Best Distil Poems

I wished to ascend,
so I called a friend,
who knew of such things
and how to grow wings.

‘God’s abode’s within’,
he said, ‘so begin,
by simply choosing,
head and heart, fusing’.

‘Each impulse distil,
aligned with His will’.
So I set out thus,
aboard God’s love bus.

I reached heaven’s gate
and there chose to wait,
for...

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Good poetry is like an Old Master
Crafted with expert skill imbued with soul
No abstracted throwaway disaster
Or a bland undistinguished casserole
Of poor ingredients cooked up faster
And deposited in the toilet bowl
No, it should stimulate the appetite
And explode in the mind like dynamite

Good poetry should stand the...

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He sits with his head upon his hands
His eyes are red
And water that glued the sands
Sun sucked, slithered from the sandy bed
His thoughts are the hourglass
Grains of meaning mincing away
His castle was the sheltered pass
Tomorrow in today decay.

The officer who came to the door 
Polite...

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Thoughts melt and distil under a green/blue flame,
Swirling down, separated out and mixed.
If you’ve seen it, it’s broken;
If you’ve heard it, it’s shredded;
If you’ve read it, it’s rewritten.
It's really quite unlikely to be fixed.

You’re cutting up holiday snaps
and pasting them onto card.
And you’re scrambling madly
to...

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Sans ego, who are we

“All that is, is God-consciousness ~
Dance divine, in sheer playfulness “

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Presupposing separation from God,
we thus eclipse the light by our own hand,
playing mind games until heart’s lust has thawed,
whereupon soul’s freed, right here where we stand.

We’re here on earth, to imbibe...

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a creative impulse
on the spur 
  of the moment
with
spontaneous  
drops
to
distil 
as
a painting with words 

 an invitation 
  to stroll within
behind the veil
 share &participate
with 
  another’s mind....

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Written 16 August 2023:
Placed First in  "Why Are We Here Poetry contest",
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker

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(Bal-e-Jibril-151) Javed Iqbal Ke Naam:
(On receiving  first letter of Javed Iqbal(Late Son of Dr Allama Iqbal) in London)
https://youtu.be/jGv1lCDjHEk
Senior Justice Javed Iqbal (5 October 1924 – 3 October 2015) was a Pakistani philosopher and senior justice of the Supreme Court of Pakistan. He was internationally...

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The stream.

Sunlight Flicks through branch and falls
On shady copse and tree lined halls.
To scatter bright on dreaming stream,
Which flows amongst the woodland scene.
Then on to twist through leafy glade
And out into the light - Parade.


It chatters on through cobbled brook
And Bubbles up from rocky nook.
Over...

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It takes a long time 
To figure out if things went right
To find out if you did what was best
If you passed all those unknown test

An perfect life doesn't exist
Parenthood involves to many variables
Of which you cannot control

It is not easy raising a child
From preconception...

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Listen carefully: those are bells ringing.
To whom are they calling?
From where come the peals?
Here in the wild countryside
the pale-yellow cowslips
dance a lonely jig
to the tune of the wayward breeze,
dispersing their melliferous fragrance,
gracing us with their herbal remedies.
And still the bells peal!
Do they toll for me?
Reminding...

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They
placed
           a flower
upon
a grave
              read
              his
soliloquy
aloud
   ...

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The word of God is our teacher
coming down just like the rain
watering our crop over it all
evenly spread never being in vain
 
God speaks from heaven above
seeking to distil it as the dew
through His authorative inspired word
drinking all His truth His people grew
 
We are...

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The morning is fair and without compare;
desire to escape commotion in motion.
With apologies to Frost, but I’m lost
in sylvan idyll; my thoughts to distil.
I should have turned left or maybe the cleft
ignored as the bend designates the end.
Peering into the void I can’t avoid
the nagging...

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Refined smells of life ripening sunlight
Distil the dawn with sharp visions to reinvigorate
I’m seen through eyes in the tall grass
Drinking life from fresh air's revitalising glass

Crops rippling in the breeze like buoyant spirits 
Rise like a live stage performance through the mist
Thick like a page...

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