Best Communing Poems
Dragon was watching the nature channel, and decided that…
Communing with nature, is where, IT must really… be at!
He wanted to know: What nature is. What part is he? Is he more than that?
You’d think he’d start at home, but NO! He went to the park, of course!
The park with it’s mowed lawns, and yes, where the pigeons are, in force!
He ran to an elderly man, feeding pigeons, from a bag, on a bench, of course.
The answer: we’re all part of nature, just nature prime, cause we’re smarter.
Each one’s unique, walk in others shoes, and the answers are there to garner.
Either, he didn't know the trouble he’d stir, or wanted a new story this week.
I glimpsed a paparazzi camera, partially concealed, that he did quickly seek.
Dragon immediately chose the pigeons, and I knew this wouldn't be good.
Especially, when a wild pack of paparazzi suddenly and very quickly stood.
He picked pigeons, cause they fly like him and are slow at getting away.
Plus he’s banned from the Nature Area, after his flames burned it one day.
First he followed the pigeons and checked out everything they did eat.
He wasn't too impressed as breadcrumbs and birdseed were their treats.
Then they flew to the 5-tiered fountain for a splash and feather bath, today.
But they had to leave when Dragon joined them, toppling it clear away.
The commotion took them to tree limbs, that broke under Dragons’ weight.
The park benches fared much better, as they toppled backwards, I must say.
The bronze statue looked more hopeful, till the Park Sheriff came his way.
The Sheriff of Crazyland fussed and shouted, till they all flew quickly off.
But now, Dragon had perfected the pigeon technique: of drop a load and fly.
It as a shame the Sheriff of Crazyland, was waving and shouting so close by.
Gee! I never knew, that the Sheriff could blow steam, like our Dragon can.
Tho, apparently, Dragons’ is much hotter as the statue arm, melted and ran.
But Dragon complimented him on his steam anyway, as he deftly flew away.
I just stood there and shook my head… as there was going to be heck to pay!
Now… you know why the Sheriff and Dragon simply will never get along.
For the Sheriff has now made it possible for Dragon to commune with...
‘The New Leash Law’.
I want to dance in a field of posies
I’d take off my shoes and squish my toesies
Lay in a field of color all day long
Listen to the birds and mimic their song
Smell all of Mother Nature’s fragrant scents
And prolong my stay by pitching a tent
I’d lie on my back and look at the sky
And linger there until the moon is high
I’d savor the moment, then return home
Where stress, anxiety and chaos roam
And when my day is a little off track
I will close my eyes and I’ll be right back
Communing with nature’s sights, sounds and smells
In the field of posies, I know so well.
In praying to God Almighty
my soul finds comfort in His light
shining with bliss’ tranquility
for worship of triumphant flight.
Communing with good Lord brings joy
amidst anguish, sorrow and pain
smiting worry and doubt that annoy
toward wondrous thanksgiving gain.
Supplication to Christ always
upon His inviting altar
graciously builds faith of strong rays
standing as godly Gibraltar.
Intimacy with gracious King
of compassion and wisdom thrill
guards my mind from guilty lurking
to soar along truth up growth hill.
Around Saviour’s compassion bond
my spirit claims plight victory
Clinging for aid, sans magic wand
To shout jubilation glory.
*Colossians 1:3 We give thanks to God and the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, praying always...
(Lipogram Poem with words not having letter "e")
January 30, 2023
Honorable Mention, "Shizumanu Taiyo" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish; judged on 3/3/2024
January 7 Scripture Meditations Based on Genesis 18-20
Key Verse – Genesis 18:33 And the LORD went his way, as soon as he had left communing with Abraham…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMMUNING WITH ME
Thank You for communing with me…
Appearing unto me with Your loving authority
In the plains of my prayer-supplication’s serenity
While I lift up my eyes, looking unto Your assurance certainty
And rest in Your comforting tranquility.
Thank You for communing with me…
Meeting me with Your quick readiness
In the ground of my frustration-loneliness
While I beg for favour in Your sight along neediness
And ask that You hasten to help me in my broken-heartedness.
Thank You for communing with me…
Setting before me Your sufficing provisions
In the tent of my cravings afflicted by dissatisfaction
While I yearn for Your pleasures to fill my contentment-portion
And seek Your surety of resources for my blessed function.
Thank You for communing with me…
Commanding me to keep Your holy way
In the mountain of my life-building pursuits everyday
While I believe that there is nothing too hard for You as You say
And trust You with Your time appointed of no delay.
Thank You for communing with me…
Forgiving me with Your pardoning mercy
In the heart-cave of my very grievous sins’ deficiency
While I repent toward Your righteousness-fervency
And turn from wickedness-occupancy.
Thank You for communing with me…
Compassing me with Your gentle chastisement
In the door of my disobedience locked by pride’s entrapment
While I depart from consuming iniquity’s judgment
And escape to Your offered peaceful preservation-settlement.
Thank You for communing with me…
Restoring me into Your warm fellowship
In the soul-gate of my integrity that follows Your leadership
While I fear You reverentially, honouring You in my stewardship
And submit to Your correction toward praise-filled worship.
January 7, 2022
A flame among the heavens.
Burning midnight sky.
Afterwards, in the burnt ashes.
Are where the flames now lie.
We've had our little visit.
Communing with the night.
Showing all the universe.
Inner earthly light.
For Nette's contest, shine with your Naani.
Written by Robert Johnson on June 23rd, 2014
Relate to me with not one word of sorrow,
As from some timeless lay,
Regale me with a numinous poetic theme
That shall take me faraway!
O’ forespeak to me no form of darkness,
That may lie beyond my sight,
Nor utter thus to me of life’s nearing end
To time’s everlasting flight!
Address me not with one fallacious word,
Nor vocals of dispute,
Reply to me only with the purist of truth
That no one can refute!
O’ thus retell to me from the ethereal verse,
As God I then may hear,
For I wish only the sacred prose of Heaven
To fall upon my ear!
Speak to me no despairing words of sorrow,
Nor one single utterance of pain!
I beseech ye!
Sound gently now, upon this burdened soul,
As the drops of summer rain!
O’ or leave me to my self-communing silence,
Lest all madness be unfurled,
For it is difficult to hear the muse of harmony
Through the discordance of this world!
Far and away the faint call of the loon
The sun dropping, darkness coming soon
The waters kissed by the last beams of light
An eagle soars to his home in the heights
Crowning the lake, forests dark and deep
Broken only by ancient rock faces steep
Giant trees surround the lake like a crown
In the beauty of nature the senses drown
We seek out these places to mend ragged souls
Reflection and meditation unconscious goals
To sit while the silence sings a heavenly tune
Interrupted only by the faint song of the loon
Lift up your eyes and heart to the new risen moon
For in these places, with Him, a time to commune
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The green tree, home to Jenny Wren,
Sits on a lush oasis at the back of my yard.
As sunlight penetrates
Find me sitting on a shady bench
Eye to eye with these tiny creatures,
Relaxing to the flutter of their wings
As they continue
Going about their lives
Unafraid of my presence,
Communing with my spirit.
Under a dark sky and a glistening half moon
I walk quietly, lest I awaken the sun
As I and the trees silently commune
Melding in the energy of the universal One.
Majestic royal palms that stretch to the sky
Lift my soul up to their heady heights
Catching my breath in a wondrous sigh
Sensing their view of the celestial sights.
From Kamehameha Avenue to Liloa Rise
Comes the fragrance of the plumeria trees
That makes sweet thoughts in my mind arise
From these delicate blossoms that sensually please.
Downslope to O'ahu Avenue
On the corner awaits a dear old friend -
A massive monkeypod with the power to imbue
Its strength and healing it's happy to lend.
I thank the mango trees for their tasty treasures
And delight in the poinciana's flaming orange dance
The awesomeness of trees is beyond all measures
As is their value to the lives they enhance.
I wend my way home to begin my day
With this vision of nature's sanctity.
In my heart it will always be tucked away -
A testament to life's generosity..
In the empty expanse of my soul ~
I hear a welcome voice
In the shadows surrounding me ~
I feel a soothing hand
In the boorish bars of my mind ~
I taste a selfless love
In the murky mirror of my life ~
I see a forgiving face
Communing with God ~
I am sensorily complete.