Best Embodies Poems
awoken yet still dreamy
i float towards the window
by which i wait
by which i dream
peering through the fog of reality
i think of you
how I love you
face to face
peer through those incredible eyes
you expose only to me
completely transparent
deep as you are;
gifted,
singularly unique
the sound of your voice
more intriguing
wind - tiptoes the dense forest greens
the flutter of the one butterfly’s wings
caressing the jade blue of the morning sky
my name flying from you
like angels playing their golden harps
crave Destiny’s Child
“Say my name, say my name”
their music bouncing around in my head
as i wallow in the true of you
i love you face to face
your fresh
out of the shower
complexion
my eyes are yours
surely all of nature embodies you
and i must be made of steel
you the magnet draws the beat of my heart
breaking through my ribs
to sync with yours
face to face
enrobed in your thick locks
my fingers mapping every strand
bury myself in its scent
found in the meld of us
i love you face to face
Categories:
embodies, love,
Form:
Free verse
Whenever the road is long and hard
And you wish that your burdens were light,
Remember to have FAITH there by your side.
With courage it will act as your might.
Whenever the sun seems lost from view
And ahead a long,long night,
Remember the HOPE lying deep in your heart.
It will help to reveal the light.
Whenever the darkness embodies your fears
That you tremble at what lays in sight,
Remember the LOVE that holds you dear,
That will guard till the morning bright.....
We are all travellers along life's road
At times it seems only darkness in sight.
So as you journey go with FAITH and HOPE.
And let LOVE lead with its'kindly light.
Categories:
embodies, faith, hope, lovefaith, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Solar Plexus ( Sun of The Soul )
Tiphereth
Centre she holds the light
Connection to description
Concentration of all the names
Of beauty
Filtered from out pouring skies
Entrusted to perception
Before these provoking eyes
Solar Plexus
Third state consciousness
Her Aeon vibration
Calling
Proposition to ignite
The sleeping Chakra heart
Sol sustaining
The augury of hope
She proliferates
Never and forever
Changing
The coloured combination's
Of living
Goddess of all she is
And without
No acuity to perceive
The idylls
Of these convoluted explanations
Of existence
Of awareness
Face of creation
She is
All life’s attractions
To her radiance and adamantine warmth
Exists
Beacon she is
Living cell of solar system
Embodies Galactic entity
And what unknown umbilical
Resounds to this magnitude
Of the ever eternal point
Centered
Touches this Galaxy of stars
Space Universal
Extends
Extends a phantom finger
Through the vast and the void veils
Extends a phantom finger
And somehow
Writes
And reads
These
Words
Inspired by Christie Moses “ Soul of The Sun “
Categories:
embodies, inspirational, life, mystery, naturesun,
Form:
Free verse
No season surpasses Spring,
though Fall is a contender.
Spring embodies warm winds to melt the snow;
a searing sun traversing bright blue skies,
and an earthy fragrance that greets each breath.
Icicles soon melt away,
disappearing drip by drip.
Drawn to a blanket of moist, tepid air,
snowdrops and crocuses are first to show;
followed by tulips poking from the snow.
As ice-packed rivers break free,
they, once more, flow to the sea.
Migrating flocks of geese, honking in flight,
signal they have retraced their journey home
as the Robin Redbreast hunts for dew worms.
Wildflowers perfume the air;
while color spreads everywhere.
Cerulean skies gather up rain clouds
as canopies shelter nesting songbirds,
and chlorophyll inks a carpet of green.
April rains are the fuel
that fuels life's renewal.
Categories:
embodies, beauty, color, flower, how
Form:
Blank verse
Peering in the windows,
Of those lives I barely see,
Except when tokens are procured,
For rides, intermittently,
They look at me, I look back,
Nothing severed or taken,
My pith, unimpaired,
And by them, unmistaken,
Do they think that my life,
Should be transformed to theirs,
With foreign exclusions,
And tainted, quaint stares,
Their subtle indifference,
No case dares to appeal,
Embodies the essence,
Of a world they call real,
So they ask with green eyes,
Should I now switch with you,
Would that make my self-worth,
Somehow, progressively true,
I glance, to respond,
That neither is needed,
Because as tolerance failed,
Manipulation succeeded,
We both yearn to validate,
Our courses of being,
Amidst choices of learning,
And preferred ways of seeing,
For now, the windows are closed,
The Santa Anas, they're blowing,
And those lives which premiered,
Have no interest in showing,
We will then pause to wonder,
If the sill might be locked,
Therefore sealed from exposure,
And no chance to be mocked.
(12/30/01)
Categories:
embodies, betrayal, crazy, fantasy, how
Form:
Rhyme
Tone down the intensity
Is like telling the sun
Not to reach its zenith
Of blazing, scorching heat
Or telling the waterfall
Just as it is ready to gush
Down in a tumult of
Freshness to hold back
At the edge
Or telling the volcano
Seconds away from erupting
Hot molten lava
To reingest the heat
And lie dormant
Or telling the tsunami
That is rushing headlong
To the shoreline
To recede back into
Nothingness and let go
Of its momentum of power
Or the shooting star
To not leave a sparkling trail
As the friction with air
Causes it to burn in brilliance
But to remain motionless
A pale light
On a dotted black sky
Tone down the intensity
For a person who embodies it
Is like telling nature to stand still
With bated breath
When all it wants to do
Is burst into a song of celebration.
Tone down the intensity?
Not a chance…
Tone UP the capacity
To live life!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
embodies, metaphor, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Art
is a dance on the canvas
in the falling rainbow snow
as blue goes here and red over there
forming a garden
that embodies the meaning of inspiration
Categories:
embodies, art, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
She moves in undulating beauty, a figure of mystery
who fully embodies and embraces her surroundings.
She cradles her arms around the earth like a tender mother
and fills deep oceans like a life giving womb.
Her fluid lines are as changing and malleable as the seasons
smooth and silky as a placid lake in summer
lazy and languid as a meandering river in autumn
choppy and volatile as a torrential flood in winter
laughing and spritely as a flowing fountain in spring.
She can be unpredictable and freeze into icicles
can break the will of the most hardened soul
or soften and melt into a fresh spring of happiness.
She is never silent, for her currents run deep
she knows no boundaries, for she is boundless.
Her liquid art is as unrestrained as the rains
endless clouds form and bear witness to her.
She is translucent and at times elusive
she can never be fully grasped
for she is the shape of water.
6/13/2021
Categories:
embodies, beauty, water,
Form:
Free verse
PRICELESS Me
Satan, Im priceless you cant put that price on me
This beautiful structure GOD has created simply does not have a fee
So all that you proclaim to offer theres no need you see
I can send up all my requests and receive them by getting down on bended knees
As I reflect back on my past when everything about me was a fee
And my entire mentality was driven by nothing but currency
I rendered you my soul
And just then my whole life had took its toll
I started chasing and lusting wealth
Which had become so detrimental to my health
I lost all my sense of reasoning my direction, visions and goals I was no longer seeing
I was brought with a pricetag on my head
But realistically I was living as the dead
When my sole purpose was to benefit the family I once led
Eventually you would place a huge dent in me
Incarceration has found me and grief surrounds me
As your merchandise and due to your purchase I allowed you to depreciate my value
You were persistently attracting, while consistently attacking
But know I landed back in my original owners hands, who initially gave me life
With instructions for no strife
New birth, My worth
Recognizing all that he created me to be without a price or a fee
Your wicked ramifications that had once followed
Mournfully, tormented me my family and friends suffering is what we had swallowed
And as your merchandise
I still had to pay my own price
While your plans were to dismantle, distract and corrupt
Here I sit stuck in the prison system on my but
Satan, I have just a few more words “IM PRICELESS”
I cant be bought thats the lesson that I was taught
No longer am I living in hell because my soul is not for sell
No longer a commodity my merchant is now GOD
And he is who embodies me.
PRICELESS ME
(Mark 8:36) And how does a man benefit if he gains the whole world and loses his soul in the process?
Categories:
embodies, encouraging, growth, inspirational, life,
Form:
Free verse
Christ Like
Christian?
Hmmm – let’s see
Professing virtue
Condescendingly
We start with a claim
We separate in to groups
Denominations – Thirty five hundred
How convenient – no need for any proof
The Christ we say we follow
Embodies the word
He lives out what he teaches
Actions are what need to be heard
We just say “We’re all sinners”
Sick - decrepit souls
We’ll never live up
To the greatest story that’s been told
Dissonance - suffering
Apathetic and broke
We’ll just point out others beliefs
Judge them and make jokes
Christian?
I prefer Follower of Christ
By following his word
It makes life feel so right
No judgment
No fear
No shame
No hidden agenda to trade my soul for fame
Perhaps we are sinners
Because of biological drives
Acceptance – awareness - beauty
Salvation – you come alive
If you become what you say
Your actions will speak the truth
Be Christ like
Like the Bible says - You will know them by their fruits
Categories:
embodies, bible, conflict, creation, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
I have begun a new journey
To experience the commencement
of change, my infinite potential
A need to savor this life..
Venture beyond the general
consensus of who I am
reaching for who I will be....
I need to bare my soul
breaking down my identities.....
What do I see?...
What embodies me?..
Is it a collection of
my lessons I've amassed?....
Ones I've put my own spin on
making them each unique
and I my own....?
So many characters
I've played in life?...
a mother, a lover, a friend,
a daughter...
all my personalities?..
I'm so tired of self imposed
limitations, I need no more....
This year brought me a
new chance to do this right...
I will grab what life has to offer
along with my learned lessons,
and not just one personality...
I will merge all my characters
Into one, so I can become better
than who i was
Become my future not my past.....
To find my true happiness.....
Become the true warrior I claim to be.....
Embrace her and soften her...
Opening her up to happiness
and a love....
Categories:
embodies, confidence, courage, love, self,
Form:
Free verse
Not judged in reference
kindred spirits they dance
The words once they’re spoken
notes and palettes enhanced
The music enlivens
what phrases will say
While a painting embodies
what verse can convey
And the only conflict
is in the critics eye
Who sees not the harmony
but comparisons lie
As all art travels skyward
enjoined hand in hand
To the source of its power
—where together they stand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Categories:
embodies, art,
Form:
Rhyme
Only sound, early in the morn is the keyboard
The quiet opens my brain and body
To the awareness to all that it can afford
Any sound like the ringing in my ears that embodies
My every waking thought and is irritating
It would be nice if it would just go away.
Nature, cooking, listening to music keeps it from grating
Sometimes I wish it would leave forever and stay
Life, though, is not always that easy
Wishes most of the time don't get answered
Problems mostly are not solved breezy
And wishes go unanswered.
God knows, hears our prayers and He always answers
Sometimes it is with a yes, sometimes a no, sometimes maybe and sometimes it is wait
Categories:
embodies, life,
Form:
Other
I hate soccer I hate it so much I don’t call it football I call it soccer,
It is a pointless boring game involving no impressive skill or reward,
An exhausting inane farce that distracts millions from reality,
I hate the English; I hate them so much I call them stupid peasants,
Angry, hateful, mostly retarded fools, who are utterly enslaved by their government,
Ignorant of the facts, they are not free or strong, coward thugs protected by their enslavement,
Ancient tribes once roamed those beautiful isles, each with its own shamanic tradition,
Each with its own herb lore, astrological systems, martial, music, sculptural and visual arts,
Each with its own deep mystical language with roots into the fabric of creation,
Destroyed and overtaken by poisoned humans who were consumed by ego and greed,
Languages and traditions destroyed and replaced by a fake slave language and a fake slave religion.
All of Northern Europe was conquered but nowhere so badly retarded as England and from there it spread.
The scourge eventually destroyed all free peoples of the world even the Native American’s and Tibetans.
And soccer embodies the stupidity of the enslaved, a twisted treat for the cowed masses.
Categories:
embodies, soccer,
Form:
Free verse
A BRUSH OF ARS POETICA
Rhythmic verses wherein death paints a picturesque of life
or life itself is written in lethargic-dying state:
a dusty stocked vocabulary still cuts like a knife
when done and re-phrased witty, nonparallel and ornate.
Like the azure fluffy clouds parading affront the sun,
its smiling hue of yellow-orange kisses sleeping hope--
softly flaming those frugal thoughts in grace and wonder stun,
remarkable enough to line dream stanzas ropes and slopes.
Strokes cast spells of rattles, rambles to erratic silence
allowing trembles to twang murmurs upon hardened hearts
same as magnet it attracts eyes and ears to your essence
because your speech ushers morals incubating fresh starts.
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***Sponsor Thomas Martin
Contest Name Ars Poetica
++Placed 1st++
O.E. Guillermo
2:26 pm, March 06, 2015
***I define art of poetry as variations of light and dark, life and death, pale and vibrant, real and fiction... Writing poetry resurrects life even to a scene spelling disaster and death. Art of poetry embodies every angle aiming to touch the senses. Deep and superficial, all around breathing or not screams/is an art of poetry.
Categories:
embodies, imagery, inspiration, poems, poetry,
Form:
Quatorzain