Best Conferring Poems
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
As celebrating the birth of almighty sacred church bells ring
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Halls of happiness aptly display, glittering décor of golden inlay
Where in rhythms of pious hymns carolers gaily dance and sing
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Around tree’s ornamental arrays children sway, pry, and play
While echoing from heartbeats of glory pulses of prayers ding
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Moonlit stars scintillate glaze of silent night’s cheerful-- yay!
Streaming themes of angelic euphony, praising heavenly king
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Boughs of green holly, donning red berries, venerate holy day
Conferring glee in blessings of divinity, as spiritual rhythms swing
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Invoking eternity in wreaths of flowers devotees earnestly pray
As faithful cling to missives of peace the beloved angels bring
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
December 26, 2020
Poem of the day on December 27, 2020
Placed 1st: Deck the halls poetry contest by Joseph May
Jubilation of my triumph, comfort soothing sorrow,
Aspirations of my passions, today and tomorrow,
Reveling reveries-elysian that love brought to fore;
You are the gift I adore, smiling through my yore,
As tenor of forever-love reverberates in your sphere
When extolling you, dear, heartbeats-ardent cheer.
My dear, when I am with you, how fervid souls coo,
Lauding promise of love, mirthful impulses renew,
For you are my musings, my esoteric zealous dream,
My sensuous sassy dawn, hosting romantic theme,
Unfolding treasured albums endearing vibes reveal,
My precious gem of life, sparkling amorous appeal.
Rhythms of my heart, how within your heart attune,
While rejoicing gift of love endearing spirits croon
Vowing pledges eternal, reaffirming bonds anew,
Conferring in lyrics of love, streaming just for you,
For you are my melody, strumming love’s encore~
My verse and sweet chorus: I love you ever more.
April 9, 2023
Placed 10th: I Only Live To Love You Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Reverence heard, a compassionate sound of solemn word,
Resounds mercy of utmost goodwill, aura-divine spurred,
Performing deeds of beneficence, defying malevolence;
An epistle of angels on earth conferring gift of benevolence.
Such holy angels dwelling among us, are gems quite rare,
Purity of their actions proclaim~ how genuinely they care,
For the destitute, the hapless, caught in throes of despair,
Proffering words of prayer, pleading for hope and welfare.
Messengers of peace, hallowed in zeal of virtuous intention,
Supernal is their magnificence, never yearning attention,
Humble in service to others, dedicated to their missions,
Guiding through life’s hurdles, fulfilling human ambitions.
Inner harmony echoes from voice of their altruistic soul,
Righteous are such missives, sentiments endearing cajole,
Rejecting pessimism of fate in bold pursuit of virtuous goal,
Of kindness, of amity and love, teachings spiritual extol.
Featherless angels, mortals alike us, yet they live on and on,
Worshipped for their pious acts, long after they are gone,
For legacies of ideals devout, profound passions of heart,
For reassurance, inspiration of life, memories now impart.
A genuine word bouquet~ the gift I give you today
Embroidered in chapters of benevolent language
Bound in book of life, memories fondly resonate,
Ornate in blossoms of passion heartbeats convey,
This gift I give you today, a genuine word bouquet,
Serenading our union says: I will love you always;
As candles of your affection within my heart glow
Worshipping life’s covenants we wrote long ago
Affirming those bonds still remain true and strong
Where bells of compassion in rhythms of love toll,
Wrapped in this uxorious gift are promises forever
Beaming glint of contentment in blessings eternal
Conferring everlasting upon goodness of evermore
Invoking feelings grandeur from halo of my soul
Strumming eloquence in oratory of requited love
Enamored in its presence, cajoling at its behest,
This gift I give you today, a genuine word bouquet,
Serenading our union says: I will love you always.
July 2, 2021
The gift that I give you poetry contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
"Heart sets up vibration echoing wordless intent, mind translates in symbols
the flight of our soul’s ascent ! "
Where does the wind blow through when the soul is having its drink?
Intent on learning, living, giving, receiving, how does it come to glow?
If the stirrings of the soul are mayhap God's way of conferring, lets sink
into the abysses of His love agape and sip from the fountain of His know!
Does ascension of the soul happen while on earth or does it begin up there?
Are we aiming to grow like wild weeds, between the cracks of a sidewalk?
If the waterwheel of life is being turned by an invisible hand from thin air,
then we must be Kenetic energy, just like the water that falls by the clock.
Oh how our lives glow when we choose to take one single step for mankind
Oh how our hearts grow wise as we choose to live through Avian connection
Where does the wind blow through each time we are being loving and kind?
If stirrings of the soul mean ascension then we better give it good direction !
Part Two
Older in age
younger in growth
still heeding His Master’s Voice
the Great swirling dark illiterate masses
led by less than nought point nought nought nought nought nought nought nought to the power of 32
who prefer nukes for toys
at the cost of common everyday joys
These that hanker after the departed master’s pat on the back
for the Man-Booker
for the National Book Award
for the Fullbright
for the Visiting Professorship and/or IIAS Fellowship
for the Ivy League-Oxbridge doctoral degree
for in short the Master’s pedigree-conferring embrace
These who do not know
do not want to know
do not wish to know
will not know
if there’s a difference
between a Genji Monogatari or the Monkey
between a Sakuntala or the Gitanjali
between a poem and a public parade
These that will *******ons of postcolonial muck
And oblige their students to gorge every bit with spit
Just to stamp careers with their brainprints
These that will turn their coat
turn their tongue
turn their souls
for a Nobel
These that preen strut pout pose pretend
mouth ready to swill the millesium
this bouquet mind you titillates the left corner of the upper palate
like a petal unfolding in spring from a hymen
the dark obedient swirling masses lie dumb night after never-ending night
to ebola and dingue and chikungunya swill water
shrivelling their cramped contorted viscera
(Continued in Part Two - 2)
As the earth dances in a stately minuet about its celestial lover
Bringing forth in its progression a season of rebirth and colour
Conferring on the land and air an anticipation of sweet romance
Dawn lights the clear blue sky as the earth pirouettes in its dance
Everywhere the dance of the sun overthrows the mantle of white
Fingers of ice loose their hoary grip freeing imprisoned fairy and sprite
Gone is the stillness of river and stream, bonds broken are now so fleet
Having been released to join the world in its magical dance so sweet
In valleys a carpet of snowdrops dance under newly dressed trees
Joyfully rainbows of wild flowers lift their heads in slow graceful degrees
Kissed gently with the love of the sun those that slumbered through
Long days of ice and snow now arise to join the dance and life renew
Meandering brooks reflect the colours of gossamer wings dancing above
Nascent larvae spin and twirl through shimmering crystal to a song of love
Over mountains high the soaring eagle watches life’s dancer’s move to the dream
Purple, red and pink a rainbow of perfumed colour is everywhere to be seen
Quietly bees move in perfect harmony with the dance as it has always been
Rivers once barren now teaming with life striving against the flow
So return to their beginnings, the dance draws them on with its glow
The dance brings all together and the joy of new life is the songs refrain
Upon the highest peak the cloak of white continues its frigid reign
Victory for the Suns fiery dance unattained still one icy realm does remain
Winter’s promise is here written that its dance shall usurp the land again
Xerxes in all his splendour does not compare to this timeless battle so arcane
Yet still the dance goes on for its brief time as the riot of life covers our earth
Zealous are the gods of our world’s beauty when they sing the song of rebirth.
Written 27/02/2015
I invoke, yea, the symbol of life and immortality
You are Sanatan Dharma of Hindus, Eternal life,
You are the key of Nile, and the Key of life
The universe, power and life-giving air and water
Key of life unlocking the gates of death
You are the fertility and creative power
Symbolizing by your cross and circle
You are the precursor to the Christian cross
Cutting female component by lopping off circle
Later amended to Father, Son and Holy Spirit
As an amulet you give strength and health
Top loop symbolizes reincarnation & rebirth.
You give beauty to fingertips of Gods & Goddesses
Conferring the gift of life to mummy of the dead
The goddess Isis holds you in her hand
You are in the hand of the jackal god Anubis
The god of underworld and mummification
Even God Horus holds you in his hand
Welcoming the deceased to the underworld.
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Second Place
Contest: The Ankh
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Winter's crisp yet early breath whispered to me this eve
A yearly session as we, the cold and me, gather
Conferring when, when can I join her, join her as she
gallops wild and free-
Life has been cocooned, reigned tight and sensory
deprived-
all I cry for is the wild. The wild and the wind, as I was
meant to follow-
Espousing her movements is where I was meant to be.
How could you know?
Wrapped in a thick, sticky web of dubiety, never has she,
the wind,
seen me free. Dreams of conifers and dancing emerald
aurora always
calling to me, always calling and pulling me.
Yet, in this populated, polluted cocoon I remain as a
corpse,
not as a thing wild. A thing to lick raindrops off grass and
go where the day seizes me, never to wander among the
honeysuckle and bees, listening... just listening...
Concrete, lights, noise, horns, words, highways, bi-ways,
runaways, flyaways
Speak easies, slippery tongues, silty breaths, monitors,
breaks, jump ropes,
shoes, bonds, bonds- chains. Always chained.
Bosses, fights, liars, diers, criers, things always moving,
changing, squirming, vibrating, stinking, pissing, kissing,
f***ing.
Disease and lies- untruth to ones own self.
Utter self deception- the worst sin of all.
The cold wind fingers my hair, touching intimately
the parts she wishes to follow her-
the cocoon wraps even tighter, pushing her away,
completely away.
But I can still smell her and know she wants me.
She knows I want her, she knows I love her,
she knows I will die before ever truly knowing her.
The grandeur of God, brilliant and ablaze,
shines bright like the sun from His white-hot eyes,
and gives light to space of vast and endless size;
conferring sight so Him the blind may praise.
His untold grace, which abides, endures, stays
forever, keeps and seals their lips from lies
so hearts and minds remain ordained and wise,
and give His Word divine, angelic raise.
For the millennial Kingdom's appointed time
arrives beyond end times' brief, labor pangs
and will save God's elect from sin's deadly grime,
so the oppressed by hell's demonic gangs
will live in glory and their sinless prime
once Christ destroys the Serpent's deadly fangs!
In the middle of deep dark woods
Beneath the clumsy, capricious clouds
A wacky, wiggly passage leads
To a captivating, cavernous ground
There dwells a divine dreamy Ipomoea__
With the sunset, she gets herself unwrap__
To brew with love, in her beaming lucent lap
Some nifty, nebulous Ambrosia
Pour one drop of it in your soul and soon___
You'll see a surreptitious door in the middle of thin air
Climb it__ embrace it___ no need to fear
And boom___ you are teleported to a river on the moon
Night Elves in gossamer gowns sing by the brink too
Ssshh! listen to the sweetest song, the calmest tune
Swim and watch the ethereal flies hovering over you
Until you are inebriated by river of the moon
The secret river, seen by none
But those with a tender heart
Purest of thoughts and sweetest clarion
And who love the universe __ till the very end
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, 04-29-21)
Note:
IPOMOEA ALBA is a flower, also called moonflower or moon vine)
Ambrosia (in Greek mythology) is the food or drink of the Greek gods, often depicted as conferring longevity or immortality upon whoever consumed it. It was brought by doves and served at the heavenly feast.
Faraway images
Clearer impressions
Calico kittens
Conferring intentions...
Wistful companions
Abundantly joyous,
Singing reditions
Of Eventide's chorus.
Lastly, the supplicants
Soft eyed in questioning
Whisper endearments
With symmetry's blessing.
All of the questions
And some of the answers
Flower together
Surpassing imagining...
Softly and softly,
In quiet compassion
Embracing the dreamers
In wrappings of laughter
With butterfly rainbows
To use now as ribbons.
Tie up the wishes
And save them for living...
Come, open the windows now....
Sunrise in my lover's arms.
I will be free.. free like the wind
to kiss the sun and burn in sunshine
Cherish my eternal peace
but the pain is also mine.
Pure like a pulsating heart
all the sufferings included
this bind will end soon
like we never took a part.
A part of me in a wander
Another ready to surrender
In motion or immobile emotions
Conferring to triumph over.
Looking up,there is a hued sky
And down to feet above ground
Who mapped the freedom
And made it a soothing sound.
If the answer finds none
but I'm still in a chase
breathlessly bonded
in an endless maze,
Sky feels short and
the ground ablaze .
Then liberate everything
that pulls you back
Liberate the memory
that remembers your track
And liberate the love
To make everything blank
Liberate the love and never turn back.
They are dragging the funeral,
And conferring their itch
With dreams to fade foe.
These are the lion hearted heroes
Of mother earth.
They are walking on the roads of thrones,
Where entry and exit is to God
With ardent desire to protect
each and every soul,
This is the uniform of our real heroes.
Their fight is trackless,
Their enemy is reckless,
Their efforts are countless,
May this valarous fate
receives the stroke of luck
They are platting mortal for humankind
These are the real protagonist,
May they receive the strength to usher
the mankind to the robust world.
:-Nayan Chetankumar Shrimal
Bountiful Interactions; Plethora of discussions;
Oodles of gossiping; certainly with those
Precious ones known as ‘Friends;
Those were the days at school –
Innocence at zenith;
T’wos fun chatting over phone then;
Doing the Tittle-tattle about teachers,
Adoring those cute classmates;
Nostalgic are those moments;
Those moments with “Friends’
Then entered college, Innocence abridged;
With newer friends;
Conferring extensively on careers;
Unrelenting analogous trend;
Talking and gossiping; having a fantastic time;
College ended and so did friendship;
Work came anon, Innocence lost;
Extra mature, extra busy;
No time for friends, no time for anything;
Yet a thought about friends enduring within;
Suddenly again;
Recalling those wonderful moments with friends;
Alas! Have no hint how to get in touch;
Technology popped in;
Email, chatting, orkutting;
Reviving our friendships;
Reminiscence of school and college;
Wonderful are those moments;
Moments that we spent with friends;
Back is our friendship;
Back is our chitchatting;
Back to our old times;
Precious are those moments;
Nevertheless all those feelings remain unchanged;
Undoubtedly now shall emerge;
Better moments, Fun filled era;
Needless to mention;
Friends are forever.