Best Acceptant Poems
Here now within mind-body, we respond
as infinite bliss bubbles burst within,
forging with holy trinity a bond,
in heightened rapture, residing therein,
benign ignition, throbbing on our skin.
Acceptant spirit stands still, as voids fill,
the divine current does blessings instil,
with our form in fullness thus magnetised,
being gently shaped upon the anvil,
becoming in good time, God realised.
13-November-2021
Categories:
acceptant, joy, spiritual,
Form:
Dizain
before we amble
muse upon the preamble
that entity ascension seeking
is encased in mind body matrix limiting
we have for engagement two polarities
external turbidity internal serenity
former is domain of our ego
latter love osmosis slow
on an as is where is basis
we begin with our body chassis
going in within into our heart center
gently feeling so intuiting how joy canters
desires beget thought as of our affirmation
birthing dream worlds as manifestation
cessation then our path optimal
beholding within a miracle
silent witness our presence
senses stirrings of love innocence
felt distinctly in form as magnetic heat
ineffable throb of rapture that has us upbeat
a word of caution here about the energy path
unless each nuance felt as a holy sabbath
aspect acceptant thoughts decadent
cannot navigate the bliss precinct
ego grasps whilst love connects
thus our stance within must be erect
head and heart melded in quiet alignment
resonating with our conscience in contentment
reworded we may say that we must fully let go
of attachment borne cravings of our ego
for we are not this limited mind body
engulfed in narrowness shoddy
back to business joy magnetism
expands slowly bridging all chasms
chakras many but lets not instrumentalise
our child within delighting in unfolding surprise
suffice to mention once blockages are clear
throb of bliss within each pore spears
we be to become bliss essence
radiating love fragrance
28-January-2021
Categories:
acceptant, love, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Je m’adresse au mystère du temps,
Es-tu mon ennemi ou mon meilleur ami? Je n’ai jamais réalisé avant ce moment que les enfants n’ont pas de conflit avec toi. On n’entend jamais un enfant se plaindre qu’il n’a pas suffisamment de temps. C’est donc évident que c’est l’Adulte en moi qui a tous les problèmes.
Je me demande d’où vient la notion que 24 heures ne me sont pas suffisantes et que j’ai le droit de me sentir ingrate. J’ai tenté à plusieurs reprises à m’établir des objectifs, des priorités, des suivis. J’ai toujours mieux réussi avec la partie À FAIRE, mais moins bien avec la partie pour célébrer mes réalisations ou même d’en faire le bilan. Ce n’a pas toujours été gai entre nous deux. C’était plutôt à sens unique et toujours travailler travailler travailler. Rarement jouer.
C’est le temps de faire la paix avec toi. Je ne peux pas vivre le reste des jours fâchée contre toi ou continuellement à me sentir inadéquate.
Ces jours-ci je pense à ce que je laisserai derrière moi, mon patrimoine. mon héritage. C’est évidemment un projet massif que je veux entreprendre avec des blocs et des piliers. J’aimerais donc devenir amis afin de travailler en équipe.
Je pourrais peut-être commencer chaque journée en acceptant que, si tout va bien, j’aurai 24 heures comme tout le monde. Qu’est-ce que je veux accomplir durant ces heures et qu’est-ce qui peut attendre à demain, si Dieu le veut.
Je suis bien contente d’avoir eu notre discussion.
Translated from my poem LETTER TO TIME
Posted on May 15, 2021
Categories:
acceptant, introspection, stress, time,
Form:
Prose
Acquisitive anguish arising within my acceptant abyss
The creatures that lurk within the deep
Are without hope and sustenance
I awake aimlessly with thoughts that have gone awry
Every nuance of my being accumulating auspicious hell
For amidst the atrocious abdominous appetites
I linger in a lachrymal graveyard levitating leviathans
Craving for more absolutistic ambient assuage
Adoring and absorbing your aesthetic appetency
Accepting your allure of ambitious alienation
And yet I absolve you from all your atrocities.
Oct.08.2019
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Categories:
acceptant, deep, desire, longing,
Form:
Free verse
The drops of nature
Nature is beautiful, powerful, logical…
Give 1 drop of kindness…
It would end up domestical.
Nature is glamorous, fabulous, adventurous…
Give 2 drops of awareness…
It would turn affectuous.
Nature is inspiring, adorning, breathtaking…
Give 3 drops of love…
Its roots will then start burgeoning.
Nature is sweet, complete, discreet…
Give 4 drops of respect…
Its favors in return, no mortal can beat.
Nature is elegant, acceptant, conservant…
Give 5 drops of humbleness
Its response would be nurturant.
And we can keep on adding drops…
Of excellent qualities….
Nature has fields full of crops…
And oceans of bounties.
Categories:
acceptant, nature
Form:
Rhyme
The children have grown and flown, our nest is empty
The family sits together no longer on the dining table
Walls resound no longer with their chirpy chitter chatter
Yet a strange emptiness radiating peace fills our heart
Accepting with gratitude the natural transition of life
Recognising we would never choose to have it otherwise
Living in the moment, in a mode of embrace and release
We have been blessed with the wisdom of the ancients
That the children born to us are on their own soul journey
Momentarily entwined with us in linear time upon earth
Just as we were too with our parents who are no more
With all that we can hold on to being memory we retain
Thus not with regret but in a mood celebratory, we applaud
Our children’s growth as they embark upon their life quest
For we all are in truth the children of God who so nurtures
Guiding us gently and enabling us as of prior soul agreement
That plays out as destiny while we slowly refine our responses
Thus we rest now in peaceful contentment in our empty nest
As our children’s priorities shift we hear not from them often
Yet vibrationally we always remain ever connected with them
The elixir of love transcends limitations of space and time
A love that is unclinging, giving, unconditional and acceptant
Our lives too go on as ordained in our vibrant sunset years
So beauteous is the magic of life playing out like a lucid dream
We are truly blessed!
08-May-2023
Categories:
acceptant, children, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
celebrating the gift of life
receptive and acceptant
mode vibrant nonchalance
surrendered to life’s flow
presence is centred in bliss
whose each hue is new
as it within us does renew
the outer follows the inner
in intuitive playful motion
resonating with vibrations
that emanate from the void
distilled by our radiant heart
there is nothing to be done
save embracing and releasing
the pulse of divine magnetism
cascading within body vessel
in a time stretched continuum
14-April-2023
Categories:
acceptant, joy, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Let us take a chance
and soften our stance,
in acceptant mode,
with heart our abode.
Urges manifest
at ego’s behest,
we choose to disown,
as seeds we have sown.
Our vaporised self,
this way frees itself,
by feeding not thought,
that’s ego begot.
Dwelling in the void,
sees desires destroyed
and as the mists clear,
bliss beats within spear.
Magnetic rapture
mind cannot capture,
transmutes body-mind,
now with love aligned.
29-July-2022
Categories:
acceptant, spiritual,
Form:
Jueju
We have a yen for zen,
for we are a poet,
choosing to sing our song
without inhibition,
taking mankind along.
We have a yen for zen,
so follow not the herd
but carve our path through life,
moment to moment thus,
joyous, aglow, bliss rife.
We have a yen for zen,
free from fear and desire,
with malice towards none,
acceptant and at peace,
knowing we all are one.
We have a yen for zen,
so abide in silence,
connected to our soul,
dispersing love and light,
here in our earth life role.
12-May-2023
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Categories:
acceptant, joy, peace, poets, silence,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
They were a different breed, in thought as the coffee grinds
Gentler souls, dreamers with artistic minds
More acceptant than the average man
Substance goes farther than image can
And I wondered why in these troubled times
Of violence hatred and senseless crimes
Couldn’t we have a world summit at a coffee house
I talked to a man who prayed for peace
And a girl who wanted all war to cease
Not like Washington I wanted to scream
People think and people dream
And I wondered why in all this turmoil
With our young bearing guns on foreign soil
Couldn’t we have peace talks at a coffee house
I listened to the morning news
It made me sad, gave me the blues
Storms, violence, disease, starvation
Governments seeking domination
And I wondered why in our darkest hour
And nation’s leaders obsessed with power
Couldn’t we change our world from a coffee house.
I stepped inside to find a book I sought
Found myself immersed in thought
There were poets, dreamers and works of art
People whose words came from their heart
And I wondered why in this time of strife
As our leaders devalue human life
Shouldn’t we listen to the dreamers at the coffee house.
Categories:
acceptant, introspection, lifeworld, me,
Form:
Narrative
Like a bat, I fly in lands not my own
I flutter into the unknown
In a black hole in space…
Embrace me now…
Give me glorious grace…
Show me somehow…
I’m a legit poet…
I’m not up in the charts, posting youtube videos everyday
But, I try and be a positive outlet
Positively negative…but, I let go and let live
I try to be positive, hopeful
Not negative, not-so mopeful
Arrogance and pride isn’t on my mind
Humility and numbness left me behind
Drums...get the beat in…
Violins…strum on – the strings are thin
Guitar…strum me now, you got me this scar…
I’m still God’s number 1 STAR
Laziness and craziness and up in here, in a daze
I like to star gaze in a lightyear moment
Graze in your own maze, graze in your own maze
Stop being neglectant and start being acceptant
I have no idea what these weirdos are talking about
I’m just sitting here, out and about…not making any attempt to shout
Blogging here and there…these guys just look at me…
I’m a dream, becoming a nightmare…don’t look at me…
I’m ugly
I’m ugly
Can’t you see?
I want to be priceless
Relieve me from distress
Uplift my blues
Uplift my blues
You are my muse
Whatever way you choose
You are my muse
You are my muse
But, that’s just my normal, yet weird adoration news
Categories:
acceptant, anxiety, deep, depression, fear,
Form:
Free verse
premonition, deja vu and clairvoyance reveal
that life as unveiled has already occurred
impulsed by soul in the ethereal domain
there then being only limited free will
being response to life as it unfolds
where if we be tranquil and acceptant
nothing at all need be done for all is well
recognising that this life is but a lucid dream
and time itself is an illusion replaying vibrations
already created but played out in slow motion
solely for our heart's delight and soul growth
which we have ourselves so chosen to feel
resolving conflicts in the cauldron of love
in time transcended blissful stillness
29-November-2022
Categories:
acceptant, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Where lies free will, if we be not awake,
enslaved by senses, in bondage to mind,
fears and desires unable to forsake,
floundering in darkness, as do the blind?
We know not who we are and yet we spar,
questioning not our conditioned belief,
so without purpose we’ve drifted afar,
having not resolve to turn a new leaf.
In states of waking, dreaming and deep sleep,
we find that in the labyrinth we’re lost,
so unless consciousness takes a big leap,
hemmed in thus, our soul pays a heavy cost.
Knowing that we know not, let us find out,
how may mind and heart become free from doubt.
How may mind and heart become free from doubt,
by knowing truth of soul and that of God,
that immune from fears that twirl us about,
gentling every touch, we give love our nod?
First things first, we must learn to stand erect,
by melding head with our tremulous heart,
doing always as conscience does direct,
that ego and soul do not stand apart.
The process then requires our surrender,
dwelling in silence, choosing to be still,
deeming all souls one, no hearts asunder,
in seamless resonance with divine will.
Reworded, we become a child again,
clinging neither to pleasure nor to pain.
Clinging neither to pleasure nor to pain,
our soul’s consciousness enters witness mode,
receptive and acceptant, free from stain,
nestled in bliss, makes the heart it’s abode.
Upon choosing to make love our mainstay,
we flow like the breeze with nonchalant ease
and doing nothing, ego falls away,
whereupon cravings of lower mind cease.
Free from desire, awareness self-aware,
beholds its luminescence with clear sight,
ready to share with souls who care to pair,
with effervescence of bliss beats delight.
The game of push and pull, was our mistake.
Where lies free will, if we be not awake?
Categories:
acceptant, freedom, spiritual,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
heart beating breath flowing thoughts spiralling
mind body appears to be in incessant motion
limited in space time and senses confining
so we plunge into the void of cessation
thoughts negated so ego recedes
yet pulse of innate aliveness continues
layer by layer fears and desires we do weed
each moment reborn as awareness self renews
time stretched silence as our flowing orientation
witnessing all movements within and without
embraces and releases each sensation
nonchalantly as we thus go about
we are still yet there is a mover
sensing strange magnetism within
our presence feels divine presence hover
each pore of form in thunderous bliss ignition
radiant electro-magnetic heat in time does rise
navigating its path through hidden conduits
acceptant spirit beholds joyous surprise
vaporised self in surrender resolute
obsolete mind concepts fall away
all analysis of wonderment paralysis
with childlike exuberance we gently sway
divine grace transmuting mind body by catharsis
scriptures have conflicting views on magnetism
with each affirmation having its own validity
suffice to say bliss fills in-form chasms
teleporting us to tranquil serenity
as a humble conduit of the divine
we receive and transmit Gods energy
mind and heart with pulse of bliss aligned
purring magnetism with love and light in synergy
08-April-2021
Categories:
acceptant, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
AMERICA, THE CENTER DID NOT HOLD
The center, woe the center
Are we surprised it did not hold
Not even in America
And if the truth be told
When the two twin towers toppled
We were stunned aggrieved and hurt
Long gone the days of minute men
No one to sound a swift alert
With eyes wide open still so blind
We failed to recognize
How much 'covid' would reek havoc
Right before our very eyes
Relentless in its progress
Devastating all it touched
No army couldn't stop it
Even if one bothered much
Still we dallied on so docile
Till an enemy within
Ripped and ravaged through the White house
Bent on murder and revenge
Men compliant and acceptant
Eyes fixed on money, power, fame
No thought for country, without conscious
Doubly dying, soil their name.
-Reta Pruitt
PS (There still are 'men with souls so dead')
-from 'THE MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY'
Categories:
acceptant, america,
Form:
Rhyme