Best Easeful Poems
During my morning strolls along country paths
The world comes alive in all its gleam n’ glitter
What lovely autumn vistas unfurl and pass me by
What miracles of creation, what wonders of life
What variety, what fantastic medley
What serene peace, what easeful tranquility
Sights and scenes that hold one’s breaths
Sounds and songs that chase away the moody aches
Autumn leaves of crimson red, lemon yellow
And rusty orange, as they drop, they swirl and whirl
Fly in the wind, some landing on my body and tickling me-
A rare feel that this special season alone can give!
Avian chatter of birds migrating to the south,
Blended with the music of leaping cataracts,
And their echoes sent out by tall rocks and giant boulders.
All that pleases the eye and ear in euphoric delight!
Had I been a Raphael or Rembrandt,
I would have transferred those scenes onto a canvas,
Which one would never get tired of gazing at,
And kept in the drawing room for everyone to see
Or a Wordsworth to have composed those immortal
Tintern Abbey lines, inspired by these ‘beauteous forms’
To be recalled and recited by men of all ages and climes
That they ever ring resonant in their private closets!
Dec. 14.2022
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Brian's Contest- You Choose
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Still Life of Autumn Scene Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Eve Roper
Categories:
easeful, autumn, beauty, color,
Form:
Free verse
Sing a new song,
In laughing notes of light,
Falling soft as the dawn,
Sighing joy through each midnight,
Feelings glistening like the stars,
Assembled in skies, inspiring…
Playing gentle like old guitars
Reassuring the moments so alive…
Sing a new song,
One full of grace and hope,
Kissed by eternal flames,
Igniting the heart who’ll cope…
With darkness and betrayal,
All the shame of a past
Shadowed by ugliness,
Knowing the melody, so steadfast.
Sing a new song,
Breathed by a soul who glows,
With peace and kindness, stirred…
By the music real love will silently compose,
Music so beautiful and inspiring,
The heart feels like it has been moved,
Brought the gift of tender devotion,
Scattered by harmony that joy has proved…
Sing a new song,
Arise to meet the winds silent gusts,
Whispering through the oaks and pines,
Awakening dreams the heart trusts,
Fulfilling the night’s breathless need…
With a flowing tenderness, the belief
Wisdom showered by snowcapped dreams,
Quietly playing in euphonious relief….
Sing a new song,
In lavender sunsets, painted impressively,
Caressing the skies with bold hues of praise,
Rousing the life with grace so expressively,
Encouraging featherless angels,
Those who need only be known by the gentle
Way they divide moments with light,
Feelings so alive, immense, simply monumental.
Sing a new song,
Pouring like rain falling peaceful
Across the soul who sees the beauty,
Flooding minds, souls, with the easeful,
Sounding more like the rustling of leaves,
Dancing quietly on the autumn day,
Painting the moments, hesitating…
Erasing the pains of darkness’ dismay,
Sing a new song,
Remember the soothing tones,
Intimate like the trembling birth,
Flowing over the smooth stones…
Inviting the soul to flow
With enlightenment who drowns out…
The fears, the tears, the slow,
Easy silence – graceful as love’s fallout.
Sing a new song,
And I’ll sing along – blending voices,
Blending love, so alive –
Like the soul’s light, so many choices…
Will I never know the harmony,
That comes to life for the heart who hears…
Love sung to the heart who believes,
Poetic notes, significant as Shakespeare’s
Categories:
easeful, angel, appreciation, autumn, beautiful,
Form:
Quatrain
Too often I have forgotten the nectar
of welcomed recollection,
Having been lazed out
in Sylvan grasses green,
lounging upon the footstool of the world.....
where the wood marries the wedded waters,
where the songster sings from his hooded perches ----
Where the dream is ripe,
with long, easeful melodies;
With wind chasing the swooning dapples....
A short sleep in the lilting sky for a pampered muse,
Could life be sweeter in some ghost-clap mansion hall?
where the forest doesn't whisper in the womb of a man's soul?
***(A plea for a swift arriving Spring/Summer....)***
Categories:
easeful, anxiety, nature, spring,
Form:
Free verse
'Tween Sensibilities' Splendor
You speak adamantly of gentle courage
and sharing spring's flourished nectar,
the swooning rhythm of swaying trees
and the easeful breezes that flow
'tween endearment's sensibilities,
misty moonbows 'neath dusk's stormy skies
& lavender sunsets amidst rosy horizons,
affectation surging betwixt life's turmoils
wallowing in self indulgence & indecision,
the harmony of olive branch surrender
as thrumming heart's string patience,
it was then I comprehended, darkness doesn't
last a lifetime whence lit by love's fortitude
Frank Herrera's "What Love Is" Contest
Categories:
easeful, appreciation, blessing, celebration, desire,
Form:
Romanticism
END OF DREAM.
Perhaps I have lost the end of dream
For indulging in too much wakefulness
Or I have replicated the regale reality
In charades of some perpetual imagined.
Will I ever stay in sleep of easeful death
Or wake up to the call of an anguished strife
Where life makes some sense in living
Despite the instructions of digressed nights.
To give a purpose to veiled intensity
Or a shift away from the drunken stupor
In discovering knowledge of the lonely sea
Into endless marches of the spacious fervour.
Strapping the worlds beyond mittened sway
Stealing saltants from builders of milky way.
Categories:
easeful, sorrow,
Form:
Lyric
Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall
You who all would uphold in slumber
Blind to a gaze refrained or stalled.
Amongst this lonely block of figures and sand
And thick, heated lines
You glide across water in whispers;
The divine scope of earthly kind.
You I had watched from this embankment
For days on end without question or hope
Enskied before me as light azure
Cool dream where pond turns to rivers slow.
Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall,
For at once you grip to the shadow’s hand
And draw through paths by the tone of his call.
He who is half in love with easeful death
Holds you like an ancient coin,
And raises glass above your breath
When markets make themselves purloin.
Bright Lotus of the lily pad
I cry for you cannot see the same,
Gaily look upon the water still
At once your face would seem to change.
And I cry out bright Lotus
Let it be known that you fear the fall,
For you run from reason and hide away
Clinging to the shadow’s pall.
Categories:
easeful, angel, care, change, fear,
Form:
Couplet
"From deep within my heart I always catch the scent of my Beloved. How can I help but follow that fragrance?" Quote By _ Rumi
Once we were a happy pair of doves
Seeking warmth under each other’s wings
By sundown, we flew to our little nest
In our sweet space, we sought easeful rest
Even when the Earth’s in full glory
Now I bide alone, dull and dreary
Oh! Dear! Why have you so hurriedly left me?
Was it to make me drift in this turbulent sea?
We have known life’s depth and worth
Each morn, for us was love’s rebirth
We walked close to paths supernal
And lived ever in love eternal
I have lost the rhyme n’ rhythm of life
I see the world around with sorrows rife
I, a broken reed far beyond repair
With no songs to be played now or ever
Each flower recalls to me your sweet grace
The wind tossed petals remind me of your sad face
On silent nights the fragrance of your hair
Comes wafting, and for a while, I feel you near
A boundless emptiness now fills my space
The question –‘What next’ stares at my face
Yet never shall I falter, but shall endure my fate
Hoping, we shall meet at Heaven’s Rainbow Gate
July.22.2022
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Words. 189
Rhyme Rumi Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sotto Poet
Categories:
easeful, angst, death, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Channels within the windblown grass and contoured
shifting sand, stretch-probing as a spindle tree,
rouse echoing murmurs of the easeful sounds
of solitude, the slumberous sea, and me.
Entranced and mindful on this wild hypnotic shore,
Solitary maybe, and yet, alone no more.
Categories:
easeful, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme
Eyes are a beauty like no other,
Where your deepest sense shines like lustrous glass;
The perfect crystal structure,
A divine un-shattered over easeful stars.
Today I looked upon the light.
Today I woke from a heavy slumber
With memory much the same as dreams,
Blinds had been lifted,
And I draw my stillness
Towards the feathered window release.
I pour each breath to this outside air;
The calmly gaze of the soulful sky
May catch them, with wings extended backwards,
Embracing the pure and loyal tide.
The gentle hope of a heart.
Oh, draw in these breaths,
A delicate mixture of a transcendent draught,
Imbued with the devoted kiss of the echoing lake:
Cooled and tranquil to delve.
And lunar rush, tender compassion;
Both wild and soothing,
As the forever bond of eternal arms.
This draught I mix, uncork and bubble
Lulled and sweet, foamed over-flowing,
Gently poured, in reflection of sunburnt oak
And drunk in loyal acceptance.
May my hands never depart
From the shores of your warmth
And with sight fixed to a beauty like no other,
And with a flame in heart:
Today I looked upon the light of words
I love you… Hope you don’t read that and feel awkward…
Categories:
easeful, angel, beautiful, beauty, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Society is but a volatile brew of a lucky few, and plenty of:
Philosophers without portfolio,
Scholars without power,
Able men in a crippled world,
Visionaries weary of worry,
Artists bereft of brushes,
Patient men ensnared by a rush,
Actors craving for a costume,
Pioneers ruined by pedantic loons,
And simple men seeking the delight
Of a quiet easeful life!
Society is people reveling in reverie,
All full of dreams that seldom take wing!
But there are also those of towering talent who keep themselves hidden.
Hiding their lofty ambitions, their high aspirations, biding their time.
But not for long. For when the winds of fortune finally
shift, their stagnant ships shall seize the Seven Seas!
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Categories:
easeful, anxiety, dream, society, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
The following is my poetic/liturgical translation of the Heart Sutra:
The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara,
Whilst in profound Prajna Paramita
Saw illume the void of the five skandhas
And prevailed over all pain and peril.
Sariputta, image and void differ not,
Image is void and void is image,
So too sense and thought,
Conduct and consciousness.
Sariputta, the manifold dharmas
Are void and neither arise nor cease,
Are neither defiled nor pure and neither
Swell nor dwindle.
Thus, voidness has no image ; no sense,
Thought, conduct and consciousness.
Without eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body or mind ;
Without sight and sound, or scent, taste,
Feelings of touch, and dharma.
With no realm of vision or realm of awareness,
Neither dullness nor the end of dullness,
Neither decline and demise
Nor the end of decline and demise.
Devoid of pain, its causes, and need to cease it,
Without wisdom or gain
And with nothing to attain.
Bodhisattvas with Prajna Paramita
Have easeful hearts free from fear.
Forfeiting minds of mirage like dreams,
They achieve ultimate Nibbana.
The Buddhas that were, are now, and yet to come
Shall all through Prajna Paramita achieve
Anuttara- samyak- sambodhi.
Hence, know that Prajna Paramita
Is the greatly divine mantra,
The most luminous mantra,
The unsurpassed mantra,
And the peerless mantra.
Able to banish all misery;
Forever true and never false!
Thus, proclaim the Prajna Paramita Mantra,
And chant it so:
Jie dì jie dì
bo luó jie dì
bo luó seng jie dì
pú tí sà pó he
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Categories:
easeful, faith, introspection, religion, religious,
Form:
Prose Poetry
NIGHT ARRIVES.
Night arrives at the sunset
Bringing relief to tortured souls
Lost travellers on life’s journey
Tired like wounded feebled folks.
It sends its physician, the sleep
To enchant sufferings into a lull
Soothing embalming painful stripes
There releasing souls into easeful zest.
And then
Beyond cure into some temporary rest
Categories:
easeful, night,
Form:
Lyric
I know
flowers are
beautiful
I know
flowers smell
so sweet
I know
flowers are nice
Really nicer
than the moon
I know
flowers,
ranging with
importance
I know more
flowers...
I have
known the rose
With its
beauty and
love essence
I have
known the lily
With its
unsurpassed
whiteness
That
brightens a
dark world
I have
known the
daffodils
With its nice
golden yellow
with sparkling
grace
Peaceful
than the scary
world.
I have
known
flowers ...
But none
like you, my
love
Although, I
know you as a
friend
You look
like a rose
With real
red beauty with
candid love
essence
Like the lily,
your smile is
innocently
white
To brighten
my blurred
world.
You are
peaceful,
easeful like a
daffodil
With golden
words like an
angel
Laced with
grace and
warmth
You are a
worthy flower.
I have
known flowers
Also I love
flowers
Yet none so
real like you
My flower,
my love.
Categories:
easeful, lovelove, daffodils,
Form:
Lyric
In the throes of madness,
Some have said acuteness of the senses is a level no man can know unless he himself is mad
A return to instinct allows the senses to guide you through the work that's to be done
A heart broken--- knows how to guide a blade quickly across the wrist
or anothers throat
You sing a 'melodious plot' with "full-throated ease"
but a refrain in the illusion of hope
At the thought of the faked horizon or a child's laughter and we carry on even when we stop in the snow mesmerized by the
sweep of easy wind or downy flake
Conscious of the palsy shake of old men
That allow us to be in love with easeful death.
The whistle of the nightingale or the whisper of the the snowy wind
Or in the end we sing of sunsets or sorrow full well knowing tomorrow
is not our old friend.
Categories:
easeful, age, death, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
They say it is the thing of dreams,
And I have dreamed it so--
Bathed in moonlight's downy beams,
And in its still and easeful glow.
And in my misty reverie,
Where what is not, can always be--
I fall in love--eternally.
It is the reason why I sleep,
The dream the lonely know--
The dream come dawn I cannot keep,
Still I have dreamed it so.
Categories:
easeful, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme