Beckon Poems - Poems about Beckon

NEW DAY BECKON LIGHTS- MB

	New Day Beckons Light

New day from the darkness
We awaken in His strong arms;
Open eyes, heart and mind, thanking God;
Elohim Father on this side of the earth,

Yet omnipresent, omnipotent everywhere He so shines;
Greater a new day dawn
Our Father He's our light;
May your awakening be reverence holy secure and bright;

May you have a blessed triumphant day?
Daughter of

To Beckon Beauty

A craftsman's bowl in glass
    resting on the table
  Unsure if for dainties meant
    or for short-stem flowers, its intent

  Her sides reach outward, fingers
    beckon beauty to enter there and stay 
  No takers found she, but her spirit unbowed
  

Rainbow Scales Beckon Me

Going inward
Receiving moments of grace
While time unfolds
Touching your heart with my breath
An expansion
Doorways to enter

Each gift revealed through my willingness
Vulnerability my partner
Coaxing me towards unimagined pleasure and pain

Letting my mind expand
Memories of days 
Exploring and discovering
Baiting my first hook
My Father’s deep voice guiding me

Watching his strong hands
Red wigglers in dirt
Alive in a styrofoam cup
We bait

Autumn Colors Beckon

Autumn colors beckon me
as I follow a spunky squirrel scampering into the woods.
The forest welcomes me as an old friend
that hadn't visited in a long while;
triggering a release of endorphins.
My excursion gets noted by a jaunty woodpecker;
tapping out a distant drum roll as I navigate
through a sea of crisp, crunchy leaves obscuring the trail.
The air

St Kabeer Couplets 5: Fruits Ripen Should Time Beckon

Slow down thy mental meter,
Slow and steady things happen,
Pour ye may pots of water,
Fruits ripen should time beckon.
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Dhire dhire re mana, dhire sab kucha hoye,
Mali sinche sau ghada, rtu aye phala hoye.

This couplet emphasizes on the importance of patience in life. Learn from nature, it says. Nature is never in a hurry, and still

Bliss Beats Beckon

To walk the talk over burning hot coal
Tests the mettle of God-bestowed free will
Debate ensues between ego and soul
By hammer and tongs, shaped on the anvil

Hesitation signals we’re not ready
Looking at how to better our morrow
Unable yet to hold love’s flame steady 
Self-serving instinct cause of our sorrow

In the playground of life, as we do

Slaughtered Self-Esteem

Maybe, wrongly,
But I tell you, strongly,
I’m beginning to reckon
That to one we often beckon,
We our self-esteem erode,
And our flesh corrode,
And the very guy goad,
To on our shoulders drop a load,
Weighing a thousand grams of neglect,
And another of disrespect,
Any soul should last expect …
With its awful content one can’t inspect.

How does one now smiles beam,
With a

Skies Beckon

soft blue skies beckon
            for a flight to be taken
                I see clearly now


Heidi Sands

6/17/21

Beckon

Speak to me in silence
or add color to your moat.

The Crocodiles glisten hungrily,
adorned, with a few laps more to go.

The rocks show a crystal promise.
Of your ebb and flow, water curtain 
curtailed by still, a skin of
uncertainty below.

Your depths although bottomless
have a familiarity, something 
homeward, 
something that adventure rests on, that invites me
to that bridge

Plants In Pots Beckon

Plants in pots inside 
like pets in pound
beckon for attention.
Like chicks in nest they screech and squeal
with open beaks, skyward
begging for worms and morsels in mum's beak

Plants in pots are dependents
totally reliant on you.
More mouths to feed
more wilts to water
more bugs to squash
more dead-ends to clip and prune.

Sometimes I wonder: Are they worth it?
But their

Does Ever Eternity, Mortal Souls Beckon

Does Ever Eternity, Mortal Souls Beckon

Does ever eternity, mortal souls beckon
We in fragile shells, its calls so deftly defy 
Because of our deep lusting, dark set, and wanton 
We seek our malignant pleasures before we die? 
In our vast swirling soup of craven vanities 
Our own dark deceits imprison our aching souls 
Life culminates, dreams

New Dawns Beckon

As dormant nadis open
new pulsations felt within
the feeling though strange
is calmed by bliss ignition

With our lower mind rested
and ego craving quietened
we embrace each surprise
as bliss throb is heightened

08-September-2020

When Your Eyes Beckon Me

 where crystals gleam 
i want to lie

where the scented lily opens
reveals its stamen
tender as babies breath

as unavoidable as our sun's and moon's provocative union 
as desirable as a cooling undertone on a hot humid day
as necessary as the blistering heat
a dream yet to be dreamt

womanhood sings 
and i respond in kind

climb beyond frozen minds
where

Could Peace Beckon

113
Could peace beckon
Calling from the
Ocean depths
On wind with
Regrets
Outside
Us all
Clamoring
To come from 
Behind and bite
My tale

Other Worlds Beckon

We are drawn to other world created  by the imagination 
Let u not doubt those worlds exist 
Moving through the pages of fantasy novels
One is exposed to the ver essence of exsitence
For who can tell us what to dream 
Enjoy your reverie!

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