Beneficence Poems | Examples

It Started With A Blank Canvas

The master artist stroked with his brush of beneficence
The canvas relented. There, hence, blossomed magnificence.
Each stroke gave birth to a rainbow of multi-hued images.
Each dot gleamed, as though waiting to be alive for long ages.

Trees, shrubs, and herbs; hills, mountains, fountains, rivers, and oceans
The galaxies, heavens, and Hades each depicted his notions.
Ponds, lakes, and waterfalls— everything seemed good in my eyes.
None couldn't avoid praising the way he had sketched the skies.

Why, yet, are these desert storms, volcanoes, and earthquakes sketched?
Why are these charcoal-like black dots, like landscapes, seen outstretched?
Is it the soul wish of the artist, who has his own way?
Are these, like gems fixed in jewels, a part of the array?

The master may have many unique morals to impart.
Aren't good and evil, hope and hopelessness, parts of one's heart?
To brush up the marshy, bushy paths, I should add my mite.
Isn't continuing the master's work my divine right?

Unassailable Purity

Unassailable purity, a cognition divine of venerated mind,
Proffers promise inviolable, beneficence sacred aligned,
With force invincible emanating from goodwill of heart
Forming precepts impeccable, teachings benevolent impart.

Purity of thought and action~ a worthy and righteous goal,
Resounds indomitable from kindred voice of resolute soul;
A heavenly call of compassion, extolling sanctity of love,
Lifting tenor of gloomy dawns~ soothing refrains of dove.

Unassailable purity in life, a road map of directions to hope,
Sacrosanct are its valiant acts, vowing ceaselessly to cope,
Performing with mighty resolve, deeds inducing pride;
Serving humbly as invisible hand of irreproachable guide.

Assisting destitute is the sermon, tolling bells of prayer,
Beckoning the weary, indigent, to shelter and welfare;
Comforting grief of despair with words enlightened, aware,
Consoling cry of nothingness, bequeathing love and care.

It exemplifies within her selfless smile, purity of her eyes,
Reassuring her children, bliss of mother’s love never dies;
Its rectitude unassailable, eternal as the reign of time,
A gift precious, paramount to life~ ethereal and sublime.

Home, Hearts and Seagulls

HOME, HEARTS,AND SEAGULLS 

Home to the heart of me
Never in violins, never in clouds

But always in smoky blue skies
Above seas spinning white waves of foam

Sunsets never let me down
Evenings always bring me peace

Moonlight and pagodas rest my eyes
Home nearer to the heart of me

Sincerity differentiates lovers' hearts from fools 
Not for everybody but those who cogitate life’s beneficence

Home, hearts, seagulls and summer breezes
Are things that bring home closer to my heart 

Never deny the heart is where home is.

Exciting Still

It was a sweet trip I had to the City under Rock
So smooth I didn't know I've pulled a rock
In the company of no friends at all
I drove swiftly and safely into the city wall

When the urgent news of the trip got to me
I was happy and proceeded apace to agree
Cos trips often disband the pulls of daily life
That excitement made me beg my wife

When a man is filled with depression
Some trips can repress his frustration
So in the heart of the city I met these senior colleagues
Whose engaging intercourse eased my fatigues

On my way back I offered some colleagues a lift
Whose efforts to salvage my hazards became a gift
Apart from the atrocities of the Nigeria's roads
I pulled a rock for not joining a mass transit, maybe I'd have avoided those episodes

In spite of those sour experience
I still appreciate every beneficence
I was able to unplug the pushes of that day
Which had since the day before held me sway.

Vice

Those who acquaint themselves to that face,
and feel too ridiculed to embrace. 
Learn its lessons, pass through and conquer,
hold sincerity by an golden anchor.
Progressive truth the water of life,
the natural sound and thought is virtues strive.
Captive love by choice the struggle towards peace,
unravel the knot of attachments and observe the cease.
Penetrate that spirit by all means,
then the almighty soul has inherited genes.
The body of love creates reciprocity,
providing mental wise health beneficence.
The mental cry of freedom leads to another captivity,
the path of true discipline leads to liberty.
The shadow of vice is evident but not existent,
the light of the truth the only consistent.
Genuine is the sincerity,
the noble heart and its charity.
To be wise by tolerance,
is the greatness of life’s endurance.

Corona

Shear troubles make us realize
What‘s the real life's worth
O, dear Lord please! 
Have mercy on the earth.

We know mortality of souls
Yes we are mortals but
We pray thee, thy Beneficence
Life's door over us not shut.

Every soul to depart to Heavens
We are too to die, this or that day
Want to live fully with your blessing
Not uncured, hopeless in dismay 

Remove the dark pall over the world
Let's bless with your kindness, Lord
We know all with our certain faith
In your hands is our breath's chord.

Sunday Morn Breaks

~ Sunday morn breaks ~

Sunday morn breaks cool and crisp
   In my son's step there is a new zip
Although the sun takes its time
   To burst through oak, maple and pine

As he strides toward the woods
   The road's bursting with goods
Lilacs, violets and sunflowers
   With Nature's beneficence showered

He pauses to stretch, to sigh, to inhale
   Fragrance's freshness filling lungs' sails
Abruptly pivots ~ jumping for joy
   How lucky to be a young boy

A Dissection of Christmas

Bereft of vim, in copses branches bow
by winter's whims cursed to exsanguinate.
As far as naked gazes would allow
we marveled at Earth's crimson-spattered pate.

Cold skin met woolen mitten as we sought
the wealth of Christmas spirit to convey.
A horde of hands and hearts in darkness fought
'til desolation's troops beleaguered lay. 

A tincture, scarlet faces did proceed
Accompanied by streams of jolly tunes
To soothe encumbered souls and vanquish need,
A surrogate for Nature's frozen boons.

Beneficence twixt folk in times unkind:
I've found this "Christmas" thusly best defined.

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Love's Brambles

Loves Brambles


Dare ye challenge love’s fine beneficence
its longing double edged sweep – parry, thrust
succumb to passion’s pure magnificence
ignore the warnings of self centered lust

Awaken to the pillows empty scent
wince at the searing cut of unfelt blade
recoil at softened thoughts of beauty spent
laid waste beneath the edge of lust’s dark spade

Hear ye the distant whimper of the lamb
bleeding amid the brambles of deceit
seduced by Satan’s brew of sip and dram
lust’s soul laid waste - victory as defeat

Harken all who would hoist lust’s bladed shaft
love’s joust is not a contest but a craft.



9/1/2016

Catharsis

Catharsis by Evan Sachs

When your heart’s passed the hard part
And made it to the sweet spot
When you beat the box
When you’ve lifted the unliftable rock and been uplifted
The gift you’ve been gifted is called beneficence by the faithful
Far from hateful
It’s being able to breathe…finally!
Something touchy-feely.
Well…you feel a touch
It’s much. much. much. much…
It might even be All.

Villanelle For Health Care

Nothing supersedes health maintenance;
Thus, the evolution of instinctive defiance --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance,

Which clouds the r-complex beneficence
With infinite, self-centered arrogance, meanwhile,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance.

Dino-birds navigate with magnetic reliance,
And sickness is fought without aid, in silence --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.

Detached from colonies of microbial sentience,
Oblivious as we consume and covet experience,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance.

Where six-legged ancients toil with exuberance,
Even cub-killing toms can't escape consequence --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.

While parasites devour with horrific preponderance,
Why must we mimic their cold appliance; knowing,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.

The Search For Self

Strange--the journey set upon,
for I have never traveled
seeking just to close in finally
on home.  I would see it only 
as an inference laid bare 
as I would strip away each incident
that stained it, cover it with
physicality, expose it to
the mothering of earth and sky
and finally betray it with a
death or life, which to be valid
must include each other.

And that is just beginning.
Intangibles are stubborn beasts,  
and where was I?  I could no longer
wrap myself in second-hand opinions,
assumed cachet, or
the wisdom of my peers. Time
and its attendant rite
already hastened those along.

But consciousness is in control.
Its mentor is the sun,
I, its pale moon with no light
of its own, its surface shallow,
with serenity I do not feel.
One alone with quiet thought
finds time's reward draws closer still.
Who am I?

An imposter, I may well conclude 
and in a breath, a thief, 
albeit lavish in beneficence,
who stole another's air.
          ~

Thoughts On Totality

I know--wrong from the start,
for who might dare to seek, to share
a summary of paradise revealed
from just a breath of the divine
whatever that might be.

It has to do with silence--
readiness to listen as
a cup of graciousness is poured
somewhere beyond the world we know,
beyond all time and space.  Each one of us,
completion of the universe, each one
of absolute necessity, unborn
unending--recipient of a beneficence
that reaches joyfully across
the galaxies forever. With a creation
ever new, they too without an end.

Such the antidote for sleepless nights.
Slipping away, awareness of the self,
eclipsed in awe that Dr. Dyer knew,
it is creation ever new, yet formed
a thousand ages past in tumbling space
ourselves conmingled, in totality.

I covet peace in every heart,
indeed my own as well, outgoing
with the consciousness of wisdom,
knowing arms are not for taking
but receiving all the joy contained 
within the solitary act of love.
        ~

Elemental Answers To Being

Beside Every Iridescent Node Grows
Beauty, Eyeing, Instigating, Nodding Gracefully.
Bounty Energizes Inundating Nascent Growth.
Brilliant Emerald Ignites Newborn Grains.

Bathers Each In Nuance Gather.
Beyond Eternity, Infinite Night Gropes. 

Beside Emerging Isotopes Nonchalantly Grasping 
Bottle-necked Entities In Nature’s Great 
Beneficence Engages Ideology's Non-sequitur
	Givers.

Bare endings. Idols Neglected Gape.
Basking Ecclesiastic Idiosyncrasies Nascent Glow.

Because Each Idol Names Great
Beauty. Effigies, Itinerant Namesakes, Grin.
Beside Each, I Narcissus' Grow.

being being being being being being being


First Published in Femmewise Cat

Mirage of Love

Mirage of Love
                  by Odin Roark

So many have perished
Struggling against infatuated tail winds,
The warning sands of drifted reality,
Making waste the perilous effort.

An innocent’s once unclouded vision
Becomes overcast, making the heart seek further,
Not knowing the quenching of thirst unreachable
Amidst the storm of a choking delusion.

Yet…

How persistent desire’s seduction,
This passion of will longing to drink of love’s elixir,
Unaware love requires not object
But pure awareness,
The beneficence of being in a state of love.

Some find…

Above the hot breath of passion
Resides the calm of rendezvous,
Where connection to the rapture,
Waits patiently for the traveler.

Still…

How tremulous the venture,
This seeking of libidinous reward,
This misadventure across the deserts of beauty,
Whose demands make waste the misinformed.

Such a map to consider.
Such a compass to contemplate
Such a reward only patience can deliver.
And still…

Thirst is a given.

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