Best Bursts Poems
Crimson's luster illuminates a brilliant bead
satin strokes of beauty a bottle bleeds
scratch softly across this barren chest
and along with moonbeams shall you rest
Silver streaks of goodness held in place
passion's pure pleasure soon will trace
circle past tiny smudges born in haste
where one more night we shan't waste
Starlit moments soar as solace sleeps
dear reflection of radiance forever keeps
in gentle arms of hope true love is staged
consoling promises from battle's waged
Alabaster bursts of heaven gently weave
Another night in comfort we shall receive
Like shooting stars, they pierce the dark,
painting the sky with bursts of light.
As oohs and ahhs follow each spark,
like shooting stars, they pierce the dark.
Fireworks explode over the park,
raining color onto the night.
Like shooting stars, they pierce the dark,
painting the sky with bursts of light.
God bursts everywhere…
Smile of a child
Twinkle of an eye
Surge of a wave
Silence of a grave
Bloom of a flower
Unseasonal showers
Kindness of the heart
Purity of a thought
Every drop of sunshine
Some poems of mine
Starkness of the night
Forgiveness after a fight
God bursts everywhere…
In the green of the woods
In the ‘G’ of the good
Moments of fear
Heads bowed in prayer
Every bite of chocolate
Ghalib’s* every couplet
Serenity of soul
Oneness of a goal
Bonding with friends
Concern of parents
Sweat of toil
Whiff of wet soil
God bursts everywhere…
Tears of solitude
Courage of fortitude
Vibrance, music, words
In organized and absurd
Dreams, hopes, love, compassion…
Humming tunes and quiet conversations,
Even after my days are done
This poem will forever go on
A verse could be added each day
Because God bursts everywhere.
*Mirza Ghalib was a great urdu poet.
Elegant portico columns, fireplace frame
Fronting tasteful, demure white walls
Rich browns -- pianoforte, armchair
Muted ostentation, classicism bespoken --
the eye startled, struck
by the clear glass vase
on the mantel
stems ascending
to bold-green leaves
slightly upturned
as are firm, youthful breasts
topped by brilliant bursts
of pink-streaked flowers
panorama
My heart is filled with joy and thanksgiving,
When I wake up in the morning sunshine;
What a splendid and wonderful feeling,
When I see you all my friends and love of mine.
Through the beauty of nature and surrounding,
And in you, I always feel His Love Divine.
God bursts everywhere in joys or in pain,
He's omnipresent in air we breathe in.
Dec. 30, 2013 10.20 pm
My first try of Ottava Rima poem.
Second Place
Contest: God Bursts Everywhere
Judged: 1/8/14
Sponsor: Poet Dr. Ram Mehta
This poem is dedicated to all of you my dear poet friends. Happy New Year 2014!
His beat rages for hours
darting to the computer table
without time to greet Mom or Dad
as the light pops every minute; wired in
space, lost in blank words when he speaks,
enthralled to level up and gain power points
because he cares more for video than human talk.
The light on the screen aims at Tekken and aliens
raging a war against supremacy, somewhere
outside the real world he can’t deal with, now.
And he puts the light on, enticing him to dim
a special nook in a lit, closed room. Kiddie
books unread for weeks; a migraine
splits past 12 am for a kid of
nine years unable to
control an impulse.
He eats, plays
and deals with
his robot pals..
. . . . .
. . . . .
other boys take
their bikes out,
buts he pushes
another button
controlled by his
mechanical allies
with guns ,roars.
. . . . .
Video wreck,
Game
Buoyed over waves of elation
Marvel at favourable sights of creation
Prospect for attainment visible
Within glossy bastion, even trials seems agreeable
Mollusk of endearing devotion, grumbling for denied favours seem so easy
How progenitors of our existence purse their frustrations makes one feel lousy
Reeking of corrupted souls, makes tastebuds sour to elixir
Grafted as second skin blends to exude a new color
Aversion so easily discerned when everything awash
How chameleon spirit avulsed everything from one in a stroke of whiplash
Hooters perched on the demise of accrued inheritance
Consternation that needs to be shackled for their malefactor dance
When plunder acknowledged for their vantage
Stipends bequeathed as morsels to owner of the heritage
When the bubble finally bursts
Lesson that even if one's dominion life is not always just
Monitoring in anticipation stranger's and dear ones alike by holter
Affirms the old adage that blood is thicker than water
An illusion of euphoric freedom,
a bubble that encloses them from all sides
and they float in it awed by its iridescence.
Swirling rainbow images could be seen on its layer,
miming untold tales of enchantment
with each lurching bounce as it levitates higher.
When actually it is a death trap,
a spell that isolates them from reality
and soon they succumb to destructive compulsion.
Itches of dark temptation lead to scary scars;
more they scratch, worst the wounds become.
By the time the bubble bursts, they are already dead.
Date: 05/01/2018
God bursts everywhere,
Whether you are far or near,
His guidance is unconditional,
His love is eternal.
God bursts everywhere,
Rich or poor it didn't matter,
As long as your faith is forever,
He is a sin-breaker.
God bursts everywhere,
He is always hold your shoulder,
When your heart is in vain,
He will heal your greatest pain.
God bursts everywhere,
He is a great forgiver,
Just repent your sin,
And it will be all forgotten.
December 27, 2013
I wonder what is it , that shows its presence , all the time , in all the acts and in all the thoughts.
I get up to see the sun , feel the breeze and hear the chirps , that make me happy.
I wonder who is it who make me think , speak , hear , feel , smell , see , hate-like and smile or cry.
I meet people to ask who is it interfering in everything to make things happen.
I wonder how do intuitions work, how one looses memory and regains , sometimes without efforts.
I ask again and again the secrets of intelligence and foolishness of course.
I wonder who is there above the clouds and under oceans , who secretly knows everything.
Seeds sprout , flowers bloom , livings die or take birth , oceans sustain water and even in "Kaliyug" goodness exists.
I’m not sure whether it is some science, logic , superstition or the Divine, who all the time bursts everywhere.
How can you stand there and claim God isn't real
He is all around, in what we can see and feel,
In prejudice fueled by hatred, flowing red
Ripping rapids through compassion's dry riverbed;
In neighborhoods teeming with prying eyes
Bulging over fences, in bedrooms, and private lives;
In gilded parasites sitting atop golden seats,
Leeching the life from those who starve at their feet;
In fuming hordes swarming the streets of Egypt today,
Erupting in a destructively violent melee;
In fear spreading like an infectious disease-
Fueled by ignorance, desperate to appease;
In the status quo, being viciously defended,
Holding so many chained in the shadows, descended;
In families wrecked by thundering storm systems
Raging rains of shame and icy ostracism;
In pests swarming where they just don't belong,
Forcing the fragile yet powerful hand of the law;
In minds trained shut to imagination and reason alike,
Blinded by pestilence which consumes all visible light;
In wars waging on at home and overseas,
Smearing innocent blood in His name.
The sickness of God brings man to his knees.
If he exists matters not, but he's real just the same.
God empowers us to trust
Ode to cheer, disdain to lust
Delving into Present Mast
Birthing burning Optimism
Ultimate, unwavering humbleness
Reach for yearning to flow free
Strive for perfection and a cloudless glass
Truth and courage glow to thee
Sprit sculpting slowly inside us
Darkness encompassing light,
Neither can exist alone,
Love is both, combined as one,
In harmonic bursts.
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Love can sprout like a nova,
Entering a heart at will,
For the broken can be healed,
And shine like a star.
In the moon tonight
Shaped like a bowl of black pap
I see God.
In my depth of problems
And the height of my reliefs
I see God.
The man here
Standing against his reflection
Is the kind of God.
Caught in a tangle
Of a love tango triangle
Devoted to a tank load
Of tangled thoughts
Trying to see this through
Sugar coated angles
Emotions flaring and blaring
Becoming hard to handle
So large and more than two handfuls
I'm covered in the tears
Of a thousand crying candles
These feelings have my throat
In a air tight strangle