Best Culminate Poems
I am aching wave
wrapped exquisitely
in spinel-warm strength
of you, my numero uno ~
the raven-winged wind,
as mind muses and melts
into the secretive sea
of the heart’s throb
for you ~ O selfless soul-flame,
my reason to reawaken
the ruby-rose reassurance
through restlessness,
holding the ardent
heat around my heart,
pulling my pulse patiently
to save me from sinking
into siren's streams…
I long to float forever ~
fearlessly falling in love
with the dripping citrine drops
glazing the pensive purity
of my purple paragon,
listening to limerence
as tides twirl and tango
around your toned torso,
breathing on the tip
of turning time ~
as we are engrossed
in an ethereal dream
where masculinity is moved
by the feathers of femininity ~
darkness drowns within
golden tears of gloaming
while yin yearns to ebb with yang,
pulsing amidst
paradoxical urges...
d e v o t i o n
is neither dusk nor dawn,
but the singing silhouette
beneath swirling serenity ~
the seraphic sight
of the wind wedding the wave,
painting primal passion ~
a picturesque polarity,
pressed into
the stoic palms
of patronal permanence ~
dissolving the inescapable distance
between darkness
and divinity
allowing nuances of nature
to culminate
in the calming cadence
that softens despair’s depth
like evening blush ~
a sparkling kiss
skimming zealous water...
The date was set and the church booked up
Invitations sent out, colors picked, and a hall for the sup.
The bridesmaids and groomsmen had all been chosen
For the date for us on the calendar was now frozen.
The Maid of Honor could only one person be
The Best Man knew this day would be crazy.
For all of the planning, the work, and the tension
Would culminate in this day of anticipation.
The minister counseled us and helped us to plan
But the burden was on us, for this day to span.
We wanted everyone to be as happy with us today
That's why we took so long to plan it this way.
The floweres trimmed the aisle along the carpet white
While all our family and friends dressed festively tonight.
The music started to play as the couples walked the aisle
I was reminded not to cry, instead to give a big smile.
It was my turn to walk the walk now
"Don't slip, don't trip, don't cause a row.
It's the day of the wedding and there is my peer
One question remains, "What am I doing here?"
Sorry does not drool from jilted lips
Nor, does sin seep, through sagging seams
Thus, Poison held in vile vials
Culminate disturbing dreams
Are transgressions fate and folly
from a cup that all must sip
And suffer from some turn and trial
Just to get forgiveness
Or are we prone, from wish or wisdom
Hoping we be un-bequiled
From the quill that penned the potion
Deluding hate, with strong denial
What is strength and what is weakness
Facing facelessness with smile ?
"til the soul's consumed by fire
Forgiveness sure must take a while
My transgressions, posted stealthy
on the sleeve, I wear at night
Looks to me as pure white linen
But, kept discreetly out of sight
I bruise your wing, you break my brow
It's been this way, since forever
I do forgive thee this I know
Though you-me, not and never.
New
Were we meant to live forever
or to briefly stray then go
Giving thought to why or weather
if in time we will ever know
Life is fleeting, They all say
Here today and gone tomorrow
Precious memories fade away
Just the good times , not the sorrows
Why must life be a struggle
On a path that's filled with tears
Feeling like I'm in a bubble
through the dark and lonely years
Every time I look to heaven
All I see is endless sky
Pondering a simple question
Is it true I'll never die
As I'm nearing my appointment
To the time that I must go
If have to sleep forever
Take my hand as I lie down
close my eyes without a sound
Fill my heart with inner peace
Give my soul a sweet release
Written: September 11, 2023
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Don't fret, dear; let's wend off the strife,
Candor your winsome grace—embrace life.
With a smile—arouse your inner fire,
Ignite the magic; cater glamour to inspire.
Revamp your vibes—yield them to radiate,
With the incitement of compassion, illuminate.
Empower the night to be a canvas for our dance,
Culminate in a symphony of romance.
Desultory whispers—replenish the air,
As diaphanous souls entwine in a rhythm so rare.
The night comes alive with a dulcet melody,
As love's symphony apes, lights shine merrily.
Our souls are in a dalliance—a longing dance,
Bodies squirming, hearts fluttering, stance.
With every toast, zeal will appear,
Early dawdles are the dulcet music we hear.
As a beacon, your smile paves the way,
Honing my grasp, velvety as tunes, light as spray.
The sky is our gossamer, and the stars our harbinger,
As we swirl and spin to the beat of a cosmic arbiter.
Hearts mellifluously carol a saccharine song,
as the opulent moon dances and bears us along.
Every tread, every nudge, every glance,
Speaks volumes of passion in a pastiche dance.
Once again, dear, let's ravel in the heavenly night,
Bosom compassion; wend our spirits; bear flight.
A sumptuous moment, no quest to pretend,
Our hearts will carol—until the seraglio trend.
It is crop time in Beantown.
The people of the City have the seeds to plant.
Their best harvest is the orange that is yellow.
Jake Castle is a great farmer.
His wife, Nefreda Maria, is one of the conservators.
Their yellow orange yields a greater harvest.
The children of Beantown are full of excitement.
They are the ones that florae.
This year is hyperactive because six years have passed.
The yellow orange is now in vegetation.
Once picked, the seeds are replanted
making the next garnering even more fulfilling.
This year Jake has a plan.
He will visit Giant’s land to plant the yellow orange to grow afar.
He desires the experience of a different crop.
He knows the rich soil of Giantvillism will bring forth a larger fruitage.
This is an ultimate gain to a more endowed yield.
Therein, the next six years will culminate in both places.
Once the harvesting was completed in Beantown,
Jake journeys to Giant’s sphere of influence.
His bag of seeds was his gift to the Land of the Big People.
Giant of the Big People embrace Jake
while Maddy shouted “A hearty hello to Jake.”
Tomorrow they will scatter the seeds of the yellow orange.
Six years later…
Beantown sings as the yellow orange gleams
in the photosynthesis of the sun.
Every family harvested their fruit and
people from other realms travel to purchase the fruition.
Beantown economy flourishes.
In Giantvillism, Giant harvest was grandiose.
The yellow orange fruition was up to
twice the size of Beantown’s fruitage.
Jake and Nefreda along with their three children journeyed afar
bringing back seeds of Giant’s yellow orange to grow in Beantown.
The next six years will make all very proud.
But for now, Beantown wealth is the show stopper.
All over talks about how those people of little means
henceforth a world of meaning.
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Penned on December 30, 2014!
stardom of the year
on its welcoming music
ushers our new dreams
culminate great task
snog the sweet and bitter past
cool somersault starts
blow New Year's trumpets
commence it with smiles and cheers
have a joyful year
May 14,2014 3.30pm
First Place
Contest: Two Haiku (Month of January)
Judged: 6/18/14
Sponsor: My fave poet, Skat
A pure-hearted soul, a floating shining spirit,
The honest power to make someone clearest,
A natured life, where all suffer and feel,
But yet, the strongest must have no fear,
The passion the connects us all might disappear,
But only the trust would last longer to bear,
Criticize, criticize, without any shame,
It's you that one who'd take the blame,
Upon the fallen angels of devotion,
Go and regain yourself some emotion,
A human whose manners are misunderstood,
What we do is what shall we could,
The looks where we misjudge the closest,
No matter how far, no matter near,
This is unfairly the pain we bear,
The heart of the faith and hope will reveal,
Upon the disheartened ones should never be mere,
Inner beauty can't be seen,
But the glowing of a fair hero shall be clear,
Clear and pure enough to thee,
To shut the misbehave to ease,
The better person shall upheave,
Is the one who suffered all the calamity,
Regret of the mistreat will be seen,
For the future's sake, all peace, just wait,
Loyalty to love is so tender,
Which tender is so keen,
But can be broke, betrayal is the thief,
But only the traitor will culminate,
His dark deeds would engulf him,
That's the punish, ending covers,
All those people shall be diminished,
Just see and wait, and bear the thee,
Sibyl will come to bless all the hurt ones,
The pure ones who have sharp patience,
As sharp as a knife, that is the thrive,
You can have it, it's what you contain,
A piercing tiger heart is what you sustain,
Go equalize and dilate,
Go and run toward the gate,
The gate of dreams, achieve the hope,
Go floating like a tiger without a rope,
Just high-five the sky,
Come on and give it a smile,
From your pure heart that should be,
Pure, pure as a white blaze,
Awaiting the awakening of the wind,
So just be it, a white blaze,
With a pure heart, no need to rephrase,
Also keep on dreaming, and be sharp,
Like a tiger how you should be,
That a human, like how you are,
A white tiger is what you are.
Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's
forehead.
Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance
Floor boards moan a song of dismemberment and forgotten age
While musty gloom thickens the air – inhibiting, restricting, compressing breaths
Entrance ways lead to hallways which culminate and connect enclosed spaces,
hovering in an atmosphere of haunt and mourn
Conversations linger, echoing within walls of dine and feast
settings arranged from ritual –
two plates,
two bowls,
two cups,
two knives,
two spoons,
two forks,
two napkins,
two chairs,
with only voice and ephemeral trace.
Twisted unleveled stairs, escalate to second stories
letters to love and hate cover ancient mourning boards.
Segmented space divides the infant from maturation.
Cracked spine, chipped rails, exposing the wooden crib core
Superficial angst and rage characterizing the infant's facade,
yet delicate love exposed in clean white linens pressed and laid in perfection
sets the bedding stage for stuffed bears and embroidered blankies
Toppled bookcase defecates bound knowledge across adult wooden bed frame
disheveling sheets, rugs, and right angles,
its half fallen posture exposes entrance way to hidden passages.
Between walls, moving slow as not to catch thread to exposed nail, pipe, or wire
shoulders grazing support beams, pace entranced by flattening florescence bulbed ceilings
Each step enclosing space tighter and tighter
Climax turns to anticlimax as exit opens to
a hermetic cell of textural paint echoing skin blotched and boiled.
Surrounding walls of tattered gold, ulcer red and puss filled purple,
each based with blotched skin.?Encircles full length mirror exposing views of deceased
discomfort –
Black glass glows within frame of ornate wood
spiking and curling with baroque transcendence
Reflecting back a ghost of future deceased persona.
Imagination flourishes
within my surreal world, where
reality's a state of mind.
And yet, my soul exists out there
amongst intangible shadows.
Emerging from my chrysalis,
I morph into a butterfly.
And life's magic incantations
allow my fledgling soul to fly
winds of spirituality.
Secret whispers culminate in
the sound of conflicting voices.
And yet, it's a cacophony
of life's emotional choices
that define the fringes of hope.
Stress and anxiety give rise
to a whirlwind of silent screams.
But fantasy finds an escape
through a kaleidoscope of dreams,
with endless possibilities.
Love burns with a flickering flame,
luring a moth to its demise.
And yet, it's more than a collage
of broken promises and lies
slipping through the fingers of time.
Mortality doesn't fear age,
for one inevitable night,
death will sever all earthly ties.
And within a tunnel of light,
the soul will ascend to Heaven.
(Blank Verse)
1/14/2016
Eternal God’s will
That men have access to Eternal Father
Through Father Christ
The Word made flesh
In the Eternal Holy Spirit
Become sharers in the divine nature
Eternal God dwells in unapproachable light
Wants to communicate His own divine light
In His only begotten Son
By revealing Himself
Eternal God wishes to make them capable
Of Responding to Him
Of knowing Him
Of loving Him far beyond
Their own natural capacity
The Divine plan of Revelation
Realized simultaneously
By deeds
And Words
Which are essentially
Bound with each other
Eternal God shed light in each other
Eternal God communicates Himself to man gradually
Prepares him to welcome
Stages of Sipernatrural Revelation
That culminate in the person
Mission of the Icarnate Word, Jesus Christ
The Word of Eternal God dwelt in man
Became the Son of man
In order accustom man
To perceive Eternal God
Accustom Eternal God to dwell in man
According to the Eternal Father’s pleasure
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A PLACE IN THE SUN
Through each disconcerting walk of life
Till all my explorations cease
All the vulnerability I’ve got culminate
I have lost the kiss of peace.
In a place next to the sun I gladly soar
Hoping to be near God, ending my inner war.
I loathed my ostentatious life
Yearning, in spite of all my fears
Land me safe in a place next to the sun
Where I can purify my eyes with fresh tears.
With every word said and every cruel thought
I atone to those who my cruel deeds had bought.
My heart has been completely crumpled
In vain my love with exertion broke free
Unvarnished truth should be my salvation
Seeking the lost emotions, to comfort Id.
In a place next to the sun I dream of going
Where all past transgressions shall be foregoing.
"The unwavering human desire for perpetuity"
--by poet--
Hunger For Life
Desperation reason with destiny to depose inevitability and find utopian coast
Longevity is not an impervious spiritual armor weakened by an invasive ghost
Inculcated within thoughts are prognostications of inexorable advancing years
Endeavors defying the rules of gravity regrettably culminate in shedding tears
Polar winds menace leaves steadfastly clinging on as tainted skies appear dim
Beyond freezing horizons anonymous newly departed faces wander in tandem
Grey whales returned and blizzards withdrew except old towns are in disarray
Hunger for life contesting dreadfulness anticipate the dissolution of a blue day
11/02/2014
1:46 a.m.
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour Of The Seas
Seeing the spring flowers
with colors so intense and alive,
makes me praise their Creator even more;
amazed and breathless,
unable to find any imperfection
in all that lies under the infinite sky!
By the winding path, under a fluttering willow tree,
I sit down and begin my contemplation...
by admiring a beauty never seen,
hidden from me, who is too far from perfect!
If roses are prettier than teasels,
they, too, are plants that serve a true purpose;
and if the witch-hazels have only yellow flowers,
are they less valuable or useful than
the dandelions with notched leaves?
Wouldn't the jacarandas provide them shade
in those steaming afternoons, or shelter them when
an unexpected storm arrives?
Nothing is imperfect and useless,
if it was created by His divine hand;
the quatrefoils are as much admirable as
the sleek nodes found elsewhere!
Climbing the rough cliffs of mountains,
brings me a step closer to serenity...
where pine groves culminate in mystery,
as the purest spring refreshes me:
whenever the scorching sun dehydrates my rough lips;
and from an elevation that opens up to an entire valley,
I'm the smallest being with a probable fragility,
and being too far from perfect:
I become aware of every defect...
to realize that nobody has an invincible aspect!
If everything that's inexplicable and beautiful
excites me...to make me immensely grateful;
why wouldn't I be astonished and be elevated by sublime joy
anytime I witness the splendor of each sunrise:
when the eagles and seagulls flap their wings a thousands times...
to savor a freedom that allows them to emit a joyful cry?
And being so mortal and too far from perfect...
it doesn't mean I must live within a limit!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Today, this of ours, arrives.
Fragile, nameless and, yet deeply adored.
Nine months of anticipation and care,
Culminate in this precious moment shared.
The first warm rays of a mellow sunrise,
Illuminate the face so pure and divine.
The sweet scent of daffodils fills the air,
As joyful tears and laughter echo off the pink plastered walls.
In this vivid, scent-filled room of delight,
Sweat-drenched adults beam with joyful light.
A new life stirs, and love overflows,
Radiating this precious moment shared.
A ghostly vision, flittering
in and out of my sight:
a white moth's gossamer wings flap
like a series of still photos,
flipped ever so swiftly
before my eyes.
The air ripples
like a pool of liquid ebony:
as each stroke of its wings
opens dimensions
of time and space.
Appearing and disappearing
a monochrome reality comes into focus:
like a flash of white, caught in the moonlight,
for a split second.
And like stop-and-go animation
phantom-like wings seem surreal!
Its flight instills a hypnotic trance:
like a fluttering flame flickering in the wind.
Black and white juxtaposed images
unite in a synergy of negative contrasts
that culminate in an illusion:
that's positively breathtaking!