Best Awaking Poems
Like a rafter that broke under the weight it bore
Like a pupa, wound hard in a tight bind,
Like the torn pages of a book thrown into waste,
I felt trapped and broken and my life seemed a hard grind.
But when I discovered truths as life passed by,
Learning lessons from the past, knowledge did bloom,
Now wisdom imparts a discerning eye,
Unveiling paths to break free from gloom.
The scars of yesterday still may remain,
But they need not cause us constant pain,
For in the present, we have the power,
To rise and create a life that is full of gain.
I need to wake up from a state shadowed with doubts,
And try to claw my way up the walls that hem me in.
This desire I have like a compressed coil that can bounce
Instantly leading me to a release and a triumphant win
I pledge that I will use my remaining years,
For the rejuvenation of my mind and soul,
Instead of being tethered to my affliction,
I will wake up from my stupor and pursue my goal.
Thus, through uncertainty’s haze, I found clarity.
Now I embrace the challenges, imbued with grace.
In the depths of my mind, there is a beacon of serenity.
And I grow more tranquil with every challenge I face.
Line of enquiry.
It’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”
Phantoms of constant fog create a zombie state of existence,
feeling worthless, your barriers offer demons no resistance.
Thoughts drift into a hazy labyrinth of toxic wilderness,
you're wide awake, but the mind's sleeping in fields of bitterness.
Dark shadows of silhouettes in shrouds start to frighten,
so you search for stimulation, for your eyes to enlighten.
To hush these' car crash' carnage echoes of violence,
soul seeks refuge away from ego to master silence.
To wander under blue sunny skies with caffeine clarity.
To cleanse in waterfalls that lead to principles of purity.
When you no longer dance with the Devil's temptations,
serenades of resurrection release suppressed frustrations.
Spirit soars, humming the repetition of a sweet refrain,
as you break away from the monotony of past pain.
In the muteness of stillness the heart learns to let go,
flourishing like the first daffodil after months of snow.
"Gardens must now go to sleep until spring comes back around." Quote By Poet
Springtime is coming with the sleepy flowers awaking.
Awaking from Stupor 1-16-24
It's not desire per say but the clinging
That stifles soul and stops heart from singing
Enlivening silence sets our souls free
Vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree.
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Awaking from Stupor
Winter haze beats upon the door,
Drunken dreams cling to bitter cherries of midnight,
Before night sashays into white flurries of dawn
When dull eyes wrestle out of binding yesterdays,
And pink-purple pussywillow hallucinations,
Provoked
Awakened to dream
Throwing off phantoms of eiderdown illusions,
Dawning redeemed from the clutch of midnight shrouds,
Nascent emerges sipping sweet soul sunrises
Coaxed from aromas of grace,
From holographic hollow mazes,
While pale sleepwalking staggers into real
Returning with a rosy heartbeat flush
To leave in shadows lethargy of ragged pastels
Numb shades to retreat like useless ghosts
And cower in new auroras of primed breathless light,
Neon insights flash electric incentive,
Sparks ignite fertile tinder stored in silence,
Sentient eyes step into the womb reserved
For every new second purified
In percolation of harmonic animas –
Conscious and unconscious
Awake emergent -
Bliss consummated!
Eyes
twinkle
at the sight
of his approach
But her instincts tell a different story
Why do such feelings
exist in a broken frame
opening the book
of scrolls
Gallantly polishing armor
knees upon emotion
hands out
for a gesture
Her iridescent hands reach out to his
blowing blessings
to his soul
and his
horse
Breathing your air
holding such beauty
existing in fairytales
Drawing the blade
defending one
a shining reflection
fair maiden
In
the clouds
a red thread
lining their souls
Maiden of the East chants a water spell
Becomes a quest
within dreams
embracing loves grail
Orbiting space feelings
looking into
the moon face
Stars sparkle
winking at venus
so blessed
in inner beauty
Watchful spirits bless the brave and gentle
star-crossed distance
passionate
lips in
dreams
I find waking up a challenging, time consuming chore
As I rather enjoy cavorting with kings, queens and wanton whores.
I admit I’m drawn to royalty and “Riff-raff” now and then
Even Jesus used to hang around with the likes of us and them.
And lest we forget the policeman, painter, banker, barber, chef,
Dancer, dentist, executive, high-roller placing bets.
The carpenter, mayor, fisherman, flute player, handyman,
Everyone has something to share from their mind, head, heart and hands.
From deep within our bones and cells there’s more than we discern
No matter what our titles are, we live, we love, we yearn.
For mystical connections and distant, sights and sounds:
Outside of time, we stretch our minds to things sublime, profound…
As we gaze upon the sunset skies of pastel colored hues
And watch daffodils and dahlias bloom in the early morning dew.
We listen to the music played of Brahms, Chopin and Bach,
While mesmerized before our eyes watch chickadees, cranes and hawks.
We write songs and stories of love, hate, glory and paint on cathedral ceilings,
Put men up in space and find time to face the depths of emotions we’re feeling.
We study our past and things that last like pyramids, hieroglyphs and tombs,
Solve problems galore and puzzles by the score, and splash on sweet perfumes.
We write sonnets and prose, tie ribbons and bows on little girls and gifts,
And sail ships across oceans and pray with devotion to unseen forces that lift.
Our hearts and souls from out of the cold and up into warmer climes,
Where forgiveness, grace and virtue replace the beast within the mind.
We strive to achieve, work, sweat and bleed to move up the human ladder
One step at a time, imperceptibly climb towards things that matter.
As evening strolls ‘round we start to slow down into that inner, quiescent place,
Where we head for those lands beyond earthly plans, fading gently without a trace.
And when the sun arrives before our eyes awaking is a challenging chore
And yet I do so gratefully with two feet upon the floor.
11/25/2014
There is a language barrier being created
adopted and fostered by social media
controlling certain dialect from surfacing
kept down with bad manners treasonous acts with character
Governing bodies has signed the soul of democracy away
to address another human life form rubbished neologism
Firstly a status of hate filled pride needs to be brought into account here
to alter facts and grammar suiting a wicked agenda correction
This has no value when examined for what's right and just
silence is no longer a tool of the innocent party
when powered to speak with lawful manners
from the wool of a Lamb knitted into a soul
the Lion will roar within this arena
Words are enslaved put in chains by bigots
backwards justice in the end will fail terribly
because the finger and pulse will always point out
The truth from deep within a person's heart
I sat at a table
It was a table for one;
There was a mirror
And a pay phone
Seated at the head,
They had all brazenly said:
"This, is ahead of its time"
- Then someone with an agenda
Started forming the lines,
Behind ulterior motives
To be the first to capitalize.
And pretty soon,
With the grand accessories
Of these mock identities,
We were all just living cartoons;
While our petty self-image
Obfuscated the truth
- There was only one presence,
Beneath the mask of our skin,
An emptiness of being,
Void of existential meaning.
Within the inner circle of youth culture,
Someone passed through
Something was familiar; nothing seemed new...
...Not to sound jaded by age
- But I've seen more recent advancement
In the Police State
Than I have in the common man as of late
- I guess some things really do never change?
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love;
the pounding of drums as your name lingers
on mine own lips displacing rainbow sweet hues.
most wonders touch swirl round mine own fingers
yearning the music, I choose not to lose.
how many times did I gaze on thy face?
in mine own daydreams? When spent sun was fiercer;
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
before then night lapse in dank vesture of lace
mine wane smile died, with memories dear sir.
brush flitter, round musical full score.
ivory fingers purposeless upon
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
my ebony frame, asking for much more,
sweet release, mine demise, a distant yawn.
now I still steal, moments taking pleasure,
devouring the air that waltz around me,
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
wisp of earth fragrant charm I treasure,
staring at the heaven it uses to be
awaking a thirst, filling me from above
with whispers of unforgotten love.
5/14/2021
'Say It Again' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
I look straight through the pane,
and see the floating veins of branches, naked and sometimes in full bloom.
Behind this the national flag flaps away, raised by the good vicar's son, he used to be a lawyer, by the way, he likes to preach.
Always a jumbo in the distance,
to remind of the present days,
watches, phones and passports,
knocking back the gins, cruising above my bed.
The upstairs lot, have moved in,
and flush constantly,
the ubiquitous siren wails in the distance.
Time to emerge now, wallet, scarf and keys at the ready.
August 21 Scripture Meditations Based on Joel 1-2
Key Verses– Joel 1:5 Awake… Joel 2:26 And ye shall eat in plenty, and be satisfied, and praise the name of the LORD your God, that hath dealt wondrously with you: and my people shall never be ashamed.”
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR AWAKING ME
Thank You for awaking me against sins’ lethargic blight
Whenever I sleep restlessly due to guilt-caused might…
Your grace is all I need to face mirror of Your mercy-filled light
Especially in reflecting biblical testimony delight.
Thank You for awaking me against pride’s dream
Whenever I drift along vanity stream…
Your meekness is all I depend on to erase my haughtiness cream
Especially in humbling me to smite arrogant scream.
Thank You for awaking me against ambition’s delusion
Whenever I imagine with great achievement’s illusion…
Your guidance is all I need to combat self-esteem’s pre-occupation
Especially in following Your leading toward heavenly direction.
Thank You for awaking me against slothfulness’ comfort
Whenever I neglect responsibilities with carelessness’ retort…
Your discipline is all I accept to be my best resort
Especially in transforming me for a good report.
Thank You for awaking me against sluggishness’ prevalence
Whenever I indulge in pampering silence…
Your prodding is all I need to correct my indolence
Especially in driving me into diligence-opulence.
Thank You for awaking me against complaints’ drowsiness
Whenever I murmur because of hardship’s heaviness…
Your help is all I ask for to handle challenges with hopefulness
Especially in working through Your wisdom’s effectiveness.
Thank You for awaking me against foolishness’ entanglement
Whenever I clamor for famous worldly accomplishment…
Your Scripture’s truth is all I trust to check my engagement
Especially in bringing me to repentance by Your pardon-fulfillment.
August 21, 2022
Somewhere within me there were seeds I'd planted,
lying dormant within fallow fields of another time ~
A Sonnet once started until it lost rhythm and rhyme.
For years I'd been chained to shadows that never faded
and I'd traded nights without sleep for blurry visions ~
as if wool needed pulling from my nettled eyes.
I was not naive. To find the fruits of wisdom,
there were mountains of issues I'd need to climb.
Through what seemed ages of clinging to what I'd known,
I realized my heart had stopped singing and the silence
became a ringing in my ears that deafened me.
There was no mirth in my laughter, no elation or passion.
I sought a way to loosen the ropes that held me captive
in the dark. Not a spark of hope could I ignite to survive
until I'd end the journey I'd taken.
I needed to wake from shadows into the vivid light of life.
No longer did I want to be stifled with despair and strife.
I desperately sought a way to sleep peacefully,
not lost in a vacuous stupor, a maze with no way out.
Instead, I'd wake without dread ~ free spirited, not jaded.
I had an urgent need to no longer be filled with doubt.
Then, it hit me as a jolt, as if cold water splashed my face.
Life was not a race to be run, but a liberating experience,
an exuberance for living that I would wholeheartedly embrace.
I remembered the lulling words I'd once read:
"it's not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree"
When the wayward mind is unsteady,
the dislodging thrust of the negative sensitivity,
unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul,
unleashes the base instincts to rush toward the sordid goal.
Beneath the surface of the mortal wisdom’s attire,
where the mind builds the edifice of ignoble desire,
the clinging traits lead to the abyss of dark ignorance,
the bereft life wanders in wilderness in a trance.
The sapling of irresistible urge rooted deep in craving,
nurtured in the receptive core of the heart longing,
blossoms the flower of hedonistic passion,
lures the being with the illusion of impulsive inclination.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay,
the mangled mind is disheveled to a dishabille array,
tries to snap the chords of captivating adherence,
the psychic cascade of desire flows without pretence.
Chasing the mirage across the dunes of desolation,
the hope of taking life to the oasis disappears in isolation.
As the beleaguering storms of disenchantment blow
to take the moral course, entranced consciousness revives slow.
Repressed essence entangled in the cobweb of frustration,
looks for the escaping pathway of dissociation,
seeks for the time to listen to the dulcet call from within,
the enticing echo of the tune of soul’s violin.
The consciousness layers are crossed in journey inward
to discover the divine lotus blossom inside as reward,
and hear beguiled the joyous music of freedom within,
in the depth of silence serene.
“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”
(Line of inquiry)
awake from darkness,
in chains,he feels the cold grip-
numbness fades to pain.
I'll sit by you at early morn
and watch the world awaking
dark clouds slumber in columns of sun
as the world begins awaking
the rain smells sweet at early dawn
as we watch the world awaking
breezes twine through blades of grass
and the world begins awaking
everything seems brushed with gold
when the world begins awaking
birds begin their songs anew
as we watch the world awaking
so sit with me in early light
to see the world awaking
feel the spirit of the earth
as our world begins awaking