Best Cleanness Poems
Darn! The wind is back with a vengeance.
Its howling,
making the trees and grasses become its instrument.
Gusts to 40 mph they say; I believe it.
But the sky is so blue and the clouds are illuminated from within.
Today the wind is so strong that I can smell the pine scent from the mountains —
from the mountains where his ashes swirl.
He lifts my hair and whirls it around my face, and in the scent on the wind
I am awash with cleanness.
The tune he plays as he surrounds my body is one of memories, and greeting.
The wind slowly becomes more gentle;
caressing now; touching me in a more loving way.
Exploring with long cool fingers, around, reaching under my clothing,
becoming intimate.
Forfeiting his boldness, with a sigh he leaves on soft goodbyes.
Darn, the wind is gone.
But now, I wonder "Will I have the bravery to follow?"
Demise shall follow if I am to attain redemption and cleanness of my sins that tarnish my soul.
Sometimes, I cling to yes, sometimes I cling to no.
When the dark clouds blur my sight, I ask myself "What is worth living for?", some believe in god, some in money or in even a more mundane wish.
I lack this one thing, I lack the purpose that would impulse me forward. But then, I speculate "For me, must be love", but what is love? I do not know, I am an strange to it, perhaps this wasn't reserved for everyone.
Well, one thing is right, my passing will not be mourned nor missed. It will go like the wind, now here then gone and noone noticed a thing.
Many leaves were shaken, many tears soiled the ground, yet, none of this was spotted by anyone.
To the people I did wrong "I am sorry, please, do forgive me".
To the people that hates me, hate me more, be genuine with it and be the fuel of this endeavor. Hurt me more, make me bleed, cut open my flesh, as he once did when I was an infant, paint the wall with my crimson tint...
Make me regret to have been born, actually, this will require little effort, since I already regret that.
My mind is set, termination is the way to go if I desire to do something good, at least once, in this life.
No hope can be spied nor a glimmering light to lead this one to safety.
In a colorless world, only with shades of black and gray, thoughts of demise haunts me day after day.
I see the people around me, at work, on the the streets, everywhere and I cannot help but to feel disgusted and out of place and helpless.
I am tired of pretending, behind my mask, I weep, behind their masks, they laugh at me.
I am tired of being fed by deceiving tales and to feed other with my lies.
The lies... It is everywhere, one must tread lightly between them, or else will fall their prey.
Their is no time left trap in a world of no existing.
As I try overcome my fears I continue
to be lower into the darkness.
A world of evil that has no understanding
It seems like the devil knows my every move.
I have created an evil spirit.
A phantom that keeps plucking at my flesh eating away my soul.
I find myself at the crossroad figuring out which way to go
No left or right turns.
The only way out is up the road or down unless I choose to stay.
I dream this world being perfect at one time
Without one living soul on earth.
How beautiful was the atmosphere the clean refreshing air.
There was no corruption whatsoever this world
was perfect and complete.
I am searching for this world.
How do I enter a world of absolute pure cleanness.
The thought of evil does not exist.
I would like to start at the beginning, a new innocent freshman.
A man with one mind, one heart, one soul.
One spirit and one body. I soon will test the waters.
by: T Creston
Foster
Under the mistletoe
With a kindling smile
Reflect by the candle halo
Her flirtatious attitude
Solo dancing the tango
Enticing to come over
Then going on her tiptoe
Letting her hunger go
Moving to the backside
The motion of the tide
From the garnet chalice
The freshness, the sweetness
The cleanness, the softness
Leaving the world breathless
The gentle sea breeze
Doing as she please
Hands moving down the thigh
The original scent is high
Garb sliding to the knees
Off by the flick of the toe
Taking it slow
Moving as a guide, her eyes are wide
Putting inside and starting the ride
Ultra-efficiency liquid
Beatitude, pulchritude so vivid
Bona fide, the ride of the tide
Happily, blissful angel
Oh, by the way, this is a commercial
Updated 5/14/2019
DARKNESS, EMPTINESS, HOLLOWNESS, DESPAIR
WEAKNESS, LAZINESS, CARELESSNESS, GLARE
LONELINESS, AWKWARDNESS, SILLINESS, SHAME
PASSIONLESS, HOPELESSNESS, PAINFULNESS, STAIN
FEELING LESS, UGLINESS, SADNESS, DISGUST
SHAMELESSNESS, VAUNTED NESS, VALUELESS, MISTRUST
RUTHLESSNESS, HAUGHTINESS, BOASTFULNESS, PRIDE
DECEPTIVENESS, CAUSTIC NESS, FRIVOLOUS, STRIFE
CHAOTIC NESS, REBELLIOUS, RIOTOUS, EXTREME
LEWDNESS, LASCIVIOUSNESS, SELFISHNESS, SCHEME
DEGENERATIVE MAN
GOODNESS, LIGHTNESS, JOYFULNESS, GRACE
CLEANNESS, GUILTLESS, PAINLESS, FAITH
HAPPINESS, FULLNESS, PEACEFULNESS, SOUND
GROUNDED, STABLE, SECURITY, FOUND
EXUBERANCE, FULFILLMENT, UPLIFTED, LIGHT
WHOLENESS, HELPFULNESS, TOGETHERNESS, MIGHT
TRUTHFUL, MEANINGFUL, THANKFUL, REAL
ENLIGHTENED, RESCUED, REDEEMED, APPEAL
COLORFUL, BEAUTIFUL, VALUABLE, LIFE
WORTHINESS, HONORABLENESS, HOPEFULNESS, RIGHT
REGENERATED MAN
Earlier in the month but lately begun,
(Or was it perhaps the last one, the one before-November?
I know of a surety that it was a time uncoated by congeries
Of most alabastrine snow, and that that which is blanketing
All now, it was not present then. The abundant
Cleanness and glaringly white cleanliness of snow's earthward fall:
This plummeting and deposition of the flakes that seem as
Deific dandruff, else manna or some snowlike thing that
Depends from out the pregnant, grey, ominous clouds
That encroach as a marauding soldiery does on these
Brumous days in this niveous, frore portion of the
Twelvemonth whereat and wherein man has to contend
And pit himself against the snowy flakes.
Yet, the ground being filthy with dirt,
And the cleanliness of snow being nowhere,
'Twas almost certainly in the bleak, but snowless November),
I ope narrowly the door of one of my brethren's truck,
Yet, though 'twas warm, occlusion proved impossible,
And still the door hung ajar despite all my most and best efforts to
Seize it shut and close it.
Yet now the snows are covering it, coating it...
And still it remains unvisited, yet perhaps when my brother
Repairs outside to see it, to step into and drive it,
Perhaps when he notices the ajar door,
Then mayhap he will think the snow somehow was the cause of the
Maloccluded door.
one's path is not made to be a lonely rat,
loneliness breaks the link of the chain of pure love,
pure love is all what we need,
united into one family tree.,
One without the other,
is just a rubber,
a rubber with no meaning,
just waiting to be misused.,
O how can we not see that Love could change all what we see?
without love its all just a red nightmarish dream,
a dream so red that one sees himself / herself getting wrecked,
wrecked indeed one shall be,
lonely in a desert on a bed surrounded with killer bees!.,
Tho finding love within,
enhances ones will,
a will of pure love,
having passion for what he or she loves,
extracting from ones inner personalty,
altering ones rationality,
cleaning the mind from all that disorientation.,
One would find his / her salvation,
a salvation so sweet that would inspire his / her mind & spirit to clean all the streets,
thus all the dirtiness shall become the cleanness,
the useless shall become the useful.
The one who felt lonely and unloved shall become the loved,
bonding all together,
creating one nationality,
connecting the chain of pure love with the circle of life.,
Life without love is a darkened life,
life with love is a colorful life,
thus both substances are needed to use our formulation of divinity,
one sequence indeed we shall be.
BLEEDING SOUL
My mad desire
Why push me to the wall
With a corrupted ego
That had now blown my consciousness
And sadly departed me
In this cloud of sin
Armed with none, near goodness
Except a bad quest
In pursuit, I made a mistake
Trusted a spear in the ribs of womankind, Gloria
Instead I bleed of pungents of infidelity
So closing my path to cleanness
Tell me now, my senseless thirst
What shall I do, to be me?
Be myself of blessed stock
Be myself of repented soul
When this world comes to an end
When Jesus comes, Heaven reigns
A hurricane of perfection
Come to my rescue, this hour
Blow me naked of my dark clothe
A sea of Awareness
Come to my aid, Drown me deep
And leave me to heal, heal from ............
As you shine, sun of re creation
Burn me up
For my image to be remolded
This is a bleeding souls pain
The regret, the betrayals, the wounds
To atone my worthlesness
With expectant face turned skyward,
a gentle quality that can be heard.
I watch the hypnotic, falling snow,
breathe in a cleanness, all it's own.
I smile as feather soft flakes,
sweetly kiss my lashes and face.
My cheeks a cold blushing glow,
calmness in me begins to grow.
A blanket of fresh fallen white,
lace upon lace, builds a quilt of ice.
Standing still, I listen, intently.
The gentle "hush" when snow falls gently.
Far out on Neptune's briny sea,
my hammock holding still
while the ship slowly rocks side to side,
tired and lonely, I close my eyes.
In this darkness I can hear
the constant lapping of the waves
against my ship's hull from bow to stern
and imagine the breeze's gentleness
as it caresses each delicate drop
before it splashes back to its home in the sea.
In this quasi-conscious state of being
My attention is drawn to an aroma so sweet
it reminds me of vanilla or, maybe, jasmine
rooted in a desert hillside mingling
with the cleanness of a Spring rain.
Am I really smelling this
or is my heart playing with my mind?
I am now imagining my arms
wrapping around your body,
breathing in your essences
after my tall ship returns to port.
How many days and hours will that be?
The sea is my home and I know it well,
but am cruising in unfamiliar waters
whose depths, denizens and perils
have yet to be discovered and charted.
With fair winds and a forgiving tide,
how fast can we go?
Is there such a thing as sailing too fast?
How many knots can that be?
Every moment ticking by creates another knot;
one that ties itself inside of me.
Sleep is not forthcoming;
I stir, my breathing heightens,
I slip out of my hammock
and my steps bring me to the deck
where I longingly look out over those ripples
separating me from you.
Surrounded by the pitch black of night I'm enheartened
by the moon's beams dancing like water nymphs
on the milky crest of every wave
filling my eyes with sensuous beauty.
My heart feels warm and vibrant now
and I turn my gaze upon that splendid orb
slowly spanning midnight's sky,
for somehow I know across this expanse of ocean,
you are looking at it too.
I continue my journey into the darkness,
chasing the moon to be closer to you.
Tonight, standing on this cold forlorn deck,
I wish I could reach up into the heavens,
pluck that chromish gem from the sky,
and give it to you to hold forever.
Back in my hammock I think and wonder,
when this ship, again, drops anchor in port,
will you be at dockside waiting for me?
When my sails are relaxed,
my jib tied down resting in its place,
and I finally set these seadog's legs upon the shore,
will you be there?
I am but a lonely sailor
looking for your outstretched arms
to guide my heart into a safe harbor...
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Stormy is the sky
Stormy is why
Why the sky is gray
Why the rain decided to come
Come to relieve all the anger in her heart
Compelled to cry
Stormy tell my why
Why do you cry
Sadness you always see
but.. just remember you bring the rain
that comes in the spring
and flowers you always bring
Insane your intentions may be
but I still love thy
Beauty you always bring
I breathe and your scent always be
There when you come
Freshness
Cleanness
Beauty you always are
For me, we who can really see
you for what your really are
THIS MOMENT FOREVER
BY Gayle Vanasse 6/5/2022
Have you ever found that special moment where everything just feels right? Everything feels good! That moment that makes you feel like you just wish to be in this place forever, just feel like this forever.
Today, this morning I feel it. I feel it so clear, clean, beautiful. I just want this moment, these moments….. to last forever.
The cleanness of my body, my breath. The smells of the clean morning air, the sounds of the natural life, the sights of the beautiful surroundings. It’s so now, new, clean, refreshing, RAW. I feel it all enter my body through my nose, through my eyes, through my ears.
The soft breeze of a new day. The sun awaking from its long night. The birds singing glory to the new day. The soft musical notes that give life to this earth fills my heart and soul with the wonderous love, gratitude, and honor to be alive.
Oh how can I make this feeling stay in my heart forever? Not just in this present moment, these moments? Knowing soon something will interrupt this beautiful feeling I am experiencing. I wish everyone could take a moment to feel this peace of love and contentment. This feeling of joy and freedom. To be able to release any pain and anger from their lives and just feel the amazing goodness the world has to offer. To breath it all in, let yourselves explore the true feeling of happiness, love, and the joy of being truly alive.
If only these moments could last oh so much longer
Cheering colossal galaxy with Creator’s radiance
Directing mankind toward Providence-guidance…
Eye* of God reveals His light’s empowerment
Freeing the blinded against ignorance-imprisonment…
*2Samuel 22:25 Therefore the LORD hath recompensed me according to my righteousness; according to my cleanness in his eye sight.
June 25, 2019
5th place, "Arbitrium Divisa 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R. Barden; judged on 7/17/2019.
Before she comes I was live but not living
Live dying, she added fuel to my life for living
Feel someone love me, this works like miracle
When I wake up, I see her smiley face at the corner of the sky
I prepare myself cleanness though she away thousands of miles
New hopes of living in this word come into my life
I search the things which she likes, found the reason to be happy
She became the reason to love my life
I want to live now, not for me, but to live life which I can’t
Though she is not in fate
Let me live in my world, I don’t want to go away
I want to live
Cleanness, as somebody said once ,
Not where they clean, but where they do not crap,
And our yardman vigilantly at the entrance,
Walks around with a huge scary club.
Nice to watch, how he - with congenital grace,
For the slightest piece of paper or a mote,
Trying hard, with a skewed embittered face,
To strangle a guilty tenant by a throat.
Barking can not be heard, do not meow cats,
Such cleanness around and grace, and numbs,
Even birds in the district- a glance can not catch,
Only in the grass teeth whitened crumbs.