Best Abidance Poems
To listen to the world with my silence,
And feel the breath of life move in an out.
To search this quiet with heart's abidance,
And touch the soul, to free the dark of doubt.
To see the peaceful motion of flowers,
As they dance in soft breezes without care.
Feel warmth from sun's light that gently showers,
Kneel at the altar of my soul we share.
In green meadows of my heart I will lay.
Caress my soul in holy interlude.
Within this silent calm I will stay,
And find peace in temples of solitude.
I'll calm the restless soul, quiet its storm.
Beautiful its world in its purest form.
contest solitary moments
2/3/16
music used..Once Upon A Time In The West
by Andre Rieu..violinist
Silence is the ultimate
In the praise's of the Lord
-------
It seeps' of servility
And tremble's
With authentic unbothered
Change
-------
But with Servility
Fore He hath given us
So much
For so long and so fully
--------
Well I commend thee
I give to Him all the praise's
And the dominion
Over man fore it is His privy
---- Never the Less ----
I shall give unto Him all of my
Abidance in being
Hail to all that which is His
In-order that I may be
Sanctimoniously entangled
And enthralled
Fore I am at His feet
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
From: "The Cross"
Xlribis.com book #106627
Rev. (NOV2013)
I do look at the ocean with longing
I have often seen that mass of water, ever since I was a child
I live, after all, on an island surrounded on all sides by a salty spring
Yet, now, looking at it, I do feel a sudden rush, it makes me wild
Looking at it, I do believe I am but the ocean's child
I wish I could build my own boat
A small one, with strength and resistance
On it, towards the world's limits, I would float
From Greece to Egypt, from India to France
A boat of strength, on it I would float, going where it wills, in good abidance !
Maybe I would find the king of mermaids
Maybe I would find the lost city of Atlantis
Why, maybe I would even find the world's most wanted caids
Why, my boat, my dream boat, it shall take me to my own Adonis
Yes, looking at the sea, I dream of mermaids, of a bold lover, in all, of peace!
Magic
Under your spell
I feel my heart swell
Like an infection
You’ve changed my whole direction
That channels my love into a section
Of unending
Unbridled bliss
Give me something
I never want to miss
Our sacred silence
Shall be our guidance
To preserve love in abidance
© Tim Hoffman
® Poetry and quotes from my Heart
All Rights Reserved
www.poetryandquotesfrommyheart.blogspot.com
It just got me thinking
That I can choose to
Just let go
Of the crown that adorns my head
And to shed off the robe of purity
Which envelops my body
Just to sink into the sinful sea
So as to enjoy in the material world
All the comfort that my frail body needs!
The virtue with which I perfume myself
Has turned odourless
The principles that I consume
Have turned tasteless
And the celestial abidance that I pray to
Has chosen to leave my altar!
And it all got me thinking
That I will have to keep on
Toiling and sweating
And doing such, with the spirit
Of a saint
Can get quite tough
As tough as would be
Flying a plane in the midst of
A powerful typhoon!
The idea of presenting myself, all bared
To life, to love, to use and to enjoy
As it would deem it best
Got me thinking of how
Pleasurable it would all be
And of how dull it is
While being all clad up in all sorts
Of virtuous principles!
It just got me thinking
But thoughts, as long as they remain so,
Bring no change and lead nowhere
While actions,
Always open up new doorways,
Leading to new sceneries!
Written on 26th Dec 2020
Performance of Duty
Is nature's Beauty
Without a king,
We face the open waters of raging oceans
Seated upon rafts devoid of oars!
Without a king,
We gulp as shadows dance in broad daylight
Holding power in between their grips
Sneering at us as we wonder at what shall
Be our fates!
Without a king,
We all become asylum seekers
There where other kings rule
Imbibed with spiritual abidance
To moral principles!
Kings lead by example
And since we are submissive to their will
Are we not kings and queens
In our own right?
Don't we have to be accountable to how
We are slowly killing Earth?
Or to how selfish and evil we can be
Towards those whom we envy?
Can't we be empowered enough
To hold out hands to those drowning in deep wells?
Can't we dress ourselves with the robes of virtue
And lift up those who are oppressed,
Or deprived
In a world which shall never belong
To any of us,
Whether we be its king,
Or its subjects?
Kings are those who maintain order, to allow
Continuity and sustainability
King are those who shine on their thrones
Chosen, lauded and praised by their people
But then,
Kings are also those who remind us all
That we are also made of royalty
And that we can be the unsung heroes and heroines
Of the script that we play in, leading anonymously
But,
Rejoicing of the feel good factor that such gives us!
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Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Written on 1/25/2022
Iron Balloons Concrete Skies
(PART 2)
The rising of iron balloons lifted into concrete skies
Fashioned on the hour filled, solid to the core
Defying gravity as they move on
Infinity looks back, far and away above causality
The restless day fills with bricks colliding frequently
Broken glass shatters as the casualty with related damages
Thick, green, shards look for objects to destroy
Rise to the alien worlds attention
More rounded than not, a shattered world survives nothing
Avoiding sharp edges, solids and liquids
Fluid in their movements
Colored orbs of iron growing heavier as they go floating
Balloons merge with concrete skies
Seen through neon trees perceived as oddities
Explored by astounded astronauts in wonder
Once discovered after midnight, which is always in existence
Observations on balloons are permitted by the crew
Limited operational parameters of planetary matters
Will be considered on underwater findings as well
Under scrutiny and compliance with the interstellar law
Such items found are not authorized to be handled
If discovered on the ground
Items can be looked at but not touched
Abidance of natural order must be trusted
To maintain the universe and pure science as perceived
Concrete ideas like skies have the final word
Iron clad, as it too has its pressure to do good
In the twinkling of an eye the sky collapses
Gravity eats its own
Black holes look for something to digest
Iron balloons can only do their best
We tend to get lost in words –
definitions; often words being
stretched or contracted
in accordance with personal
beliefs and intentions--predilections....
Take Nationalism,
in a sense, not conducive to
world harmony – take Christianity,
belief and abidance in Christ
in a sense, a form of Nationalism
fall upon spirit...and not the sword
of words –
I gobble up books of holiness
Hoping to find the clues to demystify this illusory mess
I do believe in my faith, to it I do swear abidance
I do believe in unity, in the fact that all holy doors lead to the same place
But I cannot help getting more and more puzzled about our world
Yes, the more I indulge in it, the more I find it as being so absurd
It seems not to care about our being
It seems to only wish to keep on revolving
See the dead bodies being buried in submissive grief
A sight it is, which does feel as cold as an autumnal shedding leaf
Time, in such a case, much needed and heeded
Is all that is left to hope to being healed
Autumn does give way to Winter
Winter does promise us all, the joys of Spring, the warmth of Summer
Similarly, our scars shall heal
Life, this world, of such, does readily will
But then, I like not life here
Amidst a sea of confusion does it steer
Confusion and un-mindfulness
See, it is bent on being even when it has struck us with distress
Such was how I felt
When I paused and wondered about those vines
Those vines growing on those headstones,
Those vines caring not about that which I lost
Everything has to come and go
I shall someday no more have a shadow
But life shall go on
Yes, on my headstone, life shall go on
On my headstone, life shall say in an uncaring voice
What's gone is meant to be forgotten
Look not at what lay behind
Rather, focus on what lies ahead!
25th September 2016
Contest: Overgrown with Vines
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Silence is the ultimate
In the praises' of the Lord
It seeps' of servility
And trembles'
With remote authentic'
Unbothered change
-
But with Servealty
-
Fore He hath given us
So much
For so long and so fully
Well, I commend thee
I give to him all the praise
And the dominion
Over man fore it is his privy
-
Never the less
-
I shall give unto him all of my
Abidance in being
Hail to all that which is His
In-order that I may be
Sanctimoniously entangled
And enthralled
-
Fore I am at your feet
GF
In the beginning, my life was a whirlwind of mixed emotions, longing to reveal
their true selves. As they built up inside of me, I was gasping for the feeling of
stillness and a serene moment, I was touched by heaven's angel, I began to
know a slight warmth overwhelming me. Though my heart and soul were trying to
reach the surface of hope to breathe a breath of relief from all of the long before
chaos. Many hidden feelings were and now are seeping through the many faces
of me. As I take a yearn for journey through steep and narrow but comforting
ways, I now come towards the end of this distressment and see the clear path
now taken... As it was lit for me as a sign brought from my own profound vitality, a
future known to be remembered by ones who can survive a lifetime of troubles
with undying affection from loved ones, ones who can face the trials ahead with
their head held high and insecurities and downfalls on low, years ahead to look
forward to, to pursue my dreams untold. To become someone who is
considerate and mindful of others impression, judgment, and beliefs, someone
who will achieve the impossible, and is known to mankind. As I get older, I
become more conscious of my surroundings and known of my past errors, I
once was and still maybe full of regret which I am not sure of, as it still may linger
in the presence of my soul. My elapsed 4 years ago will always remain in me. For
it will never leave me, as the abidance of the corrupt moment lives within me
always. As that special person was my guardian, counselor and mother. Many
reflections run through my mind, they scatter and separate while bewailing over
the losses and revive my thoughts of the gains throughout these years. The one
someone who is and always wil be my matriarch with wings. This is the existing
hope of her during my inner beliefs, for these are the many memories....
Twenty years in which to learn
Lessons great in value
Twenty years to be aware
Of what is real or untrue
All this time; I wonder if
I've spent it well enough
And what have I to show for it…
Is it merely piles of stuff?
Or something one can't easily grasp
Such as the love we covet
Given freely to someone
No misgivings or regret
By what scale, then, should we measure
The thing we call success?
I think it should be measured by
The people we have blessed
And how we've shown to those behind
The way to live a life
With grace and kind abidance
Through the times of trial and strife
©Donna Golden
June, 2005 (Written just before my 20 year high school reunion!)
Silence is the ultimate'
In the praise of the Lord
It seeps' of servility
And trembles'
With remote authentic'
Unbothered, unchanged
Severalty
Fore Hee hath give me
So much,
For so long and so fully'
That well,
I commend thee
I give him all the praise
And the dominion
Over man fore it is his privy
Non-the-Less
I shall give unto him all of my
Abidance in being
Sanctimoniously entangled
Fore I am at his feet
GF
Acknowledge Love
Regardless of fear
We love dear.
Living Love
Love an emotion
Life in motion
What is Love
Love between two
Affection both knew.
Godlike
Heplfulness is Godlike
Hatred I dislike
Divinity
Spirituality is divine
All Gods mine
Abidance
Preformance of duty
Is natures beauty.
Sure
Let be sure
For love galore
Feeling
Devoted in feeling
Injuries for healing.
Think
Thinking of Almighty
An understanding capability.
Follow
Follow the great
For extraordinary fate