Raging Waves Hiku 29
white foam floating on shore
raging waves crashing on reefs~
ocean`s wild dance.
Categories:
29, dance, ocean, sea,
Form: Haiku
over 2 years have past now.
i serve my time everyday,
not knowing my offence.
i work everyday to meet your needs.
how long lord, how long….
my beautiful Rachel.
i am not Jacob in this story,
i stand the place of Esau,
what was mine taken by Jacob.
still i will suffer for Rachel,
for the love that once burned hot in winter.
it has not yet been 7 years.
so is there still a slight possibility?
not only i be with you in dreams,
a life of fulfilled desires,
for it has only been a few days.
we were only children,
playing in the frosty air.
now we are young adults,
separated in this life that is unfair.
Categories:
29, anger, bible, break up,
Form: Free verse
white apple blossoms
thinking back
to gramma's apple pie
Categories:
29, eve, grandmother, nature,
Form: Haiku
O’ Mother!, take me back at last, receive
—(unclasped arms as vast as mine)—my embrace;
this longing, laughing love, the proof and grace
of my abiding for your shores.—I grieve
the lasting loss that shear struck—do believe
my grave and groveling art of disgrace,—
when ten years had but barely found their place
in my life. As with you then, now I leave
behind the home I’ve called as such awhile,
and answer your unbroken imperative:
anew with you! once more to your sweet heart!
I—through my candid, unshadowed smile—
effervesce—(so this is what it means to live!)
a new part! a chance for a novel start!
Categories:
29, celebration, happy, home, immigration,
Form: Italian Sonnet
The Lord God has profound truths
things secret to His majesty divine
for the Lord knows all things
in His eternal place, the living vine
This God has all divine authority
in heaven above and earth below
He is the one true ruler and King
all must bow before His throne, you know
To His own elect and saved people
He has revealed the truth of His own
for God, our heavenly father, loves us
as His son came our sins to atone
God's will is to reveal all His word
that His children know it, so to obey
this ever-living oracle brings life
to revive and sustain each day
Be thankful always to our God
praise Him for His eternal word
bo sure to obey this mighty Lord
take it in so your heart and soul stirred
(" The secret things belong unto the Lord our God: but those things which are revealed belong unto us and to our children for ever, that we may do all the words of this law.")
Deuteronomy 29: 29 (KJV)
Categories:
29, bible, god, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
I’m as a dare—If just you’ll come along,
and give my noble providence a shot,
seeing what boundless bounty might be got,
you’ll sing me a river, cry me a song.
So if you trust that I can do no wrong,
and yield yourself to untying this knot,
finding this vacant vessel full of thought,
you’ll sing me a river, cry me a song.
Another hint may here do well to tell:
I am music not written for the ear,
a painting—that I am—though not in view.
Being seen, being heard, casting my spell,
I fascinate; this is my blissful sphere.
So know you now, which fancy sings to you?
Categories:
29, allegory, art, metaphor, muse,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Deep dark clouds, blackened each other, and a darkened sky, unfolds
motifs taming tenth around an unbridled mayhem , a hardened solitary oasis
Unruly a mayhem, entropy to the fullest ecstacy - obscure a causal willy horizon, enjambment
An absorbed night and a maiden skyline trembling fearful and uneasy
Again and again, a sudden surge of lightened whims, whistleblower preposition
Lightning followed by lightning struck in series, cacophony of the call lit up the dark oblivion
Trembling and shaking, the tempest and the gala, in the twinkle of an eye, on and on
Darkest deep overshadowed the heap , black and the glory
The clouds and the thunderbolt , a sleepy sky , speechless and without a clue
Awakened all of a sudden ,a bit salt of the poseidon, turner of the muse and the seven seas.
Raga: Megh mollar
Taal : Trital
Composition (Bangla 1289)
Composition: (AC 1882)
Categories:
29, caregiving, environment, imagery,
Form: Free verse
summer winds softly
softly tear at the tissue
of sinking sunsets.
Categories:
29, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Haiku
As a snowy blanket descends over the city
I sit on a wooden bench,
Waiting patiently, watching
Snowflakes dancing and melting as they fall into my hand.
I feel your absence keenly,
As if I’m missing a vital limb.
We once thought love could turn the tide of the heavens and the earth,
That it could move the mountains and the seas,
Yet we were just a mortal couple,
A single snowflake in this stormy mirth
All destined to become water eventually,
Destined to flow apart like we have so painfully.
I’d promised to protect you forever,
To shield you with my heart.
I’d promised to never leave your side,
To take you, hand-in-hand
As we sailed the oceans of humanity together.
But when the sun’s rays broke the skyline
And all the snow gave way,
You left me for a better place, a brighter day.
Now I am left with just my memories,
Wispy remnants of your touch
And an empty aching heart,
Struggling to find devotion.
But still I sit on this bench, watching, waiting,
Remembering that although you are gone,
Our love nevertheless remains,
A unique fiery snowflake
Etched, deep into my veins.
Categories:
29, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Day after day for decades,
away the ocean waves wash
the Apostles pieces by pieces.
Hours by hours some projects
drain people's time and energy bits by bits.
Now, only 6+ Apostles left
Standing there smiley.
Who knows what has been going on
In that head under that beanie.
Does Australian feel sorry
For the Apostles gone missing?
I don't know.
Does any1 miss that stubborn person though?
Only time can tell.
33 bits 45 goodbye,
66 hardly spares the words "good night".
Categories:
29, devotion, emotions, feelings, nature,
Form: Free verse
Reaching into the
public consciousness
the words were given free
Blowing fresh holes
through blind consensus
nothing there to see
Reaching into
the common anthem
selling out for fate
Lost in the current
of tomorrow’s maelstrom
— passing heaven’s gate
(The New Room: November, 2024)
Categories:
29, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
What do I want so badly?
god of earth or of war?
Why am I falling so madly
for a torch when I once had a star?
When will my heart find its answer?
When will these blind eyes see
that my own indecision is cancer,
slowly eating the life out of me?
What is it I’m so fixed upon now?
Why can’t my blue eyes look away?
Is there something I’m supposed to do now?
I know the two things I should say.
There’s only one step left to take,
Walk forward, or backward, but still
Whichever I do, two hearts break
And broken hearts often can kill.
Categories:
29, betrayal, emotions, farewell, heartbreak,
Form: Rhyme
Seeds can grow to fill a pot
even if it seems to take an eternity;
A step up that staircase is still forward,
do you dare discount something small?
Tossing a coin back to the ground,
it was a gift you threw out like trash.
Buried in cushions or the back seat of the
car? They add up. Pennies matter.
Overtime that was passed over,
all of the hustles not started;
Small decisions huge consequences.
Basically you blew off a slow burn.
So focused on an quick fix,
did you really expect a solid batter?
You disrespected the base ingredients;
Progress AND the process blown off.
Buried in cushions or the back seat of the
car? They add up. Pennies matter.
Claim small victories hold them close;
Appreciate every intricate detail
as they quickly freckle your marrow;
Anticipation replaces hesitation.
The next move appears so vividly
that you take that giant toe length leap.
Buried in cushions or the back seat of
the car? They add up. Pennies matter.
Categories:
29, emotions, feelings, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Other
Unflattering Echoes
.for public domain
My echoes return
from barren canyon walls,
absent of the flattery,
I often seek from mirrors.
Categories:
29, self,
Form: Free verse
“There is no substance whatever which is by nature unlimited. There is no substance whatever which is of the nature of Reality. The very Self is the supreme Truth. There is neither injury nor non injury in It.”
all that is manifest, has a beginning and an end
unreal, a bubble of illusion, a thought projection
puppeteer unknown but puppets wish to ascend
therefore all spiritual practices require rejection
mind propels thought, impulsed by heart’s desire
so heart is where the ultimate truth may be found
at our core therein, ego is vaporised in a bliss fire
consciousness expands, we are no longer bound
presence discovers itself as an eternal living light
at peace, our formless awareness feels complete
possessing full freedom it’s radiance is pure white
suffused with God’s love, pulsating in bliss delight
mind cannot know the truth but soul can become
it is a metamorphosis, a complete transmutation
one with existence, we meld with the cosmic hum
bilocating thus breath by breath is our meditation
Categories:
29, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
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