens all around
as i look above watching from the ground
lighting up the sky lighting up the night
bringing so much fun that fills me with delight
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
She woke to the sensation that her body had abandoned her
Lips frozen in a sentiment she didn’t understand
Legs so accustomed to fleeing they became circles
Unable to open her eyes, she felt. Listened.
She soon realized, despite feeling as though she did not exist,
she could sense heat spreading to her from an exterior source
This meant two things:
1. There remained a piece of her still tender enough to experience warmth
2. She was in opposition to an exterior, meaning she herself contained an interior, which saved her from the frustration of being caught somewhere in between. Sparked by these perceptions, she inhaled, or became aware that she was inhaling, and that she possessed a nose, in which she smelled cement. Pattens began to form inside her eyelids, dancing and slithering, tempting her into sleep, into undoing all the hard work she had done to exist. Her eyes flew open, thrusting her back into the body she felt she could not trust.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 3:53 AM UTC