Best Contemplating Poems
You could say:
Variety attracts a free spirit, a soul with curiosity -
someone like me,
someone simple minded
Ideas invigorate the muse,
while
Calculations,
the right angles and views
- test me
intellectually
(A nerd searching for an exact word)
I could say:
A pencil behind the ear, might draw you near,
to someone like me
Your creative energy is incredibly alluring,
off the number chart
carefree,
figures balanced
when,
Inspired -
poetically
(A flawless word searching for a nerd)
We could both say:
Variety attracts a free spirit, a soul with curiosity
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~ Just a little scribble ~
Sunday March 17th, 2019- Poem of the Day
Author's Note- Many thanks to all those that take a moment to leave a kind thought upon my poetic whispers.
I am humbled that this poem of mine has been chosen as Poem of the Day.
Sunflowers like smiling balloons,
round and robust, sounds
of the stem bobbing like a string
tied not to the past but to the soons.
Lost before noon, the duct
let out one final tear. Now
she is nearer to God than me.
Like a sheepdog, I guard my Dad.
Sunflowers, weaved into a frame,
deluded in happiness while we pass.
Petals pull at the heart, switching
moods between Winter and Spring.
His tears fill up palm lake, pulsing
of his broken heart. All delusions
fall off the cliff. Reality of life
without her, within.
Sunflowers’ dark brown centers,
the grief stricken eyes, tarred
and feathered. Childlike questions,
those eyes open wide…
So pretty purple urn; claustrophobic
words can’t contain the expression
of who she is-was. Ashes in eyes and
hearts of contemporary ascendants.
Sunflowers’ reflections, so alive,
slowly dying. We watch ourselves
fading. The funeral parading
before us, bypassing us.
I don't suppose
the white hums of summer
will ever out strum the blues;
but here before me,
two colors mingle
in polite harmony-
spouting about
like versed chums
over black coffee
so why do I stand here,
all cockeyed
and bashful
in these careful shades of yellow,
mulling over red
and its poignant way
of bruising my heart
a callous hue of indigo
The time nears, be it days or years,
when my soul must fly and my feet
shall trod the dusty earth no more,
and God says yes or God says no,
but go, my soul must go.....
I too believe
Flowers have more purposes than the bringing of fruit
So that all of me is not known
Though dig to the bedrock of my root
And I have feared that I shall go away
Before the golden fleece
Of many colors set me laughing at sun, moon and stars
And ever walked between the morning and the evening
Avoiding Martha's doubt
And the tears
From the depth of veiled despair
It is not evening etherized here
But common dust
When every atom is built by faith
I am sick today
And was sick yesterday
And again they brought me
To the gate Beautiful
After he was swallowed in the clouds
Yet I did not wait like Lazarus
For I too
Can be sick unto death
With these two voyagers:
Goodness and mercy
On eagle's wings and loaded with sunshine
Piloting me.
In the middle of the universe I stand
So alone, though surrounded by love
Afraid of today, more afraid of tomorrow
I know nothing beyond this small room
So alone, though surrounded by love
My fate in the hands of hopeful men
I know nothing beyond this small room
Standing on the precipice of the unknown
My fate in the hands of hopeful men
Afraid of today, more afraid of tomorrow
One with all of those who have gone before
In the middle of the universe I stand
The gifts are wrapped and ‘neath the tree
in brightly colored bags and bows.
I now sit back, my mind set free
to contemplate these thoughts I chose
and share this verse I now compose.
‘Tis quiet on this Christmas Eve;
a soothing peace now fills the air
with calming grace as I perceive
this moment meant for all to share
and bless it with a silent prayer.
And yet not all this time enjoy
for somewhere in the darkness roam
forgotten souls devoid of joy
who scrounge for food in constant moan
upon the street they call their home.
It’s right that we should show our love
and buy fine gifts for those held dear;
but don’t get lost in thoughts thereof
forgetting those who’re not so near
and close your ears their cries to hear.
December 24, 2023
I stand on the cliff’s edge and look down,
The falling stones, I hear their resound.
I close my eyes to feel the winds embrace,
I sense its touch all over my face.
I’m alone,
No fear...
The white waters pound the rocks below,
If I fall...
Who would know.
This is my selfish experience
My life is of little significance
The coward’s way out
I feel the wind moving about
Its blowing on my back as if to say jump
It would be all over in a minute with a thump
But like something invisible keeping me on
Though I see the happy things in my life all gone
I decide not to do it, to step away
Then a sudden scream I heard, aimed my way
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I slip over the edge with my face all screwing
I scream and start to bawl
“Urrrrrh!!!!! Arrrrrrrrrrrsehoooooooooole!!!”
The fear I now feel racing through me veins
And the pain I'm about to feel rushing through me brain
I helplessly lash out at the cliff edge
And manage to grasp hold of a protruding bit of veg
I’m brought to a holt like a snap of a whip
Then snap, crackle and pop I’m moving again to finish of my trip
I hit the rocks with a promising thud
I punch the air and say “Thank you me Lard”
Well I was air lifted to hospital with, a dislocated shoulder broken ribs and two leg bones,
If it weren’t for that hiker I would be ok walking home...
Ps some where amongst that bit of veg
If you ever climb down you'll see me teeth stuck on the cliff's edge
Won't snore
no more
Footle for Brian's contest
To contemplate nothing with something, a Sisyphean task
The mind’s paths, like Escher’s roads, simply double back
To land again in somethingness, explanations lack
Yet our deeper selves know profoundly the nothingness
It’s the void that fills up magically with a loved one’s kiss
5/3/16
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We come to Hither
To Honor the Spirit
Of the Lord
We beseech Thee in
Thy Moment' of need'
We plead to Thee
--------
Let Thy freedom
Abide in Me
Fore
- For Me -
Your did sacrifice
Oh', such a dear price
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Fore We are your precious'
People....
With a Heart and Soul
- With-in -
Open the Gate's Lord Jesus
Let your people in
Amen
GF
laying eyes on you first time
I wonder how that will feel
beyond this virtual lines and images
how will our senses appeal to us
as fear and trepidation beating drums
echoes louder drowning out good intentions
which will stay true and strong.... virtue or fear?
which will we let in .... past or future?
as I lay pondering on the moment
laying eyes on you first time
It is the winter of my life
And I don't need
To plant a seed
Or pluck a weed.
In fall and winter I stay in.
It is too cold.
Jack Frost is bold
And I am old.
There was a time when winter palled,
I longed for spring
But here's the thing
I've lost my zing.
Now I'm content to rest awhile
To sit and wait
To contemplate
The world's sad state.
It is your turn, dear younger friends,
To face the cold
Reach for the gold
You're not yet old.
If I've produced a line or two
Said something new
Inspired and true.
'Twill have to do.
Contemplating,
contemplating....
Sounds so very
like me!
Trying to add up
life's wondrous
configurations?
In my minuscule,
mental nation!
After many decades,
my mind is so very
tired.
Still won't get it...
till a stamp on my
head that reads,
"Expired!"
8/21/2021
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Pondering the edge of the universe
Destroys the concept of proximity
The ongoing continuum of time
Stretches well beyond infinity
Galaxies drifting in the distance
As we shine on our spinning star
Must marvel at the magnitude
Admiring the vastness from afar
History extending back ages
While an eternity lies ahead
Endless opportunities abound
Limitless potential to ascend
Our solo existence barely a spec
But can collectively coalesce
To usher in fresh perspectives
Propelling forward future progress