Best Aspirations Poems
Planted firm in dirt
They reach out with open arms
To Heavens above.
aspirations
dare we dream …
have hope
families fed
children loved …
worldwide
farewell disease
no more wars …
just love
as Lennon did
imagine …
such joy
*October 11, 2018
For Charles Messina’s “Charlieku” Challenge
As I have been recently looking back
all these years I've been writing
it's filled my heart with such joy
made my life with such lighting
I have always loved a pen
in fact, everywhere I go, I buy one
especially love a uni-ball eye
Its ink just flows getting words done
Rhyme is my favourite poetry
having been inspired so much
bringing out from within myself
so others bring out my touch
So many famous poets inspire me
Rossetti, Blake, Dickinson to name a few
being a Scotsman love to read Burns
writing my thoughts whether old or new
The greatest gift that poetry brings
is knowing real peace and contentment
removing all my anxiety of former years
Brings joy to my soul, takes away my fear
(I have written this piece from looking at the question 'What is Poetry to me ?'
looking back to when it began and where it's taken me.)
Aspirations Born From Deep, Weeping Tears
In his land of anguished, slow dying moans
red-blood tides and dark demonic tones
dawns of heartbreak, desperation in graves
faint sad echoes that cry, please this life save!
In nightmarish dreams, ghosts of ghastly scenes
hideous horrid beauty, death that screams
vaults of agony, beneath wretched skies
hot burnt ashes from life's merciless cries.
In his pleading hopes, forgiveness eludes
changing winds, sweet blessings that love includes
desires of romantic lips, nighttime bliss
dearest gentle touch of her morning kiss.
Aspirations born from deep, weeping tears
Bring forth memories of her, and lost years.
R.J. Lindley, Nov. 9th, 1979
Sonnet, ( Born from reading Poe and life that has stabbed so deeply )
( Given as the Raven mocked the dying twilights )
A £ fectus morbosi sunt in tenebris in lucem vitae.
When the time arrives to perspire
first suspire ~ then aspire to inspire
To
seek a
miracle-
in the common
place
All true logics be lifted of holy grail,,
When divisions of human skills,,
Become well versed of love skills,,
Dispersing density of human wills,,
Given to the infancy of holy grail,,
Human skills will be sovereign thrills.
All true wills be lifted of holy grail,,
For life’s Precept of infinite pride,,
Is in a son’s concept willingly crucified,,
Not in a son’s logic of concept that lied,,
But in concepts logic of precept mercy died,,
Not in the conceptions of himself relied.
All true logics be lifted of holy grail,,
O death concept where is thy sting,,
Draw the bow string of cupid’s fling,,
The very Precept of life is in everything,,
Toward heaven’s bevel, Agape’s thing,,
Fill up the cup, mount up on Eagle wings.
All true wills be lifted of holy grail,,
Precept faith is Agape of futuristic wings,,
Concepts’ futuristic flings, have no wings,,
The wings of flings are in imaginary things,,
As the insects of strife in humanoid’s life,,
Infatuates human passions by concept strife.
Selah
Kind poets die
Bitter ones come back to life
Drunken ones have no life
Sober ones write novels not poems
Married ones write of great loves
Single ones, of love lost
Funny ones toss away their poems
...... and join the circus
My cat wrote a poem for a contest
........and Won
I am a very depressed poet
........ and lost
As the eagle soars high in the clouds
……....a great hunter of poetic verse
This poet crawls towards his desk
Another day
Another terrible poem
My aspirations are torn into shreds,
Had wonderful dreams but nmow they are dead.
I tried and I tried to follow my goals,
But now all those visions are burnt down to coals.
I'm sick oh so sick of my failing so much,
The way I can't prove I am good realy sucks.
So now my conclusion to this idiocy,
I'll never know why I had the nerve to dream.
Upon a splendid moon I placed a thought of you
Not knowing where you’d rest
A notion of likeness to be my vision bright and clear
Although my ambitions that may be far fetched
In the heart of desire I etched my dreams
To be well known from my words and lyrics
To be appreciated and genuinely admired
As a poet and writer a teller of story
For if this desire should be fulfilled
I would be recklessly mad with optimism
I know now I shall never stop this vision
This prayer, this hunger
For if I do
I shall forget myself completely
Winter winds cut through me,
I'm freezing to the bone;
Visibility's slim to zero,
I wish I'd stayed at home!
Am I the lonely walker?
I feel just like a jerk;
Bills are pilin' on me,
Somebody's gotta work!
These tiny flakes are stinging,
Looks like I missed my bus;
My feet are frozen solid,
There ain't no need to fuss!
Eleven blocks await me,
My mood is foul and drab;
I can't even bum a ride,
Where in hell is a cab?
I can see my job from here,
It's lookin' mighty slow;
The boss won't be too happy,
He'd better be glad I showed!
At last, the main entry,
I'm greeted by a sign which read;
CLOSED DUE TO BAD WEATHER,
I could've been warm in bed!
I try,
a hint of good bye:
I knew this day would come, but why?
A kiss
not a “hit or miss.”
One that lingers long, then a sigh.
A friend.
Not just now and then,
but one who stays through thick and thin.
A life,
with no hint of strife,
one when over we wish to live again
~//~
My soul is encaged within ribbed walls
Bound by body as if shackled and tethered.
What would it wish if one could be granted?
To be freed from my mind, from my body depart?
No, that's not what I believe with all my heart.
Does it feel the intensity of my physical pain,
or wounds that left scars on my broken heart?
It is my belief that the soul, mind and body
are integrated as one, signifying a human life,
the coexistence of an individual's conscious being.
If it's my soul's only wish to save itself from death,
it must save my body as well.
It's a platonic relationship of relying on each other,
for as long as my body breathes, so will my soul.
It aspires for a cohesive convergence with my mind,
body, and heart, for one is dependent on the others.
When my body dies, so does the existence of my soul.
Staying alive is its desire and the hope it transpires.
December 25, 2022
Our Soul's wish list contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Glow in the sunrise
Oh oldest lord of mountains
Warm our frosted souls
5th place in 'Morning Ambiance'
Merry Christmas to all my Poetry Soup Friends and Members with a wonderful
Photo of new born Jesus published around 1960 in an American Poetry book purchased by me second hand around 1967 which I still keep as a Treasure for me. I am also giving a small poem originally written in Hindi as a Muktaq ( A form of Hindi Poetry)
"Muktak - The distinction of poetry in which there is no preconception of the things described"
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=150593294991327&set=a.114474218603235.25716.100001219732381&type=3&theater
Hindi Muktak in English-
"Let all your aspirations and desires
Bloom and bloom freely in your mind
Who knows, when life began to smile again for you
Flowers of your wishes would sprout only, if you have aspirations,
Otherwise, nothing comes from nothing."
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur/ Lucknow India 25th Dec. 2017