Best Celestially Poems
A promise should never remain silent.
In pursuit of our principal pledge -
I ponder her secret garden,
within the province of our paradise.
For her love is
an Utopian secret supernova,
shining celestially -
through a canopy of olive leaves.
Where I hope to stand motionless,
lost in her redolent radiance
so my soul searches
for the path of plum slate and
golden stepping stones, leading to her
idyllic untouched flower garden.
Admiring evocative vibrant petals,
wishing to float like a million butterflies,
breathing blissful blessings -
upon balmy bewitching blossoms
I shall surround myself in her artistry,
enchanted with her ethereal tranquility.
Love remains secure within her elusive oyster.
My ink will emulate a million subtle reflections,
until reunited with my precious opulent pearl.
Simple Musing
Silent One
31 May 2020
When the Goddess of aroma
graces my caffeinated soul,
her milky quartz crown
shines in shades
of ineffable pleasures.
Invigorating arabica stars within
my senses to rise
like steamy silhouettes~
laced in seraphic
aura of lotus chastity….
If coffee personifies
the electrifying taste
of my longing soul,
will fruity scents stir,
to evoke hidden
metaphors within this
mocha heart?
I’ll sketch
decaffeinated skies
with roasted beans
of brunette bliss.
Let colors of the
golden sun splatter
harmonious hues
of cosmic sanctity.
I’ll embrace the
aromatic elixir of life,
brewed with
floral hints of faith~
allowing unfiltered
essence of
meaningless mornings,
to reawaken an undying
thirst to illuminate
fading stardust.
Quenching serenity
from granulated values,
that depict
karmic kismet
across divine rivers
flowing with
spiritual awakening.
Perhaps, with every
sip of espresso,
we indulge a scoop of
cocoa gratitude,
expressing the
inner purity,
while happiness pours
into a crystal clear cup
of constant clarity.
There the light
of cinnamon
oozes amidst the
cleansed canvas of life,
to rescript an
ethereal ingredient
that guides us back to
a realm of rosier runes,
where ego has no palette
to rest upon,
for within us dwells
an immortal barista,
concocting healing drips
from caramelized visions.
I’ll hold on to these
unexplored cravings,
while the liberty of
conscience remains~
the first ray of
warmth I inhale.
When daylight befalls like
tints of tuscan tiramisu,
let me find the strength
to lure pale pigments
of weeping wind~
I’ll be the thread
that untangles unsettling
webs wrapped in
bitter breezes,
for the king of solace
and I, will become one;
celestially intertwined,
infused in bronze ink,
as one in a million flavors.
Believing that marriage was ordained of God;
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing,
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope.
That hope scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.
Time and time again, her spouse complained or failed to do small things
essential to cementing the marriage bond.
With unusual restraint, she held her tongue, forgave. . . and listened.
If matrimony were the fire in a hearth, she supplied the kindling and the logs;
then lauded him for twigs that on occasion he tossed in.
Some nights she’d lay a weary head upon the chest
of the one she called her husband (when he was fast asleep and didn’t know).
In those moments, she felt the beat of that heart he never showed to her.
With humbleness she supplicated God
that she might find connection with her mate.
She wondered and she wondered why. . .if thoughts, invisible,
which were transmitted to the Lord, were able to be recieved by Him,
why could not her words, directly spoken to the one on earth she loved, be heard?
Daily on her knees, she telegraphed celestially with a faith most extraordinary. . .
and wisdom came. Her love would not be broken, and she grew.
The seed she’d planted took root too and grew until there came a time. . .
she laid a graying head upon the chest
of one that was her husband (not just in word only);
a someone who now watched HER as she drifted off to sleep.
With his heartbeat strong in her ear,
she heard him whisper softly, “I love you” as he kissed her cheek goodnight.
For Audrey Carey's "To Err Is Human to Forgive Divine"
Believing that marriage was ordained of God;
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing,
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope;
scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.
With unusual restraint, she held her tongue
countless times. . . and listened.
If matrimony were the fire in a hearth,
she supplied the kindling and the logs;
then lauded him for twigs
that on occasion he tossed in.
Some nights she’d lay a weary head
upon the chest of one she called her husband
(when he was fast asleep and didn’t know).
and she'd feel the beat of a heart he wouldn’t show.
With humbleness she supplicated God
that she might find connection with her mate.
She wondered and she wondered why. . .
if thoughts, invisible, which were transmitted
to the Lord, by Him were then received,
why could not her words directly spoken
to the one on earth she loved, be heard?
Daily on her knees, she telegraphed celestially
with faith extraordinary. . . and wisdom came.
Her love would not be broken, and she grew.
The seed she’d planted too
took root and grew until there came a time. . .
she laid a greying head upon the chest
of one that was her husband(not in word alone),
who watched her as she drifted off to sleep.
With his heartbeat strong in her ear,
she heard him whisper softly, “I love you”
as he kissed her cheek. “Goodnight.”
For the contest FAITH/ sponsored by A Rambling Poet
God is the deity I have been taught from young to respect,
An all-powerful light, streaming down, which I can always detect.
He is Omnipotent, a light of miracles, our almighty everlasting King,
God is my light Supreme, and with, faith, hope and praises,
To Him I sing.
He is unconquerable, invincible, His love like a radiant light
Shining within us, like THE Christmas star so calming
And so celestially bright.
God is unconquerable, absolutely not vulnerable
His Omnipotence quells my fears, lights my way, He’s invincible.
Light and good is our Omnipresent God, He is always with me,
God for me is all knowing.
I always try to follow the path of light and pray joyfully
With all the faithful.
Have your stairway to heaven clear, and your senses wakeful,
Our Lord God our maker is omniscient, He is all seeing,
His light is far-reaching, and for me ever comforting
I turn to him with prayer in any hour of grief, His light
Brings me peace, love and light all encompassing.
Entering Contest:
The Light Poetry Contest
Sponsored By : Regina McIntosh
14th December 2020
The stargazers got together
and spread a blanket out on the grass
of the lush and opulent lawn
Here, they all huddled together
astronomy addicted
they gazed as comets blazed
sad to see them fall
shooting stars
caught their eyes
but on the stars in the skies
constellation sewn
clustered or alone
The stars shone...
On these, they fixed their eyes
as they "oohed" and "ahhhed"
Celestially seduced- draw
It didn't matter
that some stars shone brighter
they all felt lighter
just being under star dusted canopy of night
This was their delight!
The starshooters were there
on an adjacent hill
they lost out on the thrill
grumbled and brewed
fumed and spewed
profanity at the lights
hanging high in the night
heaven's chandeliers
too bright they seemed
too dazzling and near
they were filled with fear
that the heavens would explode
so many stars...a heavy load
and so the star shooters
gathered their troopers
and aimed at the stars
Hoping to make them combust and fall
This would fill they with mirth
As stars collided with earth
Little did they know
stars couldn't be shot
Not by any old lot
They were meant to shine down
beauty and light
embellishing the night
with their wondrous light
a celestial delight!
The stargazers...now they
Well, what can I say?
They watched starworks at play
till night turned to day
and they then went on their way
Filled with delight,
What a sight!
Stargazer or starshooter
Tell me...
Which had it right?
Eileen Manassian
The term Starshooter is not my own. A super souper shared it with me the other day....I quite like it. Thanks!
My heart seeks the smoky quartz sage within you, in secret,
like a solitary star adrift in the whimsical wilderness.
For I remember your voice, that manifested mellifluous musicality,
nurturing vain verses to thrive like lavender-incensed lilies,
glowing with sun-stroked flames of empathetic iridescence,
emanating sealed serenity amidst the archaic darkness,
crawling above raspberry-red roses, waltzing in silence.
Tonight, I cradle crooning clouds, soaked in sleepless sapphires,
as the petrichor breeze serenades your unconditional love,
that quenched my crestfallen quill, releasing cashmere calligraphy.
But if poems could speak, you’d feel the wildflower warmth of words,
how, once upon a camellia crescent, I found my inner rhyme in your sea-foam sonnets,
unveiling a cosmic collage of a sojourner soul,
healing from timeless tokens carved by familiar strangers, celestially aligned, forevermore…
I am the afterglow of a sanguine sunset~
airbrushed with patience by the power of your peridot pigments,
as your tongue is the mindful maestro, and I, the essence of your charismatic choir. …
I murmur like a rivulet through the
hitch of your hands, where the canyons
carve their parched longing into your fingers—
where silences sublimate like cera,
pooling beneath your glissando touch.
Your tremolo breath convulses rough and low
like sibilant submersion in water—
spilling, sinking, staining everything it meets.
I watch the estuary of your gaze split my horizon—
watch you hush abysmal eyes into
celestially arched surrender.
There is no stillness between starlight,
only the pull of mighty magnitudes,
fuses lit beneath the ribs,
pulses and throbs teaching the air
how to cleave—how to…
sforzando!
Love, here, is neither reserved nor reticent—
it is lightning bottled in glass—
hellfire burning beneath the tide—
language that deconstructs
even as it is uttered.
I step forward—some faltering cadence,
some submitting ascension—placing my hands into your fire,
not to be consumed, but to remember
how stars revel and rain.
Now, before my sister
feels cheated
I have to drop for her
some lines belated!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
As into matrimony you
go,
Peace and subtlety you
go with I know!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
The things that make
him in you happy
I pray will not by HIS
grace become flappy!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Your best behaviours
and religion
Made him stay by you
far like a legion!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Celestially destined you
are for him
Terestrially forever
you will be with him!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Space and time again
will hamper I
So, I have to stop with
a teary eye!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Barakah and Sakinah to
him you shall be
Aljanat, not hell to you,
he shall be!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
With faith’s ears, perchance magnified celestially
I’m delighted with His divine whispers…
…echoing eternal love
wafting forever and ever assurance
defying madness and folly of Cupid’s magic darts.
Beyond the unforgettable romantic encounter
that flutters ephemeral affections
my genuine love affair with the Source of compassion
is sealed with eternal covenant
when I accepted His offered life-building relationship
freeing me from the dank prison cell of deathless sinfulness.
Heavenly appointed indeed was our spiritual meeting
never a rendezvous of mere happenstance
since that time, my born-again experience God commenced
as Author* of my everlasting triumph
stamped with His granted redemption, devoid of doubts’ daub.
*Hebrews 12:2 “Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith…”
February 12, 2019
1st place, "END FEB 2019, ANY FORM, ANY THEME..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/24/2019.
Born in a nebulae, a spiders web of gas,
coloured by temperature, weighted by mass.
Nuclear fusion keeps them shining bright
just like on that first day when God created night.
So they don’t burn us He cast them way up high
to illuminate our world He lit up the sky.
The coldest stars are red, the hottest are blue
our star is orange to sustain me and you.
A gazillion balls of light, Arcadian fire,
or could they be the angels of Gods holy choir?
Fifteen million degrees keeps them alight
no wonder the poor shepherds fell down in fright,
their signs in the heavens are celestially awed
witness to life through a child still adored.
Astrologers use them to predict our days
while Astronomers study their galactic ways.
A billion years trip past, the mere blink of an eye,
their cores rapidly depleting our stars start to die.
Expanding shells that twist and morph
snuff out the light as they turn black dwarf,
as a swan song gesture, it’s almost over;
in a brilliant flash they turn supernova,
a nebulous cloud of gas is then formed;
the birthing place where stars are spawned.
Along the boat dock I strut toward you,
with my hips entranced in a ready sway.
My eyes are enthralled with each painted hue,
as your figure glistens like a sun ray.
Your outstretched body calls for conquering,
joining nightfall, surrendering to set.
Your essence graces the playful blurring
of the water body's edge, calm and wet.
Brush stroke skin, glowing bright with enticement
silently beseeches, pleads for my touch.
Jiving fingers reach, celestially sent.
Your heavenly body throbs in my clutch.
As this lakeside sunset is descending,
each twinkle hastens our hopeful blending.
11-6-19
Amidst fuel crisis that makes us down
God’s merciful ears are never shut down
Ready with His power to reach us down
Fortifying faith from being knocked down
Though miserably tempted to slow down.
Vanquishing attacks of reproaching doubt
Our souls desperately persist to hide pout
While cheered up by the Lord’s exhorting shout
For tenacious triumph against gloom’s bout.
We thank the Almighty Who grants great grace
Along ceaseless heavenly greeting rays
Warming our hearts to offer worship praise.
Beyond engulfing panic shines peace-light
Of care and sharing with prayer delight…
Our faith exalts* Christ in His supreme reign.
Bountiful blessings indeed pouring down
Celestially flowing with no time-out
Guaranteed devoid of scarcity’s trace
Driving us above mediocrity-flight
Propelled by His hand for stewardship gain.
*Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together.
April 14, 2020
Honorable Mention, "Minuanetta Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet; judged on 4/23/2020.
I planted this garden to enjoy.
Photosynthesis comes from the sun.
The white orchids set to the east.
The daffodils are astray.
The roses are a spread on a rack.
The tulips and morning glory are in a flowerbed.
I am relishing nature this year.
I planted these gardens to enjoy.
I sit in my cupola thinking about, therapeutically writing poetry, and reading aloud.
Behind this belvedere are a plot of mustard greens, tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers.
The radiant energy celestially augments the vegetation.
The foliage is an architectural beautification.
These gardens were planted to enjoy.
No qualms I have, thus far.
I am truly adorned.
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Penned on May 02, 2014!
What's in your GARDEN? Contest
Tunefully
notes cry out singing to me
melodiously haunting ringing crystal clear
perfect sharps resound semi-tones rend through the air
quavers hover in the air so very many sounds
join together mingling, blending
Joyfully
I sing along music carrying
me to paradise sounds so sweet
flutes playing high notes drums bang out the beat
harps, oh the harps angelic notes float
rift the air celestially majestic
Enchanting
written 08/10/2013
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