Best Encapsulates Poems
Walking alone past the reeds blowing lace,
Stroking the oak by the old wooden gate,
Guided by trust to my lovers embrace,
Pouring my heart into leaves as they bate
Wind into dancing as feet hesitate,
Just long enough to find rhythm, I trace
Patterns in air as the pollen creates -
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...
Sky paints a picture for moon in dark space,
Vast driven oceans of life demonstrate
Love for the mountainous deserts displaced,
Each born anew, by the wind to its fate -
Seamless infinity’s natural state,
Is seeing your eyes on another’s kind face
And Finding forgiveness for those who breed hate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace
Out in the sun as light seeks out its place,
Faith comes to breathe as it encapsulates
Bodies of men where his truth is encased,
Dreamers whose dreams become true and innate,
Their journey is hard but rewarding and great
Where love can be found but cannot be replaced
And words that when written just right captivate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...
Each breath I breathe makes me appreciate
How beautiful life is, how rich and how chaste -
Nature’s perfection is light incarnate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...
copyright Kristin Reynolds 2008
Poetry is my photographer's way of taking a picture,
my way of capturing the moments our hearts envelope
and need to express. It's a snap shot
of the before, in between and after seen now...
NOW, RIGHT NOW!...
...What - I - felt,
What - she- thinks,
What - he - will - do...
...It encapsulates the heart of each poet's under-
standing for how to bring everything into words,
and focuses the listener into a sure way of receiving
what others mean to roll into your camera.
The seconds passing can now embrace the all
of life AND time for you to have now...
NOW, RIGHT NOW!...
...NOW can have more than the speaker standing
and the now that is spoken, but can release
the imagination to discover the realness of what
connects us all and en frame the totality of
existence into this moment...
As the shutter shuts, you impress into the world ideas...
Ideas like love lost, or an oak tree in mid-autumn...
You can engage your heart to feel united to a teenager
who lived 350 years ago and bring her back to life...
as well as unlock and set free your terminal uniqueness
and end loneliness forever now,
NOW, RIGHT NOW!...
...All you have to do is read and listen
and we can connect to each other....
maybe not this poem, maybe not the next...
let the shares become the film developing,
staying tuned in...
and everything you've ever been waiting to hear
can reach you!
...You can feel oneness with others,
ease the pillar of your soul,
comprehend your inhibitions,
put to rest your cravings,
or set loose your laughter...
...Time can angle your lens and catch what everything
looks like, but a poet can capture and increase
the moods and tones of the photo so you can
FEEL what the picture looks like with one flash...
and cause a picture to breathe....
So......take a deep breathe...
rub yourselves into your clothes....
...feel the texture of all the material,
maybe on your thighs or your shoulders...
..........smile...
go ahead and feel the texture of your own smile...
...SAY CHEESE...
and welcome to the now, NOW...
right now.
”I have loved thee with an everlasting love.”*
Such verily encapsulates the sovereign covenant with me
of my dearest Lover, my SAVIOUR-LORD-GOD
transcending sweetest angelic Valentine expressions
undoubtedly surpassing sacred marriage vows
since it goes beyond altar-date’s fidelity pledges
to prevail over reverberating “till death do us part…”
None can separate us in any way
Since He owns me, my soul never leaving
By His compassion, in His will I stay
To Him, I keep on steadfastly cleaving.
Bound by His faithfulness of caring might
Nothing can sever our relationship
His grand promise is sealed graciously tight
To secure me within His partnership.
“I love thee, because Thou first loved me.”**
Thus expresses my heart to HIM
while in vibrant fellowship I offer to Him loyal trust
made possible by His grace and mercy
as I abide in His will while ministering to others
gratefully proclaiming Christ's Gospel with kindness
along faith’s performance, propelled by His love.
*Jeremiah 31:3 The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
**1John 4:19 We love him, because he first loved us.
February 19, 2021
2nd place, "Valentine" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 3/1/2021.
Into my general path with a low voice.
Included are profound love and rejoice.
There will certainly be no lyrical illusion.
Simply a breathtaking, supple inclusion.
In the same vein as a delectable sweet.
She brings joy and a soft, cherished beet.
This involvement encapsulates her well.
In the bliss of my life or in a crystal shell,
The lightness of the wreath is uncanny.
Gently pulling into every nook and cranny
The depth of the loyalty is beyond compare.
An immensely worthless treasure, and rare.
Her compassionate and kindhearted nature
It calms my heart turmoil and mind retainer.
Love that cannot be evaluated or measured.
That filled my soul with all that I treasured.
To have her in my life is a tremendous gift.
Is this love flawless, or is his barb less swift?
Her dulcet apathy, sparkling as stars above,
My lovely addiction, my unconditional love.
Written: June 08, 2023
The ultimate compassionate
sensation resonates beyond
daily circumstances, travails
It is calming serenity
tapered by lustful indulgences
tempting peacefulness
You wonder how such blessings
could have been bestowed
upon a common utilitarian
personality rife with imperfections.
It's mind boggling
how forces intermingle
creating spheres of happiness.
It dangles illusions
of utopian perfection
transforming everyday misanthropes
into circumstantial bliss
that encapsulates illustrious
transcendental thoughts.
Mind altering realities
bestowed upon simplicities
of thoughtless ramifications
turning lackluster days
into something magical.
Love Laughs
Love laughs at each and all
As with the heart it plays
Entreating you to fall
In subtle succinct ways
The whisper in the ear
That little nothingness
Sly messages unclear
Invade the subconscious
It uses every ruse
In its little book
Leaves you vital clues
Entices you to look
You like what you are seeing
The way it makes you feel
It brings you into being
Even if unreal
You see the sideways glance
You catch the sultry stare
As purposeful as chance
Love laughs and begs you dare
A word seems out of place
Instinctively you trust
You know you should not chase
But then you know you must
You think you’ve seen it all
You think you’re to mature
Yet still it does enthral
You can’t resist the lure
Once you’re on the hook
You bow to each demand
Love laughs at its good luck
Has you, at its command
And there is no escape
Even for the strong
For it, encapsulates
All… for which you long.
Spring encapsulates all the things I dream of;
Flowers in bloom, what a heavenly sight
while being lulled by fresh rain that I love.
Breathing in sweet scents from morning ‘till night
elevates and inspires my soul to take flight.
Spring shares enchanted birth with the earth,
while butterflies flit from flower to flower.
Accomplice to this season’s musical mirth,
bird songs echo from bower to bower
as the glorious sun rises hour by hour.
All hues amaze against a myriad of green.
Daffodils and tulips rise from their sheltered sleep.
A time to be thankful for this peaceful scene
for rebirth in abundance my faith runs deep,
to all of God’s blessings each one of us reap.
May 6, 2014
Your touch today felt safe for the first time
In what seemed to be a lifetime of numb refusal
Conscious forgiveness
Liberation from bitterness
Encapsulates and shelves the pain
Enabling intimacy
No longer naive but adapted
An old boardwalk on the beach
offers a sensory treat,
early on a Summer's morn.
And Nature's artistic brush
encapsulates this hallmark
moment: where beauty excels.
Pastel panels of color,
like cobbled bricks of sunlight
ink the boards, in abstract art.
Orange and blue commingle:
as a mix of sun and sea
collaborate on each hue.
And familiarity,
warrants a much closer look:
drawing you into the scene.
Canopies of skittish leaves
cast fickle freckles of shade:
between beams of dancing light.
Nostalgia finds pleasantries
that you thought long forgotten:
restoring their enchantment.
And placidity's achieved:
amidst ubiquitous smiles
and sounds of children's laughter.
our synergy burst
encapsulates she and thee
thralls our loving thirst
.
Prejudice learned now
encapsulates willing souls
only hate survives
I feel sad today
Even though I'm not supposed to, I do
Sometimes it just sneaks up and overwhelms me
Fills my entire being with gloom
And the tears roll slowly, unstoppable
Never sobbing just rolling continuously
Down my face, I can't even explain why
Other than I'm tired,so tired of the battle
Battling constant pain is so boring
No one but those in pain understand
Because its invisible unseen it's also unexplainable
People get tired of listening to how badly I truly feel
After a while the friends I had are gone
They can't hear it anymore or somehow
I think they feel it will rub off on them.
So I try so hard to keep the facade
Pretend I'm okay, look good when I'm out
Trying to play the role of a normal person
When the fear of showing my invisible pain
Scares me that it will be as ugly as it feels
Pretending that it doesn't hurt, that I'm not praying
That it will go away so I will be whole again.
I hate the pills, the shots, the visits to any doctor.
It is not a life, just an existence that plagues my soul
Filling it with so much guilt for forcing my child
To have to live with a mother always in pain.
But eventually it ends, I push through this
Darkness that encapsulates me.
I try to coach myself into the next move
Pulling out of this cave of dreariness
And I pretend that I'm okay, and I move on
Constantly fighting, this cross I bear.
I pray that it is all for not.
I hope that someday it will stop
And I can be the me I want to be
Do the things I want and need to do
And then people will start to
Listen, and hear me again.
But, for now, the tears flow
Slowly healing releasing the tortured soul
Cleansing it for another day when
My steam kettle can hold no more
Sadness.
Jennifer Marie Oliver
In my imagination,
My vision encapsulates
Dusk’s parting darkness,
and silver clouds appearing between,
dull twinkling stars.
As night melts to early February morn,
the moon lies half hidden in the dormant skies.
As the morning moon shines,
A murder of lies
And a swarm of fleas,
Shadow box with their own reflections
A dark fog looms around,
Smoke and dark clouds fill up the skies.
As morn melts and noon sets in,
The mango tree on my lawn,
Deepens its shadow,
In the slushy red soil ,
the night rains has sapped out.
The black mirrored Goan roads,
sans pot holes,
Lie gleaming, as the sun chases the skies,
and drags out the shadows without bigotry.
There is no immobility in the air,
but the green ponds reflect,
the blue skies…..
the sea gulls pick up,
spilled refuse,
and the sun is nowhere to be seen.
birds and bees,
trees and leaves,
the skies and the waters,
the winds and the vibrant uneven mounds of earths,
they play pantomime ,
with each other.
The melancholies of my life,
and the songs they sing,
flow out of me,
to shed away my shadows.
as emerges from within the lies and the fleas,
one final time for fleeing……………
Joys descend upon me,
and so noiselessly subtle I feel.
like the dried mango leaf that floats,
on the languid wings of the moist air.
As the sun sets,
Large portions of the tangerine
and the orange,
the skies have soaked and absorbed
The blueness still reigns supreme in the winter skies,
as I look beyond my room,
a pigeon settles on my window sill,
Your peck on my cheeks,
and warm whiffs of brewed coffee,
cast aside from my dreamy eyes,
dismantling dream time
and slumber land rhymes.
another day in the drama of my life unfolds,
and I exit from that time……
with time in my enduring and timeless pursuit
of a happy life…………
another day I begin………..
Every evening
When an amber sun strolls home through the gay sky
Real beauty encapsulates in the spring
Beneath the sentry trees and dim-eyed-aura
Nature's sacristans unfold a hidden heaven
Ecstasy steals the breathe of time
Every specie bears a pigment of beauty
Assembly of flowers fragrance the perfect sanctuary
As songbirds sheds serenade to the glimmering spring
Hysteria sways the senses of sailing leaves
As they rapture home to aquatic paradise
Evergreen ones bid them goodbye
Perfection hymns from every living tongue
Eden re-lives in the spring
Written by: Joseph Osita
05/06/2011
How I cherish this time of the day,
When my lover passes by. That gleam in her eye,
Letting me know, her intention is true,
And now it is time to play.
Like smoke she lingers before me,
With a single pass. Her innocent essence. I gasp,
Trawling her night shadow behind,
She encapsulates me.
Transcending into her watery depth,
From heel to toe, bended knee to divine luxury,
Encapsulating her majestic body within,
I submit, gently washing her silk cortex.
Emerging from heated pool, she begins to sway,
I surge & break fall. We land ourselves, upon cold wall,
Our eyes never depart from each other,
Her cheeky grin implies I must stay.
She grasps hold during our slow rise,
My shoulders clench taut, thighs clasp tight in embrace,
Her feet heave up from the ground,
I vow never to release her firm vice.
Together we dance as one,
Biting kiss upon neck, she wraps arms, we've begun,
My girth ruptures as she is splayed astride,
Silently she moans, "...Make love to me Hun."
I gently place her up & away,
Upon leather-clad pad, strapped to chains, haven above,
I release her to caress, loves motion applies the rest,
I whisper "...Sway Baby, Sway".
Hair thrown back upon breeze,
Lover's delight, steam rising upon sight,
Upon departure & re-entry, she continues to glisten,
Her first luxury comes with ease.
I raise my jilted lover's head,
Forsaken she submits to my hunger & intent,
I cast & expose my maiden down,
Caressing her wounds upon bed.
I am now captured by my own prey,
Arched back, penetrated and interlocked by firm thigh,
She motions to submerge my soul deep within,
Together we sing lullaby.
"...Sway baby, Sway".
(C) 2015 PJ Bayliss